Moved!

I have moved my blog to http://tallest-living-quadruped.blogspot.com

Couldn’t think of a less lame title, hahaha

Exams exams exams

Hello me (: I’ve got exactly two weeks before my mid-year exams start! It is unfortunate that I failed to follow the plan I’d drafted in late January, which would have left me 100% prepared for the exams, had I followed it /: This makes me want to rewind time and actually follow it – it’s not as if I didn’t know I would regret not following it. I just didn’t follow it! Now I’m left with almost the entire O Level syllabus to learn in two weeks.

I’m sure the other kiasu people in my school are freaking out as well. But I find that I’m freaking out a lot less than I used to. I really used to literally scream my head off at my sister. I recall one time when I was trying to study for my Biology exam: I was sitting at my desk with my book propped up in front of me, trying desperately to cram whatever information I could into my head. My lazy little sister (haha) was lying in bed and reading some storybook, and she was turning the pages. The sound of the pages turning was that of some dry rustle, and to me that noise was WAY TOO LOUD to be acceptable, so I really… screamed at her “STOP TURNING THE PAGES OF THE BOOK. ARRRRRRGHHHHHH!!! TOO NOISY!” :O

But yes, I find myself less stressed nowadays. Which can be a good thing in the sense that I don’t do unnecessary things like burn midnight oil or start screaming hysterically. I suppose it can be bad too – like I won’t be scared enough to start studying.

Adding to my list of things to do, there’s still the darn D’Arts video which was technically supposed to be completed LAST YEAR (which is why I agreed to do it), but somehow there were technical complications and so up til now, it’s not completed. So I’m left with this job that I agreed to do, and which I would love to do had I slightly more time!

But I am thankful for the rest that my Lord grants me each day :) Somehow looking at Him helps me to feel less worried about every other insignificant thing in this world that I usually do worry about. It’s amazing how His love is always readily available, how HE is always and forever available, how I can rest in the shelter of His wings without having to work for it, without having to earn any of it, for who can possibly do enough to be worthy of His love? By His grace I know I’ll get through, even if I fail all my exams it don’t matter ‘coz my Saviour loves me! Shall do my best with the time I have left. Study for His glory, rest for His glory too

My soul finds rest in You my Jesus
My hiding place amid the storm
In pastures green, You lead me down to lie
By waters still, I shall abide

I shall not fear for times uncertain
I shall not look to my own strength
Into Your hands I place my hopes and plans
My trust is in the blood of the Lamb

A crown of thorns pierced through Your temple
The blood that flowed took all my cares
What price You paid, what sacrifice You made
My life in Yours, Jesus my rest

Chuch

Wasn’t I the one who used to hate those emo emo kind of blogs? Hahaha, whaddya know!

I think I go to church for the wrong reasons. I go for people that I wanna see and talk to, not that fellowship is wrong; on the contrary it’s crucial. But primarily it should be for God. Been thinking about this for some time – how I feel all upset when I don’t get to talk to certain people.

Realised this also when my parents were talking about certain youths who don’t go for Juniors or Sunday School, and I realise, I don’t go because I want to, but rather because it’s just “what I do every Sunday” kinda thing. Routine more than desire. So what if I go for Juniors/SS? Does that make me better than those who don’t? Is my heart condition healthier? Are we that different?

Just talked on the phone to a friend who doesn’t go for Juniors and SS, she’s got doubts about getting confirmed. She can honestly admit she sometimes stumbles in her faith. Can I? Do I trick myself into believing I’m better than those who don’t attend church stuff just ‘coz I do? Do I not use my phone during sermon because I want to honour God or because I’m just scared of “doing the wrong thing”.

I’ve been spending all my time just thinking ’bout you
I don’t know what to do
I think I’m falling for you

Haha heard this song in Bata just now. And that horrible taylor swift song Love Story -.-

I wonder if it’s possible, or even common, that two people meet, become friends, love the friendship, are excited about the friendship, talk every day, talk talk talk talk talk, make fun of each other, laugh about stuff, make up nonsense, share new experiences, discuss common interests enthusiastically, discuss uncommon interests too, get angry about the same things, get annoyed at the same things, complain and rant to each other, seek advice from each other, give advice to each other, share personal problems with each other, encourage each other, become really close friends, become best friends, enjoy.

