Life's a movie;

back to life.

today went back to cat high for teacher's day.
nice as usual to see our old teachers, except that some weren't there anymore (oh wells. all thanks to LHB)
had a pleasant surprise as someone got herself pregnant in the past 3 months that i was too busy to return.

HAHAHAHAHAHAHA

i think i'm going 'sot' as this post totally has no theme whatsoever and i'm feeling happy for no reason,
despite the fact that 'm going to die on wednesday for both int'l history and pure maths.

zzz.... hahaha.... hehehehe... lol.

i have decided to get smelly.

yes, thats right. smelly. from mugging that is.

obviously thats just a target, and i probably won't get smelly even if i managed to turn myself (impossibly) into a mugger.
yeah, see, the fact that i'm blogging now shows that i can never become a true mugger, but then again, i'm doing this with a AJC 2008 History prelim paper, highlighters and 3 lectures in front of me.

haha, time to get back to work.

as usual , FML

been frigging long since i last blogged. more den a month. there was supposed to be a post about my CCA camp during the 2nd week of the June holidays, and i actually had a pretty long draft saved but i never felt that it was ready to be posted. holiday was crappy after certain events screwed up my original plan, so i ended up not studying much and condemming myself to total failure.



anyway block tests 2 ended yesterday. this was the absolute worst exams i have ever taken. even during the worst periods in my sec3-4 life i have never felt so hopeless. and it hurts more when i know the entire fault lies with me.

i need help. like seriously. sometimes i wish im a religious person, so i can actually ask for divine help.
oh screw it.

{FML}

im not going to make any more promises about my studies
too much has been said without being realized.
aint gonna say more unless action has been taken.

So much i want to say. So much i don't know what to say.

And its been ELEVEN days since i last blogged. Not that nothing noteworthy happened, but rather simply a laziness to blog. Besides not much people read this shit anyway.

Speaking of shit, SHIT HAPPENS.

My PTM(parent-teacher meeting) got postponed until today. And as my results were like shit, it was obvious that i was going to get zam. What happened was my senior teacher and my mum zamming me at the same time. Though it is all for my own good, one would still feel pissed listening to the lecture.Especially since many limitations seem to be placed upon me. Such as i can't play PC games. Ok i can actually live with that one, but don't take away my internet. I need my facebook (right i admit i do play some fb games, but those usually just take a few moments everyday anyway).

And to my horror, my mum asked my tutors to give me hell for math. FUCK. Maybe last time that was still fine since Mrs Chew is a nice teacher. But now that holy re****, mother of irrationality, totally gives me a different feeling about maths. Chew is encouraging and is more patient, and also a friend to her students. But, MOI(accronym) has such a freaking short fuse that she blows up all the time, convincing me that i'm just hopeless in math. I definitely can't build a friendship with her, which will really make all the future math consultations PURE HELL.

And in case you all think i'm a unrepentent piece of fuckshit, i'm telling you that i do sense the seriousness of working hard from now on. Complaining, whining and scolding fuck all over the place because of the shit that happened is simply natural, even though the shit is "good".

FUCK i am going to do it.

FUCK i am going to endure.

FUCK impossible just spells I M POSSIBLE

and sorry to those people whose sensibilities i have offended with my repeated usage of the f-word.

{FML}

Life is a journey. So is death.

GSC just finished the topic of euthanasia. Learning this time felt different from usual, when the knowledge seems detached from real life. I have began to grasp new meanings in filial piety, morals, sacrifices, and in death.

Is it not our moral duty to preserve the lives of people? But at the same time, why let the dying suffer torment rather than to pass on?

If one has morals, their conscience will not allow them to 'kill'. Yet it will seem to serve a nobler purpose if we choose to sacrifice our conscience for the good of the dying.
[speaking of euthanasia]

And it is sad when we learn that people are dying. Especially if its someone close to us.

Just when the questions above seem confusing enough, there comes another question. There is the existence of a presumption in all these questions, and that is death is bad.

How do we know if death is bad?