Got back half of the EOYs today. Suffice to say it's been one of the craziest wakeup calls I've ever recieved.

SS: Our class, silent and brimming with naive hopeful excitement, waited to get back our SS paper, and promptly started emoing. Well yeah, I was hoping to get 26 before I saw my first paper with the 9 (+1, which I didn't see until later because I immediately threw the paper away and jumped out the window) marks scrawled on the toprighthand corner amidst the sea of red question marks, underlinings, circlings and other assorted scribblings of a very irritated examiner.

I managed to save 3.6, though, by scoring a decent 12 for the second paper.


Bio: After the SS debacle, we got our Bio papers back. Yknow, Bio, the idiotic EOY which tested stuff completely out of the syllabus? Yeah, that paper--

"GG la I confirm score damn low don't laugh at me ok" --Edmund Chay, who proceeded to top the class with 79/100

My score was pathetically low, but miraculously I retained my 4.0. Still, it's a wakeup call. I figured Bio wouldn't be that hard, relegated it beneath Chem, and almost screwed myself over.

Recess: Everyone generally emoed about their results.

English: With 200 words of my AQ written completely out of point, I managed to score 33/45. Nothing much to say, except that my English 4.0 is pretty much out of reach by now (even after getting bonus marks twice--once for Scrabble and once for NSW). KSY, irritatingly enough, still refuses to tell us our CA.

Chem: was the only subject where I achieved my goal, once again barely. 66/80 for the paper, combined with a painfully low CA, gave me 79.8 overall. Rounded to 80, that's a 4.0. Barely.

So I'm on track to getting my 3.6, I guess. Maths (which is pretty much guaranteed 3.6, unless they moderate RA, in which case it's 4.0, or I screw up, in which case life sucks), Physics (which should allow me to retain my 4.0. I hope.) and Literature (I have no idea how well I scored for this paper. Seriously. I honestly hope I can maintain my essay writing streak, but there's this nagging feeling that I wrote out of point), are gonna be given out tomorrow, so I'll basically get my GPA confirmed then.

As of now, 3.6 seems to be the order of the day.

There's this thin line that you (read: Me. I'm writing in the second person, incase you can't tell for some reason yet) tread. On one side of the line, there's epic failure:

Yknow, where everyone generally laughs at you and your pathetic attempts at (insert action here) because you, to put it nicely, weren't very successful, and word goes around about how loser you are and you soon find yourself all alone in one tiny dark dank corner.

On the other side of the line, there's success. It probably won't be recognized. No one (apart from you, obviously) cares. But you still strive for this success; this tiny portion of Win which for an inexplicable reason you want to acheive so badly.

It's like a staircase, really, except that it never ends. And once you slip, you're going to fall down a long way, probably hurting like hell.

I don't really make sense, do I?

Ah today was ridiculously tiring.

Woke up at 11am, completely unsurprisingly because of the time I slept last night. Rushed to school for Physics RA paper, which was, needless to say, pressuring, because everyone there seemed confident and smart and prepared and generally very intelligent. With the exception of me, of course.

So yeah, given that I'm competing against the likes of Vincent, Gerald, Huiyao etc I doubt I'll get in. Although I hope I do, seriously, the paper was damn fun to attempt. Mainly because it actually requires thinking, unlike the EOY, which was just rote application of formulas. Which, admittedly, I can't do very well, but that's beside the point yeah?

Best part is that I made the same mistake for both EOY and the RA test. You'd think I'd have learnt...

Rushed to Bedok after that to go cycling with benwee and chenchen. It's damn fun cycling on professional racing bikes worth a few thousand dollars. The speed! The glamour! Of course, I got overtaken by random people on normal bikes, which I guess is a very good hint that my stamina needs much more work.

I only crashed once, in a stupid fashion:

I was cycling at, thankfully, 20km/h when my phone rang. So I braked to pick up my phone. Being used to epic fail rental bike brakes, I squeezed both brakes. Including the extremely effective front wheel brake. Basically, the back half of the bike flipped up, narrowly missing my groin and slamming painfully into my inner thigh.

