now it's really crapped.

ya. you know what to expect again. results. and this is supposed to be a treat for you i guess. happy looking.

one of the best and worst results ever.

english - 75
chinese - 64
maths - 48!!!
science - 78
geography - 89
history - 95
literature - 85
art - 69
home econs - 80

ok, that's for those who are overly concerned with numbers. the next few paragraphs are for those obsessed with words.

english - omg. i cheat. mrkhoo, you really shouldn't have done this. and maybe, you can treat somewhere better instead. i am not worth it. i don't want to be worth it. and maybe again, i do deserve it, even if it's a little.

chinese - i finally got a B. and that's why i am so happy. of course, how would you think after getting 54 for the last two terms. ;)

maths - yeah. this one doesn't seem to need words at home. effort = results. for anyone's info, i never put in effort for maths this term so now i have to regret. my very first fail. defiant yet cautious. maths, you make me go crazy. underlines are curses.

science - srp. srp. srp. dropped by a few points from last term but it doesn't matter. i gained stronger friendships in the process. and i am quite satisfied with it. who needs regrets?

geography - upped a little. and i'm ok. it's not my strongest but it's beautiful. not my topper.

history - my favourite in minor exams. this one did me proud once again. but jerome's godly standards once again deflate it with his 97. rawr. but it's my highest score for any subject yet. so, smiles.

literature - the whole class got A1 and i am average. and it's looks dazzling on that whote report, plain report card. nice. totally.

art - my music got a bloody C5 which pulled all my results down to this B3. but then again, i'm content. i cannot draw to save my life.

home econs - well, mrskumar just showed how bias she is. and though i got an A1, it's unfair for those who were prejudiced. what to do?

wait, my results are not for boasting though i wish i can. "you must have boastable results even if you want to boast" - my mum when she's happy with my results for a certain term.*

one more thing: i got distincetion for UNSW writing. ;)

yesterday was funfunfun. went to jasper's house to bake cookies for teacher's day celebrations. and his house, like all rich people, is damn big and has wonderfuyl furnishings. but the oven takes freaking long to bake. but we were great, especially jesslynn who came up with that recipe. and we managed to bake several batches before packing some dough home to bake. hi five peeps on baking cheap but irresistable cookies. subway and famous amos. you just met your new rival. meet 2/2 cookies and co. LOL.

the choir is going to perform at some function just before the exams. and though many people sigh, i don't find that such a bad thing. it just gave me one more excuse to do badly. but wait, there's no way i'm going to see a C, D, E or F on my report card. be gone and stay out. i'm going to mug big time this hols.

maybe even bigger if my dad didn't bring home this really fabulous xbox.

ok, no digressing. teacher's day concert was awesome. especially mr eu, mr najib and mr fadzly. just made me think of being a good singer before actually making taching one of my profession. that's if i'm ever going down that road.

went out again. this time to town. to watch wall-e. and there's this restaurant, Shodoku at orchard cineleisure that serves wonderful japanese pasta. must try! and wall-e is very heart warming. and it seems real when it touches distant topics such as Earth Destruction and returning home. must watch! had a really wonderful outing.

and i didn't go back to sps cuz i saw the teachers barely a month ago. and i rejected rachel's offer cuz i just watched wall-e today. aww. fate says that i can't spend much time with sps peeps. but i say no. i'm going to knock on kc's door again during the dec hols.

i have 5 cam thick of holiday homework lying all over my house vecause i can't be bothered to pack.

i am very messy.

slashed shoes

ok. so the love story became 100% fiction. aww. and i had hoped it won't be. nvm. you promised to give me the full details so it's ok.

because i have been feeling worse than a cent for the past few weeks, i didn't really talk about other stuff.

what other stuff?

oh, my shoes. my school shoes. i could still remember what they look like. totally slashed and black. and the teachers didn't notice a thing. it was so worn out until the whole shoe can be broke into two parts. so i had to drag (literal) my feet home. and thank goodness it was a tuesday. no pe. no cca.

