Filed under: READ THESE BEFORE YOU LEAVE
My dear reader,
If: 1. i had told you how to locate my blog’s whereabouts 2. had not stumled across this place by chance, then You are dear to me. You must have been more than a friend to me, more than a good friend.
For i like to think myself as selfish, i do not give out this wordpress’ url to anyone and anybody. I like to keep most parts of myself to myself. And if i am willing to let you into my thoughts, you must mean more than something to me.
For i like privacy and detest attention. And hence blog anonymously. If i have let you in here, it is akin to opening another side of myself to you. I count myself as having a sizeable bunch of friends, but only a handful (as i write now, the number is 3) know about the true identity of Miss Anonymous. You must have been a great friend because i have felt most comfortable either talking/being around you.And so have allowed you in here where you’ll see a different side of me.
Help me keep this blog sacred by keeping it a secret because it’s my other way of telling you,
You’re precious to me. And i will never ever want to loose you.
With all the love,
‘Anonymous’ 😉
Filed under: School years
Today i went to check out the njc’s school campus. I wasn’t very impressed, not unimpressed, but i had higher expectations of that place which had looked nice when my dad drove past its campus on several occasion.
I’m a little disappointed, but i think loosers aren’t choosers. They settle for whatever they can get. Not that i’m a looser, but i’m in no position to choose. I wished i had gotten 6 points instead, and then i would be busy going to open houses, making choices, instead of contemplating unsuccessfully about how the environment at njc would be.
I’m left with no choice but this choice. While we were there i made the following decisions: 1. to try to run for student council (i believe it will be rather enriching) 2. get into H3 biology which will be useful for scholarship applications in future 3. Make the best while i’m there. 4. No short skirts for me, thou shalt not succumb to peer pressure.
I really hope that my application for H3 would be successful. I’m not sure how important or useful that would be in helping me with my quest for doctor-ship. But i know it’ll definately help, in one way or another. But the only problem is, or rather, problems are, 1. my biology grades this time are such a let-down. 2. i would have to perform well in my H2 biology tests… something which i heard would be a daunting task.
Whatever the case, i’ll tell them “I don’t see how one’s potential or academic capabilties in a certain subject should just be dependant on how well one does for an exam”, if they raise an eyebrow at my bio grades.
By right i should give up on biology already. It has let me down terribly, as how an obedient child lets his mother down by stealing something from a store. It has failed me, i thought i could depend on it. Same could be said for english.
But love. There are different kinds of love. Some are conditional, or unrequited, or unconditional. My love for biology is what i would call unconditional. It is not a love affair, because everyone knows i really do love biology and i do not attempt to hide my passion for it either.
Like all unconditional love, the receiver would finally realise how much love it has gotten from their giver. Probably things would change then.
It’s a new school year, new surroundings, new friends, new environment, new teachers. In short, it’s a lot of Change to deal with in a year. Hopefully in the grey, gloomy walls of njc, i would find lovely friends to brighten up my two years there.
Afterall it’s only 2 years. It’ll be fast. I hope in this year i would be able to give this wordpress’ address to somebody. Not many qualify, only the cream of the cream of the crop.
To my future reader, hopefully i’ld find you. As how i so luckily manage to find a best friend in my 4 year stint in secondary school.
Filed under: In quotations
I’m so happy. 🙂 i have found my faith again.
You can explore the universe looking for somebody who is more deserving of your love and affection than you are yourself,
and you will not find that person anywhere.
The buddha.
LET’S SEE.
this this this this,
that that that that.
then now what.
“{%#^%&(*&^%$%^$”
“oh really!”
“%&&$”
“ah, i see!”
You see. Life’s like this. Sometimes we pretend to understand the things we don’t. And at the end of the day, life is nothing but a bunch of punctuations.
Filed under: Picture-words
If everybody wants to get lucky,
but yet not all will be lucky,
who to become the unlucky ones?
Luck is a paradox.
It belongs to the person who least believes in it.
(the more you try to depend on it, the more unlucky you’ll be)
Filed under: Picture-words
Faith;
A fleeting presence.
One moment you see it,
even thought you had it.
The next, it
disappears–
you don’t even realise.
Faith,
like time,
stops for nobody,
except her believer.
i think i’ll join the cross country team, or the touch rugby team, or the female soccer team this year.
random -.- i’ve been thinking a lot these days–about where i want to go, what team or club i want to join, what i hope to do with my life this year. i’ve been planning.
but i realise, these so called plans are in fact, day dreams, fantasies, whatever you call them, when you don’t have your results in the first place. without them, everything else, is just dross; everything you say doesn’t stand. Because at the end of the day, it’ll crumble and fall apart if the results are atrocious.
in the end, it all boils down to how well you do doesn’t it. or rather, how below expectations.
i’m so scared, nervous. i’m not even anticipating it, or excited about it. 
i hate to start my first blog post of the year in such a depressing note. this tension and fear is killing me.
Filed under: School years
in about a week’s time it’ll come.
You might scream,
or cry; tears of estacy or sadness.
You might hug one another,
comfort your crying friends.
You might jump,
for joy,
or stand motionless trying to grapple with your emotions.
I know you’ve got my score,
but i’m not ready for it yet.
p.s, what you cannot do,
is to control your heart beating in trepidation.
help me! 😮
Writing from the laptop 