you know that sth's wrong whenever i blog. bad sign

i'm freaking angry at myself now. for the past few weeks during my preparation for Math 1, out of say 10 questions of geometry coordinate, i can probably ans only 2 questions on my own without having to refer to the ans for working steps. don laugh! i don call it "my most hated topic in math" for nth.

And you can imagine how happy and pleased at myself i was this morning when THE question that comes out during THE exam is one that I CAN DO knowing FULL WELL that i've got the RIGHT concept behing ans-ing the ques.  get the centres of the 2 smaller circles, then you can get the diameter of the bigger one. then get the centre by ratio. YES BY RATIO! then simultaneous equations. i'm on my way to getting the right ans!!! now, who cares about those 8 questions that i cant do during revision right? but noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo, heck, noooo... i freaking substituted the wrong number into the equation in haste because i was in a hurry. *profanities sensored* i was very sure that i have the right concept can??? as sure as you are that 2+2=4. WHYYYY????????? why so careless?????? if i had double checked i'm pretty sure i'd have spotted the mistake.

I now hate geometry coordinate with a passion. pissed beyond pissed i am.  careless mistake is such a pain in the donkey!

have you studied to a point when you just get so sick of everything and feel like tearing up all yours books, let out a big "ARGHHHHHHHHHHHH" and then suddenly time fast forwards itself to december?

sigh. i will hug anyone who would bring me to a beach and shout together with me now. seriously man. the last time (also the first and only time) i did that was with the 5J girls in damai. Facing the sea and screaming about nth in particular. But that was a day after the THEN larger than life SPM.  And then we got complained by the "guards" in Damai Resort. Even our guy friends ridiculed us, esp Hubert who went " siaw la you ppl....go there shout for what. see now ppl complain dy" sneers. Form 5 was lotsa fun.

How many more times will we get over this "this-exam-is-larger-than-life " phase? When we were in Form 3, it was this "ohhh my pmr is so impt..it decides whether i get into science stream or not". Then comes Form 5, it was the "the rest of my life begins right after the last paper" And now it's this STPM, which has been acclaimed by many teachers as "the hardest and most impt exam in your life" And you suddenly realise what you did in form 5 wasn't that great a deal anymore.

I'm sick of this. Can someone pls steal the remote control Adam Sandler had in "Click" for me? And maybe Adam Sandler too while you're at it.

I'm back. after another 2 months. i was busy cleaning the spider webs off my blog see? haha...lame

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The STPM timetable has FINALLY reached us. So now it's official, my (fun-filled) life starts at 4.31pm on 5 December 2006

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Why does it take me NINETEEN yrs to realise that boredom is bliss? Until 5/12, anyone who complains to me about being bored shall get from me the constant "AT LEAST YOU CAN AFFORD TO BE BORED CAN??????!!!!!!"

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50 more days, 50 more days, 50 more days.........................

You know you love your frens when you call them on their handphone and the following conversation takes place.

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Me:........(talking about things not worth mentioning)........

Me: What you doing now?

Fren: On my way to watching a movie. Parking my car now.

Me: What the heck? can talk on handphone while parking ahh?

Fren: (obviously not using ear-phones) aiyaaaaa..... i got skill ma...

Me: wahh...Then i.....

Fren: AHHHHH.........i'm knocking into sth!!!!!

Then the line went dead instantly. (before i had a chance to laugh)

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Good skill indeed.

Surprise surprise. finally a post after 5 grand months. Well i wouldn't have if it weren't for this TV series that i watched with my aunties just now. Just a single episode of that series sent me into such deep thoughts that i had trouble sleeping. So am writing this post at 12am when i shd really be sleeping. Felt so compelled to pen down what my thoughts are.

It's this singapore series called "A Child's Hope" on NTV 7. The episode that i watched was about this family in which ALL 3 children have serious health problems, 2 of which cant walk due to some genetic disorder, and another had kidney problems so had to go to the hospital every single day. Said family is heavily dependant on their mom who made tons of sacrifice. Just when a slight ray of hope seemigly shines through after a succesful kidney transplant from the mom to the child, the mom had to get into a car accident after an attempt to rescus another one of their children.

(The way i said it really doesn't do the touching story any justice. I shd be forgiven for my limited choice of word at 12.15am when my brain doesn't function too well.)

Even as i'm typing this, just how many ppl in the world are suffering from the pain in losing their family member? And how many are struggling to merely stay alive via support of machines? it makes it all the more clear to me as to how fragile humans are. A single nerve that went wrong can paralyse us. A single disorder in our nucleotide sequence can bring about serious and fatal health complications. One really cannot study Biology without acknowledging the presence of The Higher Being much much more seperior than us. Time and time again i'm left in awe as to how wonderfully humans are made. So many nerves, organs, tissues and control systems going on in our body that have potential to go wrong. We're really lucky just to be alive.

And it brings me to shame that for the past few days all that i worry about is to lose that 3-5 kg so i can fit into my old jeans. Pui! Such a trivial matter that "trivial
is totally an understatement.

We're really lucky just to be alive. So take on each day's challenge with smiles and grace, for there're many who yearn to be in our position to just be able to enjoy the feeling of being able to go under the sun. and all that we do is complain about the hot weather that sends us sweating profusely. i am shameful and guilty.