but in exchange, i go a pair of rad sneakers. they are white with red bands and look very appealing though they can't be eaten. ._. and i know what to expect from these kind of shoes: pain. beyond that beautiful exterior, it's practically killing my right foot. i could sort of feel the bones crammed into a size 42 that didn't seem like one. many told me to buy a bigger size. but whattheheck, it's already size 42.

the this pain subsided over the past few days and my foot is alright again.

but not my last home econs lesson. and it was today.

supposed to cook shepard's pie and some sago cream as a make-up lesson. but who knows that after the exam practical, she's so overbearing and reluctant. she came late for the lesson. she had ants in her sugar. and she cancelled the last practical in exchange for a theory lesson. our whole batch was mad. literally. they went to complain. and it was interesting.

i do sound so much like an outsider. maybe i am.

love story in the kitchen.

ok. here's my promise. and for those who know my blog address. i believe that only you know so don't start putting me in your links or go telling everyone that this is my bew blog address. it's supposed to be confidential. well, supposed.

but for those who i have given the go-ahead, just well, go ahead. it's alright.

i promised a love story and i will keep to my word. just know that this love story is not 100% fiction.

He was anxious. For anyone would looked at him, they would think that it's just the hot sun. But no, in his heart, he was pining for someone. All the sun did was to amplify his anxienty to a state of delirium. Pacing up and down the field, he struggled with the words to say. It was his first time. It was probably hers too. The feeling of affection embraced him just like the gentle breeze in the summer. It was exhilarating. confidence surged up in him.

Just then, he saw her running towards him. All of a sudden, the confidence sank to the pits of his heart. For he knew that there would be consequences. He might lose even her friendship, should she reject. But not saying would enslave him with guilt for his life. She might be the only one perhaps. With all his courage, he mustered the words.

"**, you are the only one i have ever felt such affection for. You are the only one who stirred up my feelings of care and trust. You are the only one I love."

Tears brimmed in her eyes. She, too had been waiting. They both knew. Now, it was just both of them standing in the field, the nearest pair of eyes away in the classrooms. Together, their hands clasp in unision. Their relationshup was forged ever since. But it was quite. Maybe even too quiet.

Tears brimmed in her eyes once more. As time swiftly swept along. So had their quiet relationship. Perhaps the foundations weren't strong. The chance of development did not present itself. It was doomed from the beginning. Young people like them, reckless and curious, ventured further into zones better left explored to in future. But they didn't listen to the elders whispering advice. She was agrieved. She was not content for her first relationship to break off so silent, so swift. Yet the most important reason was, she still pined for him.

Heaven, with his wisdom and might, pitied her and gave her one more chance. To start anew. To begin a whole new road, this time more stable. Standing in the corridor, both eyes seemed to meet again for the first time. The flame of their love rekindled. It was back again to the past, this time more careful, more bright.

She smiled again and their glances played teasefully with each other. Then, they walked hand in hand, on a road which belonged to the both of them.

done. like it? lols. i have to rush for dinner and it's only finished in 15 mins. :) Oh yeah, I created a new account at fictionpress to display more compos to the world. So if you are free, run along to the links. that's if you are free of course.

for those, planning to read, ignore the first sentence, it's repeated.

Once again, thanks for reading this post. :D

the great confessions

that's not what i'm feeling during the entire weekends. in fact, it's the complete oppsite. it's like a fog pulling you towards the ground. it's such a dreaded feeling and i wish i'd never experience it again.

good for me, i finally came to my senses and sobered down. after the mood storm during those past few days, it's been better. (:

i won't feel remorse and regret any longer because i've gone past that. i've forgiven myself for all the problems there seemed to be in me. the world doesn't believe me but i still think i know what's best. people can continue badmouthing me if they like. well, i'm sure they like it of course. i'm such an easy target thanks to my numerous flaws and weakness in my character. but that's ok. i'll learn. and if i don't, it's still ok. i'm human.

now that this blog is kinda privatised, there's no need to account for anyone. all i have to do is say whatever i feel like. and i will refrain from ranting too much. being angry is bad for health. lols.

