uhgluahla

that was the 1st word that came to my mind when i thought of arbitrary retardation.

SO MUCH HAS happened omg.

1st and foreplay, floorball.

it has all come to a sad conclusion. one that is filled with dread of an abrupt end to all the sweat and toil and fun. how i wished i had one more year.

but looking back at all the rubbish we've had, all the joy and ecstasy, the thrill from learning new tricks, the lovely acquaintances. these are the elements that make up my periodic table.

i really hope the juniors can better our achievement next year (ITS NOT THAT HARD I REALISED LOL)

with that been said, HC FLOORBALL, you've left a huge imprint in my heart, one that would never be eroded. <3 stay as one guys.

SAT was okay, but i didnt finish 3 questions i guess that might be fatal? lets hope i at least hit 2100

Chem SPA was easy and i really finished right on the dot. crazy fug

NEXT week will be the hectic one, 2 STJs in 2 days, a birthday party, BIO SPA(_|_)

but hey, hows life gonna pass if its like zen garden everyday?

at least i get some zen in the morning cos i listen to music from my creative zen on the bus. HAHAHAHA (laugh please).

i think DAISO's the perfect playground for our creative imagination. never have i felt that mixing and matching a goodie bag can be so demanding on my EQ.

But the more you think with your heart instead of your mind, the sweeter the outcome's gonna be. this effort's for you mum, for none other is equally deserving. <3

HOPE I SURVIVE THIS YEAR OMG.

YUB

TOMORROW.

it all begins.

this might not be befitting of a clash between titans,

but he with grit, determination, willpower and genius shall prevail.

come on hc floorball.

for i am so god darn excited.

been reading blogs of many and im really very impressed by the level of optimism some exude despite having the odds pinned so mercilessly against them.

its a really important virtue (optimism) that boy, you seem to lack sometimes. i've been prone to feeling down in the face of minor complications recently and that certainly isnt a good sign.

time to think positive, feel good, discard that facade and attain self-actualisation (wow maslow)

right, i've just gotten back my rotten results for blocks and i refuse to pollute my blog by inputting those horrendous alphabets.

guess i needa work twice as hard now. i have great aims for A's after all.

pw gave me smth to cheer about, the majority getting A shan't stop me from rejoicing at my achievement!

NEXT WEEK.

omg nats are starting and boy im really sexcited dao bao.

though its the king we're facing first, we shan't buckle under this titanic challenge.
i'm adamant about claiming this victory, and god bless our keeper - we need you with us so please clearance please ):

and i hope SPAs dun clash with the games...

time to feel inspired, motivated, and brim with joy and confidence like how i used to.

YUBIN

hey now, what'cha yellin' for

blocks tests are over for a week already. no surprises so far i sorta expected my math result.

and that was my best subject (:

right school's been real monotonous as usual. guess thats the year 2 depression. glad im getting cheap thrills here and there, and making random friends that seem to provide me more of such.

staying optimistic and sleeping more helps too so guys out there sleep early if u dun wanna pms!

i think im officially sacked from the japanese tour guiding job. blame it on yourself for your lackadaisical attitude. ):

well there goes my only source of stable income. the possibility of that endofyear taiwan trip suddenly seems comparable to my topping the class for prelims.

i've begun to settle down and get my priorities right. after nearly one and a half years i say its about time no?

after all, 5As and overseas uni are definitely not just a dream. i can definitely do this.

and we have hell lotta JTS/STJ due to our having 2 jr classes woot so secks. hahah

well i always hear from teachers that our class is very special and bonded. but honestly on closer inspection of the class relations i very sadly conclude that the presumed unity is nothing but a mere illusion resulting from a bunch of lively individuals.

don't get me wrong, im not hating, nor lamenting for lamentation's sake.
i hope to see change.

i wanna see us meeting up for class dinner once a week 5 months after A's just like how our snr class does.

SAT in a month! if i score well who knows how much easier university apps will be.
i really wanna study abroad. the exp is therapeutic at the very least.

and i can certainly contemplate myself thrashing the paper.

come its only 7 months do yourself proud kiddo.

BIN

a pinch of fatigue, spontaneously drizzled with memories, marinated in delight

BLOCKS D:

haha okay i've kept all the unhappiness in one line.

cooking has been FUN! really relished every moment of the process.

and i cant believe i only just saw 7G's class LJ. i always thought only the gossip blog existed.

oh dear the memories, our POP seemed like just yesterday, when apollo was so majestically yellow.

and all the crazy stuff we did as a class.

everything has toned down by a lot.

Inevitably, maybe. For the better?

That would really be up to your own interpretation.

In his desperate bid to rush for time,
to feed as plenty the stomachs as achievable,
the use of pepper and salt was alluded.
The chef scorned at the relative size of the garnishes,
as compared to the nutritional joy a wholesome bite of raw meat could offer.
The stomach savoured the bulk,
but the bite had no joy.
The mouthful resembles a bunch of party balloons,
which gloom in its mere possession of the colours of black and white.


This dish is called Life.

yubin the world-class master of culinary delights

hohoho

so tempted to bomb the kitchen though blocks are right after march hols? :DD








simple and easy, fantastic 5 for a great getaway from my hectic melancholy (:

i do hope i have enough time though...

yubin

guilt and all the accompanying laughter please

for starters, i would like declare that i'm back to my old habit of not starting sentences with capital letters, though i would make every effort to punctuate. (holding shift or slamming the caps lock is just too troublesome for my feeble willpower.)

alright, GP. This is really one tough nut to crack. Yes, harder than those i had after lunch today.
sometimes i really don't know how i can possibly improve for this subject. its easy to convince yourself to read more, but the other subjects havent exactly been the friendliest companions to this poor, neglected one.

thats not really the point of today's input. well, in short, i think im embarking on the phase of the year when i begin to neglect everything else and study, or at least attempt to.

im not proud of it seriously, but walking out of the exam hall feeling like a complete fucktard for no apparent reason isnt exactly the most awesome sensation to kick-start your day with.

i find myself dragging my spirit along like a helium balloon threatening to escape my grip and fly off to the horizon.

i just couldnt do anything right for today, and its not the 1st time i've been thrown into such a predicament.

the effed up bit is, whenever i feel like this, i just wanna go home and study and trap myself within an impenetrable emotional barrier.

dude, sounds like you've got the post menstrual stress thing. without the menstruation.

maybe its the soya. ionno.

so i homed and slept for 4 hours, missing what could have been a kickass dinner with some awesome lovelies. its was a god-sent, a stress ball in every sense.

i missed it baby. all because you couldnt get your feelings right in one afternoon.

you were weary, dreary, listless, and a combination of all the synonyms of negative feelings that the english language has to offer. and all this, for a reason you don't even know.

about time i wrote about this, because i've been getting such feelings all too often nowadays.

i miss those days last year, when shit comes out of my mouth more readily than it escapes my rear, when i could be happy-go-lucky about everything. when theres always a tomorrow for something, when everyone's genuine interest in having fun meant that you've got a shopping bag's worth of reasons to push your bum to that gigantic compound on bukit timah road.

maybe this is the transition to adulthood, just that i hardly fathomed it to be as debilitating as that of men morphing into werewolves.

it really sucks doesn't it, knowing you have to survive the rest of the year with such frequent emotional uncertainty.

yubin