Damn the shit, yesterday’s post was deleted. Not that there was much to be read. But wahlau. Seriously.

So today… Just ate, cut my hair before that, bowled with the boys before that, and ate lunch at Golden Cock before that, took back GP compre before that, played squash before that (got thrown out too…) and had some stupid CIP talk that could have been broadcasted via the SMB. But no complaints. Just two middle fingers. Kidding. Today I didn’t guailan Jing Xiang too, because he didn’t come to school… hope it’s not because I pissed him off yesterday.

Anyway. GP. Seems pretty much like bowling. Either you strike (score madly) or you gutter (fail)(like Darren). Spares (just passing) make you feel fantastic when you know you’ll never get a strike, but the good feeling stays there for so much a time, and you don’t have a warrant to whine about GP the next time round although you’re probably still at the very same standard.

And now looking back… I’m finding it a waste of time to go back tomorrow just to get back essay marks. Couldn’t they just give back both today?

On a completely different note, I must say my dad has quite a problem, that is the blind faith in his experience. While he certainly can’t be used as a strong example for the essay question of whether history has a role in moulding the future, it has been pretty long since he first started saying that he has a wealth of experience and thus we should listen to him although we (the three sons) may be more intelligent. This certainly would make sense, but that is if the experiences are relevant and reiterated at the right time only right? I don’t see the point of telling me how I should study exactly when I haven’t even get my grades back (as an indicator of whether I’m on the right track), and besides, I think at JC level if I still need my parents to tell me how I should study, something is very wrong. It’s not that I’m being condescending or anything, but I really doubt my parents know the rigours of education today. Our exams are always getting difficult and difficult, and more content is pumped into our brains to prepare us for tougher exams, leading to a massive spiralling up in the amount we learn since probably 3 decades ago.

And my dad remarks “So you think you’re smart enough…” If this isn’t irrelevant to the issue, I don’t know what is. Firstly, it should have been “So you think you’re wise enough…” if he really wants to do me in. And secondly it’s a real intrusion to dictate even how one studies without a full grasp of his methods of revision.

Maybe it’s a generation gap? I don’t know. But perhaps my brother will leave a comment to enlighten me further to the wisdom of our father.

Question: What’s a cat with no tail?
Answer: Meowpro.
Edmund: A dog.

I have no idea which is more apt of the term no-life.

Doing MCQs through the weekend.

or

Having to return to school on Wednesday right after Prelims.

Okay so maybe I am not the best at designing tees but I think I come up with pretty good taglines.

It’ll be on a white tee, at the back it’ll just read 08S79 with no frills

Yup please give me your most honest comments.

Old songs are gonna pull me through. Summer of 69 especially.

Thank you Zixin. Your tip has given me new freedom.

Last night was fantastic. Bless all those who stayed at home and had an unproductive night

(Oh and not forgetting to thank 36th for organizing. I think I’m the only one who remembers to thank them.)

So darn sian that WordPress can’t embed Youtube videos. This video is hilarious I swear, it’s Hitler’s reaction to Kanye dissing Taylor Swift.

Anyway, just wanna ask,

Who’s going to MAF?

Please do leave a note if you’re going I don’t really want to go knowing that no one is except J1s.

Today is 3rd September. Last year today was a good day if I remember correctly.

But this year, today, we face the stark reality of life, the cruel fate that is rarely embraced, that is, the start of Prelims tomorrow for all Year 2s harking from Hwa Chong Junior College.

Some cower in fear, some give up, and the rest… they cower in fear too. But will I jump on the bandwagon and find a corner to be emotional, panic and declare that my efforts have come to naught? No. I will not. My tough mind will help me overcome the pain and trauma of this long night, spent awaiting the horrors of tomorrow.

Okay shit this. I hate writing stupidly.

If you didn’t understand the above, I was mainly trying to convey the point that I look upon tomorrow without any enthusiasm.

My lack of optimism for a good grade and lack of yearning for a good grade mainly stems from two fundamental reasons.

Firstly would be the immense effort (in relative to previous tests) I’ve devoted to GP. GP tuition, GP remedials, countless essay outlines done every friday evening, and the 2 full days I’ve dedicated to this subject. I’ll admit, the returns may not be proportional, but I’m willing to give it a btter shot. But even so, these efforts have been continuous, and exponential since the start of this year (due to my brutal fall in grades), and yet nothing has been reaped thus far. I am thus, viewing tomorrow as half empty somewhat.

Secondly, I am just simply unable to summon any thirst for the elusive A. My overarching principle in life is to get the most out of the least. I’m afraid that I am unable to squeeze every single return from my efforts and thus score a good grade, which is rather embarrassing and shameful on my part. I would rather, now, delude myself into believing that I do not want that A so much so that the blow to my heart come October will not be so hard.

I can’t even determine what topics/areas I am keen on discussing tomorrow.

I’m just praying my essay will be coherent and concise, not crude and flaying about.

And my compre, straight to the point and logical.

I’m sure many share my desires. But how many will arrive at this stupendously difficult destination? I’ll keep my eyes peeled to see if I’m one of them.