and because i feel so much more relaxed in this post, i shall type a bit more. :)

i've really thought of slashing my wrist and was really tempted to do that. until i realised that my penknife is rusty and i might get an infection :O

since i'm still quite happy, i shall talk about my results. and how i (on a happy note) failed maths.

i feel really kiasu sometimes when it comes to results and it's true. in that split second, i become a totally different person and starts eating up everybody. especially english. perhaps only english. but i swore that in notice board, i gave a 7879 score, which well, wenjie, you got 8 so you can start killing me now. well, i suppose i wasn't in such a fab mood that day. so call it sabo or whatever you like. but i don't think your results are fair and that you should really get an A1. i'll try my best to propaganda teachers again. hmm...

then again when it comes to all project works, i have another problem. i always do last-minute work. let how i managed to chiong noticeboard in 2 days and therefore it's not perfectly done. same with srp also perhaps. i'm a sucker for everything last-minute. and perhaps there's only one thing that i didn't do last-minute this time and that's studying for maths.

wait, i didn't study at all.

so there's now a perfectly good reason on why i failed maths. aww. and what do you think the rest of the results are? ok lah i suppose. cuz the highlight of the day is getting a B for chinese. yay. that really made me feel accomplished. it's like the subject i've been waiting for years now. so that makes me happy and spin around the classroom like a top.

english was lousy. i don't want to talk about it. and it's not the number, it's the reaction. and that's why i hate english so much now. all that trouble i could really do without.

and i went to ryan's house on the pretext of doing work. but i didn't and went to watch him play final story instead. it's the fake maple where you level up in a beyond godlike way. insane. and maybe i'll try. but that's after exams.

they eoys are coming. i am smiling. except for chinese and maths. but i'm looking forward to haloween aka frank's birthday. there's just too much happiness going around down there.

this uncensored post made me feel happy. :)

i decided to change the blogs address. so more things can be left uncensored. Yeah, so i'll get my freedom of speech in the way that i like. like finally. and for anyone who knows my blog address, please and i so beg you not to put it in your links. i don't want anyone to see this. and it's better to let less tongues wag. i'm so damn sick and tired of school because now i have a grand total of 3 people in my class hating me to the very core. and i seem to offend them in one way or another. and it's allbecause of english. i so hate english. i hate english. i hate english. and wait. i hate myself. i hate myself. i hate myself. so it doesn't seem to make sense anymore. i fucking wish somebody can just beat me in english for heaven's sake. let you gloat when i fall and maybe you and i will all feel better this way. and i won't bother to reply to anymore comments because all i get in the end is to be bogged down by some idiotic comment that will further kill me. and i know that i will be blacklisted like for life somewhere as you go around badmouthing me. i'm so tired of you type of people. you make the world seem like a farce itself sometimes. but i must say you guys are good at something and i need to salute you for that. you are good at making me feel depressed and wanting to jump school or something. maybe i will. this totally uncensored version lets me rant at what i need to. i mean rant.

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i should die.

the gone and the goner 2.

just typed finish that last post and feeling abit better.

or to just solve the problem, i should just take out a penknife and start slicing my wrist.

oh, and i'll probably slash my left wrist first.

why?

i still need to write. >.<

waking up freaking early nowadays. all because i wanted to be a calefare at the new drama "love under many kay-poh eyes". lol. calefare is a nice word to use instead of extra.

got back history paper first thing on monday. made me slightly happy. but it didn't last cause i felt like dying the whole time. maths just made me more depressed. i'm constantly reminded of how i actually failed that subject. i went to abandon maths for my secret mission (mentioned in last post). and the secret mission is turning out to be a failure.

but i don't think i'll give up so early. i still have one more experiment on the world trade center's bombing anniversary. i want to do something. but i'm not sure if it'll succeed.

for the kay-poh people, it's nothing about love.

the rest of my results are ok but i dun really want to say anything about them. incase someone really blackmailed me.

i have enough trouble.

the gone and the goner.

i heard something very interesting today. something that made me sit up. something which is making me depressed today.

no, it's not about results.

and that something i heard wasn't really pleasant.

that person said that i sucked.

and * didn't say that in front of my face. but in front of people i know. and i only got to find this out from an external source.

so much for giving up exams and trying to be a better person.

