Choose
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.
Class Tee First Design.
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.
Life! Come to me! Now.
Old songs are gonna pull me through. Summer of 69 especially.
Thank you Zixin. Your tip has given me new freedom.
No moon but who cares.
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.)
All the single ladies.
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.
Spectacular September!
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.
One Eight!
I received the most greetings this year 
Spent whole day messaging, catching up with friends I haven’t talked to in ages.
Thank you Wei Sheng Tianyu Ling En for coming to surprise me! My legs now have weird islands of hair thanks to you three.
Thank you to
ZELEI (You’re number 1 at precisely 12AM)
ANGLIFERN! (Number 2 at 0002. You’re cool man, sms me in the middle of Mayday concert.)
XIASHUYANG! (YOU’LL BE EIGHTEEN TONIGHT TOO!)
WEILIN! (Nice meowsical composition.)
JIAYING! (Everyone has 2 biceps except me.)
TENGYI!
ERIC! (TMD, both of you wish me grow taller.)
ANDRE! (Heard you flirting with other girls ah…)
PHOON THIN WAI!
DARREN WONG! (siala 5am. A bit extreme.)
SOH WEEKIAN (wish me 4 times what the hell.)
NAVYWAN! (Salute.)
SARAH! (Chillax la. Don’t get too stressed.)
LEROY CHAN. (Siala. My honour.)
TIGERLILY! (Our birthdays are so cool!)
ADELINE! (Wah siao I’m damn determined to write you a parting angel-mortal letter.)
FELLYTAN! (Ipod touch Ipod touch Ipod touch)
My aunt, doubt she’ll see this anyway.
SIYU! (Eh I want angpao.)
YINGMIN YOU ARE THE BEST! (Happy?)
CHENCHI! (Why your deardear never wish me also haiyo.)
KEVYNA! (What the! Primary school for the win.)
RANDYYYYYYYY! (Tomorrow treat me leh. Siao.)
DARELL!
MARK!
LEONG! (Don’t try to wax your legs too man.)
XIAO YIMING! (What the! Primary school for the win x2)
ANZAI! (Handsome like you. My dream, my aspiration, my goal.)
DAVIN WANK (Siala bro. We’ll always maintain our height disparity.)
CARIN! (I feel damn paiseh la wahkow.)
GLORIA TAN (WHAT THE HELL MAN. This is the stunner of the day.)
AMANDA! (Double wishing wahsiao. Plus present. I feel honoured leh. I’m not even Ringgit Man.)
LIM ZHEN! (Thank you for reminding me why I shouldn’t have gone HC IP…)
Oh and the people who wished me on Facebook as well. The horrors of replying man, I shall just do a general thanks to:
Selina! Cheng Teng! Hong Sheng! Yuyu! Yi Chao Wahlaneh! Derek Lim! RANDY WEISHENG WEILIN! Vice cap! PWP! Lijie! Clement Pin Yan! MY ELDEST BROTHER!!! Chong Tee! Yifoong! Wei Han! Zhong han! Zixin! Jia Hong! Louisss! TAISOON! Nicole! Xian Jie! Yip Yang! JIAMIN-HONEY! (LOL) PANGKHANG (Wah siao 4A for the win.) Chiki! Galvin!!! Zi Kang and Nigel and Collin!!! (Wahsiao scouts for the win) Yun Heng! Wilfred! Zhen Yang! HOWARD!!! Zijie!!! Martin-all-good-things-end-with-A! ANTHONYYYYY! Jonneo! CheXiong! MR.SUNSWINE! CaiMing! Poonzai! JIAKLORHMEE! MinJUN! Wayneee! Hu Yuan!
And Xiao Tian for tweeting to me his greetings!
Definitely, definitely the best few days of my life
It’s been a long day.
Went temple today after my (possibly last) tuition session. Today is another pensive day. I think every Saturday is a pensive day. Shit la. I think I will miss school a lot. 12 years of formal education, 1st 6 were plain retarded, next 4 were highly influential, second last was fun and the last, superb. And it’s such a shame that my eyebags decided to take centerpiece of my face on such a beautiful camwhoring day. I look either perverted or punched (in one eye) in nearly all the photos.
The best class guys one can ever ask for (4A’07 had 35… but still.) Of course Iype is included. Just that he’s not here for some reason.
Aha. Found one with him.
Soultimate form teacher. Can’t believe she was so anal and uptight at the start of the year.
Okay fine. One photo of my ugliness. Ready?
With the quiet clique. Sheilala I love your face.
It was meant to be a three-petaled lotus… then Sheila decided to be the fourth.
Punched eye for the lose.
And earlier that day…
Mrs Cheng!
At the end of it all I’m pretty thankful that we blossomed as a class.
Yufei has got some pretty good photos this time, pray that she’ll faster send me SO THAT I CAN DESIGN CLASS TEE (as well as look at my unglamness).
