The collision of your kiss

Sunday, March 25, 2007

To my utter consternation, horror and anger, *** is taking my class for *** tutorials! In the words of Simple Plan, HOW COULD THIS HAPPEN TO ME?! The recent spat has already drastically lowered his popularity with me. The stories I've been hearing about his sucky teaching isn't going to help matters at all, considering that I need someone patient and caring enough to help me with my ***. Well, if he really is such a lousy teacher, I'll just turn to someone else out there. And if he tries to make any snide remarks, he's picking on the wrong person.

School tomorrow. Can't wait to meet my new teachers. Except for ***.

And I will always think of you as the sun*

Wednesday, March 14, 2007

Two roads diverged in a wood and I - I took the one less traveled by, and that has made all the difference. Robert Frost

This quote sums up perfectly the H2 Dilemma I had been embroiled in for the past few weeks. Today, I received confirmation about the subject combination I'm taking: H1 Maths, H2 Geography, H2 History and H2 Economics. There you go. You may all lower your eyebrows now. YY Wan has made the 'sanity-questionable' decision to take H2 Geography and H2 History for the GCE 'A' Level Examinations 2008. Yep, I'm fully aware that it's a very heavy load to shoulder and yep, I know it seems crazy. That's why I've invested plenty of brain cells pondering whether to go for it or not. Well-meaning peers and teachers alike have been dissuading me from taking this up and my Mum and I even got into a feud with the HOD of Arts over this. I've taken all these into consideration, weighed the alternatives, went through an internal debate and have finally made up my mind to follow my heart.

Perhaps you all would like to know why it was heart over head; I haven't told anyone yet have I?Here it goes:

History
I enjoy studying History because it's all about international relations, which I am quite interested in. No man is an island, ever, and a country's past is always interwined with that of another. The same can be said for culture, tradition and heritage. Being an 'I' profile individual, as determined by the DISC profiling, I'm a people-person so I view all homo sapiens with interest. Our histories are shaped almost entirely by the people themselves and I'd like to know how we came to be what we are today. History's not dead, as others may think. It's a an ever growing stack of yearbooks, recording the ups and downs of our past. It's up to us to add colour, new faces and enlightening articles to make these yearbooks a meaningful and valuable read for the next generation.

Geography
Geography, like History, is split into 2 components: physical and human. Physical Geography appeals to me because I'm into Nature. I've always been awed by how the elements, over a very long period of time, sculpts beautiful landforms out of a big lump of rock or alters a coastline completely. Nature really is a force to be reckoned with. As for the human component, it's got to do with my interest in human beings again, as mentioned above. History tells me how they can alter the course of the years to come through their actions of the past. Human Geography tells me how humans adapt to the ever changing world and how they themselves change as a result.

I know myself.I have a passion for both these subjects and also know that I won't be happiest not doing anything else. It makes sense for me to do advance level History and Geography. Imagine if I chose to follow my mind, which says that it's a very heavy combination that does not even complement each other very well. I'd have to downgrade one of them to H1 level, and what would I pick to be my 3rd H2 subject? I cannot give a good answer to this as I have qualms about every other subject left available. Some may say it was foolish of me to do it in the name of passion, but I feel that passion is what drives a person. Passion results in enthusaism and from the latter springs forth the willingness to work hard. Hence,part of the battle is already won.

With reference to Robert Frost's quote at the start, I've picked the road less travelled,with good reason and after plenty of thought too. In the end, I'd like to score well in the subjects I enjoy doing. 100% satisfaction guaranteed.

And I will always think of you as the sun*

Sunday, March 04, 2007

I hate being sick (well, who doesn't?).Mum attributes my being ill to the weather, which has been swinging from blazing hot to cold-and-rainy like a pandulum. According to the news, other parts of the world are experiencing unpredicteable, mad weather too. Bloody global warming.

Well, at least I get to stay at home while others go to school, heheh. But I don't get to fully enjoy my one day off because my nose leaks like a tap and the cough is still bothering me. Not to mention the stupid fever. To keep my spirits up, I'm watching Bleach! Here's my advice to all who are feeling ill: remain upbeat. Don't do any streinous excercises, eat plenty of fruits and vegetables to flush out the toxins in your body, drink loads of water and indulge in your hobbies. And LAUGH, for laughter IS the best medicine, as proven by many studies.

