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Plainly put, I did pretty badly this term. Failed my first subject since joining the school, possibly the worst aggregate I’ve gotten since my first semester here in 2009. All in all, much to be desired.

If there’s one number I really hate now, it’s 49. Despicable little thing; a disgusting symbol of mediocrity. A fail. FAIL. in bolded, capitalised letters. Argh.

You’re probably interested to know how many points I scored. 36. Not bad, you’d say, and yes, I’m inclined to agree with you. Not bad, not good enough. I understand some people did get lower, so regardless of who asks me, I’ll always respond in a hushed tone. Don’t want to seem arrogant but now I think of it, people might assume I believe that it’s a shitty score, and think I’m being arrogant. Damn, well, can’t please everyone.

 I guess, in the post-exam period, I can look forward to ISCEP Inbound, which starts on Saturday (or Sunday - not sure whether Sat’s a prep day), and the hols after that, but there’s still the ‘O’s I have to worry about. That and coursework.

There was church today, we had a session (small group) on reconciliation, though what I got out of today was more a reflection on my arrogance this past couple of weeks - my blindness to my own needs - and the resulting low scores I obtained. I failed to concentrate on things I felt were guaranteed 6s and 7s. I was complacent.

In the end, I still commit my achievements, like I have done with past achievements, to God. As much as it is cliche, it is still true that all is is due, in whole, to his grace, and by his grace, I will improve.

Gotta wake up early tomorrow.  Gonna hit the sack, bye!

Words fail

I really don’t know where to begin. That stupid PRC driver whammed his car into the taxi, and took not just his own life, but the lives of the other two in the taxi. What an ass, seriously. 

And these people online? They have the audacity, the inhumanity to step forward to defend the Ferrari driver. Not that it means much anyway, now that he’s dead. It’s not as if his family can’t survive without him anyway. The newspaper said he was a bloody millionaire; and considering his Ferrari, I don’t doubt that.

The taxi driver, on the other hand, was innocent, he wasn’t drinking (though of course, I can’t establish that the Ferrari driver was), and his job was to ferry people around. I don’t think he was rich and I really feel sorry for the family. I don’t know how, but some goondus could self-righteously construe the event as being the taxi driver’s fault, for not checking properly although the light was Green.

I think, to put things in context, a good examination of the following video would suffice. It establishes VERY CLEARLY how long the light had been green prior to the taxi driving off, and the ballpark speed of the Ferrari driver.

The taxi never stood a chance. Airbag or no airbag, it never stood a chance. You can see a bit of an explosion and the two cars flying for a while; they never stood a chance. 

If you thought I was being biased just because I’m a Singaporean, well watch the video and come up with your own judgement. Or it might just be a cultural difference; perhaps this is a really common occurrence in China.

I just feel sad, and angry. 

Back to school

After the exams.

We should just have two weeks of uninterrupted holiday; a well-earned reprieve from the mundanities of school. Oh how I wish I could go cycling. East Coast Park, Sentosa, are nice places where I’ve had the opportunity to cycle, and I don’t mind going back there again.

I remember meeting a group of primary school kids cycling round the island; we’d just finished canoeing training at Bedok reservoir, and saw this teacher with a group of bikers surrounding him; apparently they’d cycled all the way from Changi, and were taking the new Park Connectors round Singapore. Must have been sometime ago, during some holiday, I remember.

But still, I’ve never gone cycling with my class. That one time at ECP; old classmates. Those times at Sentosa; prefects, and pschool friends. Truth be told I think bowling’s actually really boring. I used to enjoy badminton with those pschool friends, but those days are long over. I guess I’ll have to content myself with the most anti-social time-killers - movies.

People rarely talk during movies; at least LAN there’s shouting, screaming, the occasional (who am I kidding - frequent) expression of vulgarity (lol by the dotards, as I like to call them), it’s a lot more lively, although they usually never play the FPS games I’d rather be playing. RTS sometimes gets quite boring, especially the ones where you have to micromanage. 

Still, nothing quite beats physical exertion though. Really enjoyed just cycling from one end of ECP to the other end (and back again). I remember thinking we’re crazy paying for three hours from 10 to 1, but in the end, we cycled the whole way through. And the feeling you get when you have a cold drink after that, in the Singapore midday sun - priceless. Nothing comes quite close.

Of course, I understand the rational behind school. The ‘O’s are in two weeks time, and I really really hate Chinese. I really need an A2. Guess I’ll be studying through these two weeks then. :(

“Trust in the Lord with all your heart, And lean not on your own understanding; In all your ways acknowledge Him, and He shall direct your paths” - Proverbs 3 : 5 - 6

Oh, Coldplay

Still my favourite band

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