* just made sure i failed in the one thing which i didn't want to fail at. and just thinking about that alone makes me think of where all my effort went. down the drain supposedly.

or maybe you guys didn't even detect and effort at all. in that case, i'm really a goner.

right now, some of you will probably call me to think positively.

and i wish i could. i tried playing maple just now and felt that it was damn sian. aww.

then i realised that no matter what i do, i will be hated. too bad, that's me. the anti-socialite. just realised that all bitches hate me. yup, i'm anti-bitch.

i am falling

i never decorate the posts that i feel bad about. just like the last one.

ok, that was random.

and i feel like a convict, stuck at home with nothing to do. not counting all the papers that are waiting to be filed. like lols.

and i'm haunted by something i saw at someone's blog. it sort of threw all that plagiarism shit on me. and i was -_-. because they can say what they like. and they insulted an entire part of me. but they can do what they like. i believe i'm innocent and i'll never plagiarise your compo. as much as i hate myself and as lousy as my attitude can get, i'll never dishonour my writing. and yes, my results are unworthy, i agree. but i didn't give myself the results. come to think of it, your plot is really similiar to the movie 'L' too...

the thoughts that haunted are not banished yet. there's still this final test tomorrow where he will give his verdict. i will be waiting.

you can say that my exams are over. but this is just the calm before the disaster. what do i mean...SA2. chinese and maths are so over.

or if i am willing to work harder. then just maybe...

forget it. it will never happen.

writing marks i don't deserve

this is blog is so screwed. i mean the links, the tagboard and even the intro.

someone please give this blog a makeover.

can someone make my life more stressful?

i happened to be super high today. sugar rush. and i did things that i shouldn't have done. and didn't do things that i should have done. no wonder's mdm hee's disappointed in me. ._.

attitude. sometimes, my own attitude kinda shocks me. maybe i don't really know myself that well. in that case, i better start locking myself up in a room and do some reflection.

got some incredibly high marks which i didn't really deserve. seriously. and both are in writing. english and chinese. for chinese, i got 51.5/70 for a compo which i don't really recognize. strange thing about it that it is written in my own messy, scrawling handwriting. that mark was my highest ever for chinese. :D

got 23/30 for my free writing. omg. and the freaking thing about this was that i totally went off-topic. i was writing another story. this feakingly high marks is something i don't deserve. as in, there are many others who worked much harder than me. it's ok if you slice my marks into pieces and share it among yourselves.

just leave me enough to pass.

then all of a sudden, mr khoo started talking about sspp. omg again. i thought he had completely forgotten about it. this chief editor is really not clear of the progress of it now. and that was bad since i couldn't say anything in front of mr khoo which was appropraite. lol.

went to cafe cartel for lunch. and since 13 people went, it was like a raid. ordered this really nice pasta with clams and mushroom. sad thing about the clams is that they still have their shells. rock-hard. and there was this free flow of bread thingy. benjamin represented our group lols. HEADLINES: STUDENTS IN ORANGE IN RAMPAGE FOR BREAD. i will never show my face in public again. but the lunch was still very fun. as compared to eating alone or with some stangers in the school canteen.

choir was ok. just realised that i can reach super high notes without falsetto. at the expense of my dead voice for weekends that is. then i figured out that not many poeple are going for overseas trip. cuz it's that freaking expensive and now i seem to be the only sec2 boy who's going. many people abandoned ship. and to salvage this ship, we had to have fund-raising.

i always think that fund-raising is fun! :D

maybe not that fun of you have to head the project for your level. so now i'm accepting any suggestions to make this choir fund-raising a success. sec2 choirsters, please tell me your ideas right now! and for the rest of the people, we hope that you will support us.

i am jealous of my own results.

shameless

yeah, i am so utterless shameless.

i write about other people

i talk about otehr people

i think about other people

maybe you can say that i'm self-less? (:

i feel totally tickeled today. and the tickling's fun. just wish that someone would stop it now so that i can type some serious post. lol

like. my srp presentation which was flamed like burning paper. and our group was 'fair enough' according to mr wong. ohwell. that's all for chicken bones and eggshells.

did i mention that i bagged up the leftover drinks? they are still lying in the cabinet and at least one month before expiry.