Anyway, back to Bleach (warning! spoilers ahead!): I've just caught episodes 112 and 113. And I think Ishida's Dad is an utter asshole. When Ishida was young, his father despised Quincys in spite of being one himself so he never helped Ishida develop his Quincy powers. And suddenly, he turns up years later and uses his Quincy powers to kill a Hollow. His Dad sneers at Ishida's lost powers and gives him the ultimatum: Stop hanging around Shinigamis or he will not help Ishida regain his Quincy powers. What a hypocrite. Where the hell was he when Ishida was learning to use his Quincy powers? And how could he do things behind Ishida's back?

Oh, and the 10th ending song for Bleach is lovely! It's called Sakura Hiyori (cherry blossom weather). Now, if only I can find a site to download it from......

There's no school tomorrow either! Yippee! Because we J1s are getting back our posting results. I'm praying hard I get into my 1st choice: NYJC. They say that I should be able to get in with an L1R5 of 10 (after bonus deduction), which is comforting. The thing is, quite a number of people I know have a 10 too. This means I'll face competition to get a place in NYJC. Also, Meridian JC's cut-off points have dropped to 10, 11 from I heard on the grapevine. Oh, maybe I should just stop worrying. I'm a 'natural bundle of nerves' or so my senior tells me. Toughen up, YY, the fact remains that you DO stand a chance.

And I will always think of you as the sun*

Friday, March 02, 2007

Last week, on board the bus home, I noticed how intensely dark the shadows cast upon the ground were......and was reminded of an Enid Blyton story.It was about a miscevious pixie who snipped off a girl's shadow using a pair of magic scissors. In the end, the little guy was given a taste of his own medicine. Chancing upon that memory made me smile, for Enid Blyton stories were part and parcel of my childhood. And at the thought of my childhood, I took a looong walk down the memory lane...

My earliest memory was not a pleasant one. It involved two-year-old me falling off the bed, with my Mum screaming in the background. T'was a golden afternoon, happened in the master bedroom, carpet was pink......the end.

Nursery was stupid cos I had bitchy teachers and some bitchy classmates. Once, I girl asked me,"Do you want to be xxxxx's friend or my friend?". Knowing that I had to make a choice, I replied xxxxxx. She walked off in a huff, saying "Dun friend you." Whatever. Speaking of friends,I do remember my first best friend's name: Tan Si Ling. I wonder if she remembers me too? Kindergarden was better, though I recall being snubbed at by two assholes, Hilary and Valerie. I endured their snide remarks at almost everything I did for two years. In retrospect, I should have slapped the two of them on their faces.

Had it not have been for the boys at primary school, I think I would have a better time there. You see, I have eczyma, which makes my skin itchy sometimes. When that happens, I scratch, and when I scratch, my skin gets red. Ah, just go read my previous blogs to find out what those busybody-cum-asshole boys did when they knew about my skin condition. It's pretty obvious, isn't it?I've said enough about this topic. I loved primary 6, though. We were such a close knit bunch, with a handful of lame clowns. A few years back, I met up with one such clown and asked hime which secondary school was he posted to. "Anderson Secondary School. A.S.S" he replied. ERMM -_-"

Crescent rocks! Bet you netizens know that already. I swell with pride whenever Crescent 'does it again' because Crescent Girls' Secondary School really is a wonderful school. We have knowledgeable + caring teachers, wonky-but-nice students, great facilities.....There's this junior out there who keeps saying that she hates Crescent etc. And for no tangible reasons. Which is truly ungrateful, because in the same blog, she raves about her wonderful Crescent friends and CCA. Well, get the hell out of Crescent, then, because Crescent does not need brats like you.

The chapter on secondary school has closed recently, and a new one on junior college one has just began. This story is going to last 2 years only but I still want to get the best out of it. NYJC may not be a top school, but I've known a whole lot of great people, both students and teachers alike. At this juncture though, I, the narrator of my life, am facing writer's block. Will they let me stay in NYJC? If not, will I have to start another chapter in life in another school?. Only time can tell.

And I will always think of you as the sun*