His plans
sometimes God doesn’t calm the storm; He calms the child in the storm.
He knows the plans He has for me so in all things I shall give thanks.
Wish and pray I could feel better though.
but life goes on…
the last (was actually three days ago)
Today was really the last day. The Last day of school life, forever.
The Last Tuesday, the Last exam briefing, the Last time as a cohort in LT1, the Last assembly in class, (oh, and monday was the last assembly in the Parade square), the Last time shifting tables for exams, the Last time as a class in 6.4, the Last ice cream treat, the Last soccer match, the Last Chem, Maths and Econs, the Last time waking up at 6am, the Last school song.
God save our land and Heaven bless, our ACS forever…
the memories that really matter
penultimate
The last PE. Ever. At least it was a bunch of fun. Don’t know whether i can say the same for Rene’s monster.
The Last Monday. somehow, it doesn’t feel the same without Chapel.
the penultimate day of waking up at 6am. funny how i first used the word ‘penultimate’ in my english essay way back in sec 2. in describing how awesome this father was in the eyes of his kid, i said “he was the penultimate father.” bombasticity fail.
expectation
i think we are sometimes our greatest critics. we set such high standards for ourselves that when we fail to hit those lofty heights, especially when we know we are fully capable of doing so, our scathing criticisms of ourselves hurt more than words can wield the matter.
gotta keep counting on God, pick myself up, and peak come November the third.
oh, today was the last Friday and our last short day of the week that we all so eagerly look forward to every Monday.
memories to last
as school nears its close, i’ve experienced many things for the last time this past week, so from today onwards, i’m gonna record all these ‘lasts’ here so that these moments will indeed last.
Monday: The Last Chapel, The Last Benediction, The Last Sermon, The Last time i walked on stage to shake Dr Ong’s hand, The last Tamil Pledge (and i’ll never forget the first tamil pledge either)
Tuesday: No lasts today cause there’s still gonna be a Tuesday next week:)
(The Last) Wednesday: The Last ‘Fried Food Day’, The Last Chinese pledge, The Last .4 VS .6 Soccer match.
(The Last) Thursday: The Last Malay pledge, The Last “Letter of appreciation from Christalite Methodist Home” (wonder how many we’ve heard since sec 1)
tomorrow’s a new day and it’s 3 days before its all over.
tensation sensation
2 more days to the results, 4 more days to the end ofofficial school life, and 27 more days before the BIG one.
as i try my best to concentrate on the Calculus questions in front of me, my mind can’t help but wander off in a mixture of nervous, excited anticipation of my results. no thanks to mr “i don’t know your math grades but i think it’s 7, plus minus 3″ azmi. oh Lord, give me peace and provide Your increase.
and then there’s the end of school and the nostalgia and sentimentality that naturally goes with it. i don’t know how i’m gonna adjust to life without waking up at 6 every morning (okay, maybe that i can live without), seeing my friends in class and in school, and playing football during recess. these things have become so much a part of sentimental ol’ me that it’s gonna be tough when they’re all taken away in 4 days time.
and of course, there’s the BIG one coming up real quick. can’t believe it’s been almost 2 years. gotta raise my game, gotta pump it up, gotta stay motivated. 27+15 days and it’ll all be over. gotta make it worth it. God help me.
now i shall try to relax my mind before i enter into my slumber, which, i pray, will be a peaceful one. i shall try not to think of my problems or my friend’s problems for the night. tomorrow shall be a good day.
blonde
my blondeness amazes me sometimes.
i called kfc and tried to order macdonalds today.
i should really stop calling amanda bimbo. elizabethan wheel of fortune.
piece of chicken
today was goood.
ending school at 1.20pm with an all-paid-for kfc feast.
thigh meat is the breast. :)
don’t kid.
just before the UCAS lecture started, Elizabeth decided to draw on my neck with her pen. as you may expect i got a shock and naturally exclaimed, albeit slighty too loudly, “oh my son, don’t kid!” how was i supposed to know that the noisy room was to go silent and then proceed to burst out in peals of laughter at my poor plight. alright, go ahead, laugh at poor victor with a line on his neck. people sure are easily amused these days.
oh, and Happy Birthday Wengs!
laughing at gilded butterflies
in those insanely tense and stressful 20 minutes eons outside the prep room, with palpitating heart and clattering jaw, i said my prayers once more. as i opened my eyes to the light after a silent ‘Amen’, mdm Maria Nathan cordially invited us into the prep room to make that fateful choice – picking the extract in those brown, unfeeling, horribly opaque envelopes.
extract 16. Albany VS Goneril. ok, not bad. time to chiong.