PE was screwed thanks to some acers day rehearsel. i didn't know why we had to be forced to perform some actions for the teachers when it was the teachers who taught us this dance. paradoxical!(i still love this word)

my results have been given a safety net lols. so now i dun have to worry anymore about failing or doing too badly. finally, after stressing for eternity.

sang some random songs after school. i mean random. and i mean there's choir tmr. SORE THROAT!

and i got involved in so many relationships as a supporter. like a die-hard fan in every soccer match. support and support. isn't that my duty.

and i don't think i'm that shameless anymore.

doesn't everyone talk about everyone else?

i don't even know what i'm saying.

that ultra long post 2

see, i've finally finished whatever i had to say about 8-8-08. and since i really did nothing during the weekends, i shall make you entertained with this today instead.

first period was maths. and it was my favourite topic. mensuration. it's just counting and algebra is hardly involved if need be. yay.:D

english kinda suck cause mr khoo was constantly picking on my group. "you could have done better doing..." lol. i didn't have a ppt and just copied and paste. in short, i'm praying for a pass. phobias. and now i have a phobia on my results.

*digress*

i did so freaking badly this term, i don't even recognize my own results. and god bless this term is only ten percent or i'll suffer a fate worse than death. from top 5 to bottom 5. crappy results and expected to get even crappier since there's chinese compo to be done tomorrow. oh, and there's also srp presentation. i need an MC.

*digress done*

ok, back to the most entertaing topic of this is the home econs practcal test. lol. there's much to say. like how mingzhen's 'mergedel' gave off the carrot odour but tasted so nice in the end. reminds me so much on durian. *fyi. i hate them* and also how my potato gratin was actually in time. given that the oven was so screwed up. ryan's diced potatoes also not bad. but i won't call them diced, maybed chopped. and i still prefer them without the sauce. dimeng's curry chicken was yummy. i paid more attention to the chcken wings. lol. the curry was delicious.

and now back to my own dish. the potato gratin which was the last dish to be served to kumar. the cheese took like half an hour to melt and we only had one hour overall. so kumar went to taste it and said it was ok. her poor tastebuds lah, tasted so much potato until my last dish will be graded so badly. well, i should be pitying my gratin. the gratin which i cared so much for.

you peeps said it was nice. and i hope you're not lying. cause this is my first attempt at something so fattening. thin people tend to cook healthier stuff. what a stereotype.

good news: i'm finally concentrating on my maths. :D

that ultra long post

i am having mixed feelings now. something like a discussion essay. and yes, i have english fever.

8-8-08 was really great if you look at the whole day itself. its supposed to be lucky. and we had ipp. what's that? it's an activity where a class of 42 people fit into an classroom with all doors and windows taped up. the stange thing was. we taped evrything up. and all at once, everyone was united. i mean, wasn't everyone sweating? it was a de-oxygentaed sauna. and as soon as mrs poh gave the announcement that the poisonous gases were gone, our class stampeded through the doors. it was air-con.

i think i prefer dying if there's an emergency in the future. i. want. to. die. cool.

the ndp performance itself was great cuz i didn't have to squeeze like some rubber tube. and all choir did was to sing in the finale. like lols. theme national days songs. feeling damn patriotic at that moment. like wanting to scream my lungs out.

and i did.

but nobody heard me.

then everything went anti-climax. i didn't feel that patriotic anymore. i took my bag and head to sembawang. my childhood refuge.

met up with kc and livia. and it was 2 years rewind all over again. i'm meeting with the freaks whom i known in primary school. ooh. and come to think of it, i'm a feak too and maybe that's why i was so happy freaking out with them. like how we talked about the old times and how i rediscovered old secrets. lol. like how livia cannot stand laughter.(i know i'm going to die for this). happened to take a stroll to the school and i discovered another fun fact.

we made it into the honours list.

lol. first time i saw my name somewhere. it was like a totally blushing moment. sembawang is going all out with that publicity campaign. also took a pic with my besties and i'm not going to post it. why? you will laugh and i think i've done enough making you laugh already.

oh yeah, the other fact i discovered last time was that my old clssroom is now the tamil room. ._. i know.

sort of crapped in kc house before going home at 5. then there was the olympics.

could i put to words the wonderful performance of china on that night? no. cause it's just plain awesome. go see for yourself.

it's just one day and i already have this incredibly long post typed out. wow. this is just chapter 157 of all my previous posts.

lol.