Moral of the story: Don't get used to the cheapo fail brakes bike rental shops give you.

"Kenneth doesn't talk. He exclaims." --Patricia Nathan

I really need to learn how to tone down. Both on MSN and in real life.

Thunder -- Boys Like Girls
The Man Who Can't Be Moved -- The Script


Love Story -- Taylor Swift

so there's this brick wall, see, and you're trying to walk through it, even though you are, of course, corporeal. but you try.

Cons:

I haven't studied much for Circular Measure
I haven't studied Vectors/Probability AT ALL
I need to score freaking high for the Maths EOY
I have no confidence
I have a throbbing headache

Pros:
THE SHIT ENDS BY TOMORROW

The pros outweigh the cons, definitely.

I have studied more in the past month alone than I have for the rest of the year combined. I've actually understood Bio (or at least, thought I did, until the paper today...) for the first time in years.



In the past week, I've written eloquent and wonderfully phrased essays (I hope) on, among other things, the steps the Singapore Government has taken to deal with an ageing population, whether globalization is a necessary evil, and whether Literature is inherently optimistic or something which merely seeks to decry humanity.

I've also postulated methods to save the Bukit Timah Nature Reserve (something which I had no idea was in danger at all), came up with ways to increase the potential difference on a flying aircraft, and made a feeble attempt at guessing what happens after the epithelial cells in your PCT explode.

The last paper is on Monday.

Tomorrow is the last time in my life that I'll ever worry about Bio and Lit again.

Ever been backstabbed before?

Deleted the previous post. Just because Jaryl, Aaron and Chong Yu are selfish, petty fuckers doesn't mean I need to follow their example.

Go on. Live your lives. Feel proud of yourself.

Everyone who reads this know that you guys are pretty much complete assholes, anyway. If they don't believe me, they'll find out next year anyway.

Of course, Aaron might not do this to girls. But we know he's pretty much a suckup to anything wearing 1) a skirt 2) a badge, don't we?

Exams start this Friday.

According to my calculations, my final GPA will range from high 3.6s to low 3.7s, barring any epic screwups during the EOYs. A decent enough grade, but still vaguely disappointing. I'd probably have scored better if I wasn't in Maths RA, but ironically I'm still (hopefully?) going to be taking it in JC, along with, if everything goes well, Physics RA--if all the slots aren't taken by people far more skilled than me first.

I guess I should prepare to have a low GPA throughout my JC career. On the bright side, though, no Chinese.

I am making too many assumptions, aren't I?

The past few days have been exactly identical, for all intents and purposes. It's been

[school -> go home and game/sleep -> mug]

virtually every single day. Rinse and repeat.

You have no idea how much I want these EOYs to be over; above that, how much I'm looking forward to the days after Nov 5. Everyone's talking (I'll bet half of them are bullshitting, though...) about how they'll miss RI, they want to treasure every last day of the school year, et cetera. I'm just counting down to Nov 6.

Maybe I'm slightly narrowminded, but at least the narrowness of my vision is focused on the Important Things.

Yknow there was this cliched quote (to go off tangent, I bet that when famous people make quotes they spend hours beforehand feverishly thinking of something witty to say just for those 5 seconds where they smile at the reporters/journalist/whatever, flash a smile and quip a quotable quote) about how one person can make another's day just through some small action?

I always figured that was bullshit. Apparently I was wrong.

Now if that'd just happen more frequently...

From PNathan.

This is DAMN FUNNY.

The Man Who Can't Be Moved --The Script

You have to admit that this song, although bordering on idiocy, is really good. Both musically and lyrically. Of course, it's probably been overplayed by thousands of poor souls worldwide who've just broken up (why camp on street corners when you can simply play a song instead?) but nevertheless it's a very emotionally moving breakup song. Would this be your song of choice if you broke up? Of course, you'd need someone to break up with...

I am rambling.