‘last door on your left. all the best.’ were the last words i heard as i stepped closer to the lion’s den, hearing the roar of the lion when i was merely halfway along that dark passageway.
they say that one should not have preconceived ideas. those people have a point. instead of a lion, a familiar, friendly lady greeted me as she asked me to lock the door. though unexplainable, the tension seemed to defuse, as i took my seat opposite her and got ready to begin.
deep breath. let’s go.
14.31 mins later, it was over. i was a free man. my smile told all. ‘here, have a cookie’. what a perfect way to end an eye-oh-see.
munch. munch. smile, smile.
goodbye you boulders. i am now unburdened; but is this the promised end?
sadly, i have merely walked out of solitary confinement, and back into an ordinary prison cell, back into the muggertoadie world of the walled prison of eye-bee-dee-pee.
nonetheless, i shall now take a break. i shall laugh at gilded butterflies until they fly away at the beginning of a new week.
thereupon, i shall start anew, embracing the books, wishing IOC adieu.
thank You, Jesus, beautiful Saviour, awesome God.
He who shall not be named
the theme of sight versus blindness is not observed in the afore mentioned “He who should not be named”, which refers to the oh-so-fateful eye-oh-see. the personification of the inanimate eye-oh-see reflects how it is in fact an all-pervading presence, with its omnipresence seen in how its effects spill across to everyday life, affecting my style of writing as such.
nonetheless, preparation has been good except for a few woodpiles along the way which have caused me to stumble more than once. time to start mending my wall and rebuild the momentum once more.
need to get over those two pissers of poems. notice the plosive ‘p’ sounds which emphasize the harshness of my tone and reflect my frustration.
PS: reader, please forgive my english outburst. apologia pro poemate meo.
8 down, 4 to go
thank you God for helping me survive 8 exams in these past 4 days.
the light at the end of the tunnel gets brighter and brigther.
yesyesyesyes
the ultimate test of willpower
gahhh!
one of the greatest test of your willpower is to see your parents eating large, yellow, fleshy durians in front of you while you, this poor, pathetic boy with the sore throat (ironically resulting from those yellow pricky fruits from heaven) sit a few metres away looking longingly, able only to smell and not taste.
God please heal me. exams are oh-so-near.
i’m an intact boy in an intact world
intact is good cause of the bonds we share,
intact is good for the friends that care.
(ok 12am, victor can’t think of anymore rhymes so this shall be continued)
anyways, thankfully for history SL and OM, i’ve gotten to experience some non-intact life and get to know many many people. and in times like these, where IB is oh-so-near, studystudy environment is actually pretty good. hahaha, the muggertoadie in me resurfaces. bah.
God is good:)
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omgosh.
i didn’t realise there was still so much more to do.
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God help.
chemchemchem
haha did i ever mention i almost got killed by an ethanoic acid cloud that day in the chem lab cause some people forgot to remove their aspirin from the oven and according to mdm, when the ethanoate or something like that reacts with mositure, you get ethanoic acid.
cheemness.
nucleophiles and bollywood
haha I SURVIVED 3 HOURS OF HL CHEMISTRY TODAY!!! and i didn’t sleep a wink! whooo!
heh, bollywood dancing was pretty fun. gotta credit rishav, abhishek and arindam for playing ‘Dhoom’ endlessly during the long hours we spent doing sec 2 OM. brings back good memories.
okie, survivor’s starting in 10. ciao.
iRobot
i sit next to a robot in school.
he’s made in japan.
he’s really high tech and really smart too.
he talks to computers.
someday he’s gonna become President.
he has a function that makes him immune to lame jokes.
he sighs 12902994786574 times a day.
he does a cover page for his first drafts.
his powerpoint presentations are imba.
he takes one more subject than all of us.
he’s really helpful.
he’s a good pal.
i’m thankful i have a robot friend.
victors against victoria?
it’s the biggest match we’ve played so far.
hope we stick to the plan, hope we play well, hope we frustrate them, hope we score, hope i see some action, not from the bench, for once.
God help us, God help me!
Go AC!
T-okay!
TOK presentation happens tomorrow.
woksaoksKIs. God help me!
i need Your favour.
Thank You for helping me last through this race thus far. I’m at my next hurdle. Help me leap over it as You have helped to do many times before.
kicking off your day with vic
haha thanks guys for sitting through an hour and a half of hearing victor talk.
kinda funny how iwasn’t even able to get back to my seat before the next presentation. thank God its all over for now.
i miss OMOMOMOMOMOM! why do i have to miss Friday’s preview urrgh. must work to get into the first team. workworkwork.
“cadent tears fret channels in her cheeks” – Lear
i like cacophonic sounds
reprieve. for now.
haha what am i thinking. since when was there repreive in year 6, no, in IB.
sometimes a boy just wants a break after a long stressful week.
God help me through English tomo, help me face the ‘alpha female’.