8-8-08

Happy Birthday Alicia!

that's all for today folks. i'm going to update more during the weekends.

saccharin

i feel damn content now. like the world has come to peace with itself. but sadly, i know this feeling won't last.

exams. are. finally. over. except home econs practical that is. but that's a different story.

breathe. today was slacker shit. first period had science and it was presentation. and adelynn's group did something totally similiar to my group. i should be surprised. i am not. and went to ks ryan of his question. accidntally. pe was fun cause we played captain's ball. i have nothing much to say about the game.

had mt after recess. watched a movie about panda. made me think about human and all of their emotions. but i wasn't going emo. not yet. reading was propaganda-ing mr ng on modals. english was completing some test. there were notes under my desk. i didn't know it. mr khoo saw it. he didn't scold. and when i look him in the eyes. i felt a touch of humanity. away from all this cold frigid world. i cannot undertand it and am still trying to think why.

drama was gay.

and i say that cause i was totally bushed. as in tired. rehearsels were great. the actual performance was totally anti-climax. i acted as health freak. imagine me as someone who can't stand fumes and brush my teeth before every meal. got A2 for that performance. am i supposed to be happy?

rushed for ndp rehearsel. the firts time i went on stage, i didn't sing. and that was when i saw mr khoo walking towards the hall. he was singing. and i must admit. his voice is like the pinnacle of anything. maybe because the feelings in them seeped through me like a sponge. i was captivated and stoned for a full 5 seconds before coming back to reality. mr khoo, you make me speechless. i have trly nothing to say now.

i sort of crapped all the way to the mrt station with yewrong. gladwin was behind me. i didn't know it. and continued crapping.

if you can talk about him and her, it would really be interesting for them to talk about you and him. this is the way of the world.

my summary: never get romantically involved in anderson.

my first fail.

finally, after such a long time. it's finally been done. and now that i have done it, i feel light-headed really.

now what did i do.

oh yeah, i failed maths.

really

surprised? thought you people would. i am a slacker and people just don't believe it. lol. it's their right to believe or not to. i am not to interfere.

anyway, it's really interesting that i failed. ok. not really. i did not study for it. and my 10% for the year has been flushed down into the pits of toilet bowl. my toilet bowl is now choked. it should be.

my real mama wasn't happy. there's sarcasm everywhere. i breathe it. i live it. my results this term is a nightmare. she knew it. i know it. we will know the outcome. she got tired of nagging and left me alone.

and srp is finally done. i feel godly. the science crap is finally finished. but i'm still not sure if wingyiu handed it up yet. but still, thanks to my groupmates for not pang seh-ing. and all the gossips. especially the gossips. i have heard enough to run my own tabloid company.

results so far. as you know maths got 47/100. and that will never happen again. geog got 22/25. not that surprising. science got 35/40. and that is amusing cause i'm not a science specialist. i have no time to waste. blogging, facebooking and mapling are not a waste of time. lol

ndp08 was spectacular. i love this year's parade. favourite: black knights and fireworks. totally made my day. hate: waiting under the hot sun for 2 hours. it's not humane.

i am plain weird. many people say so. i think so too. weird but not crazy. i wonder what it's like to lose control. you will never know that it's me.

i am not going to her birthday celebration. i went last year. but not this year. things have changed. the guestlist, had also changed. wish ryan good luck.

but not only for this. i wish him luck in what i call an obstacle. as i watch from a distance watching him the jump the hurdle makes me wonder how interesting life could really be. well, good luck again ryan.

fail. my. god. damn. english.