And I’ve been invited to millions of Facebook groups… and realised that the silly “who initiates the conversation first” thing didn’t matter at all, or the “You replied ‘lol’ or ‘k’ to my sms? This conversation is over!” issue was never a problem either ‘coz it wasn’t ever awkward and we weren’t afraid to just blabber away. I’m sure I wasn’t misunderstanding anything ‘coz it was real.

Then slowly but surely, there’s nothing left to talk about; we’re tired of each other… Except that I’m not. We find more exciting friends. But I didn’t.

I just realised I did the exact same thing to another person, because I slowly began to dislike and receive enlightenment that that person was really horrifying. So technically I’ve got no reason to be upset about this? It’s the same thing lah.

Eh I really need to concentrate on my studies, gosh! It’s midyears in like 2 weeks. ARRRRRRRGHHH!

I remember being told I get too stressed about things. But that was told to me so long ago. I even miss all the criticism, at least it was words, sigh.

My nephew is really cute, but more importantly, HE’S MY NEPHEW Ooh, I feel a shiver of excitement whenever I get to utter the phrase “My nephew” so proudly to those who don’t have nephews. HAHAHAHA.

Physical Fitness Test

Sit-ups: 36
Sit & Reach: 45cm
Shuttle Run: 11.77s
Standing Broad Jump: 161cm
Inclined Pull-ups: 5

So it’s grades A B C D E respectively. I’m entirely satisfied. In fact, the only thing that would make me dissatisfied (or rather, throw a tantrum for a week) would be me having to retake my Napfa. Hence, passing is everything to me

Oh, and I got a D for my 2.4km run. For the trial run, I got an E, and passed it by like 20 seconds, so it’s an IMPROVEMENT. Wang Jin, who recorded my timing, seemed reluctant to tell me what my timing was. She probably thought that it was such a lousy timing that I would be emotionally affected and terribly demoralised. Haiz, up til now nobody gets the point: I WANT TO PASS. Be it an A or an E.

Poor Arina ran an extra round and failed ‘coz her recorder didn’t see her run her 4th round or something ): This system is way too unreliable!!!

I bet some people are thinking why I can’t run even though I’ve got long legs. And I’ll say this again and again – UNRELATED! Some people also wonder why I can’t even jump my HEIGHT for SBJ. And again, I say it’s unrelated.

And why is it I can do damn heavy weights at the gym and still can’t do well for Napfa? Because strength is different from stamina. I can do a 57kg leg press with a single leg, but can’t run my 2.4km well. Haha I can totally see the PE teachers looking at me confusingly, wondering why this girl who goes to the gym every day can’t do her PFT well.

I don’t think Napfa is a very good indicator of how fit we are anyway. Just ‘coz I’m somewhat inflexible and can’t stretch over my legs, it means I’m unfit? Just coz I can’t JUMP FAR means I’m unfit? Zzzzz.

I hate it when people give me the “didn’t she used to be like way skinnier last year, I wonder what happened to her now” kind of look when they see me. I hate it that I hate it.

Homeless for Half an Hour

Today was pretty hilarious ‘coz I got locked out of my house and went through crazy crazy crazy means to try to get in (like some robber haha).

I walked home from school and found that the whole house had been locked up because my maid was out!!! My house has a garage gate, and after the garage there’s the house gate, and after that there’s the sliding glass door with a lock. Thankfully the garage gate hadn’t been locked, so I got through that fine. I brought my key to the house gate, so I opened that fine too. But unfortunately I don’t bring the sliding glass door keys with me (coz the sliding glass door isn’t usually closed when I get home). So after opening the house gate, I took a deep, hopeful breath and pulled at the glass door, fervently hoping it wouldn’t be locked…

Of course it was locked! D:

So I found myself locked out of my own house, with the whole house left with NOBODY (pretty ironic since my family is so big that there should be at least one person there, but then everyone’s overseas).

I dumped my school bag on the floor and walked out the garage gate. Then I had to walk around about 3 houses in my neighbourhood to get to the back of my house. The backyard of my house used to be bounded by that kind of green barbed-wire fence, but we changed it to a wall with… prison bars (what do you call those?) on top of the wall. The vertical bars are close to each other and they’ve got these spikes on the top of each bar. I stood there for a moment deciding whether to really do it, and I decided that there’s nothing else to do anyway, so I jumped and climbed over. Yes the spikes hurt, and my shorts/skirt got caught by the spikes of course, leaving me momentarily stuck. But eventually I got over fine and found myself in my backyard .

But, after the backyard comes the cooking area. And after the cooking area comes… the back door. Which (you can guess) was LOCKED. The cooking area has lotsa cooking tools and stuff, so I took this scissors and stuck it through the keyhole (which is humungous), and managed to poke the key out of the lock, so it fell out of the door onto the floor, on the other side of the door.

I tried poking random things into the keyhole to “unlock” the door but obviously nothing worked. A key is a key is a key. So I resolved to try and get the key under the door over to my side. I tried sticking long thin things under the narrow gap of the door, but all were either too thick to stick under the door, or too short to even reach the key, which had fallen pretty far.

At this point I was desperate. The sun was really really really hot and I was sweating like crazy, and I was so not gonna climb back over the back-wall-spikey-thing and go back to the front of my house!!!

Then I noticed the thing which you sweep leaves up with, at the backyard. It’s made up of these long thin sticks tied up together. I extracted one of the sticks and stuck it under the door. By bending it into a curve, I somehow managed to loop the key and sweep it towards the door. It hit the door with a sound, but didn’t slide under coz the stick’s really weak.

Then I bent the stick even more so that when I stuck it under the door, it formed a semi-circle around the key and the other end of the stick came back under the door, so that both ends were now in my hands. Since the both ends of the stick were in my hands, and the curved part was surrounding the key, all I had to do was to pull both ends to get the key over!

Excitedly, I pulled with all my might. But, as I’ve mentioned earlier, the keyhole was really big, thus the KEY itself was super duper big too. So it couldn’t even fit under the door T_T

By this time it had been like half an hour and I was feeling really crappy. I turned to the guinea pig who lives in the backyard and said “PIGLET PLEASE HELP ME NOW” haha okay I was kinda crazy.

Then my maid suddenly decided to arrive home. She was obviously confused as to why my school bag was in the garage, and why I was stuck in the backyard.

I was thinking, if I was stuck in this place for like a week, I could probably survive. There’s food to cook, and cooking equipment to cook the food with (and don’t say I suck at cooking, coz if I’m desperate I’ll eat anything!). There’s a TOILET and a shower A guinea pig for a companion, and clothes being dried in the sun, so I get a change of clothes.

And I was also thinking, doesn’t that mean any robber can just climb over the spikey fence and break into my house!?

Anyway, I should have just stayed put in the garage and waited for my maid to come back. But I guess climbing over the back wall was pretty fun, and laughing at myself for coming up with such retarded solutions. BUT I’d like to say, if the key had been a little thinner, or the gap under the door had been a little bigger, I would definitely have been able to get into my house =)

Linguistic Behaviour

Step 1. Open mouth.
Step 2. Close mouth immediately.
Step 3. Think about what was about to be said.
Step 4. Realise it was stupid and unsubstantial. Even unnecessary. 
Step 5. Don’t say anything.
Step 6. Aim not to say silly things again.
Step 7. Success.

Fall

Yesterday my sister slipped and fell in the bathtub ‘coz it was slippery. After proclaiming to my parents a recount of the ever so exciting fall that she experienced, my dad warned me afterward to be careful when stepping into the bathtub, lest I should slip as my sister did. I laughed it off because I think I’ve only slipped in the bathtub ONCE in my life and didn’t think it likely to happen again.

Lo and behold! Today when I stepped in, I immediately slipped and fell T___T Did somebody do something to the bathtub? Coincidence much.

OMG

I just found out that I got promoted to YO. And Mrs Wong sent the message about my promotion to my old number (hence I didn’t receive). So how? Now I have to join lor, no question about it-.- Gee what a waste of time.