went back to ACJC on Monday to collect my School Graduation Certificate (SGC) after my freshman medical check-up at NUS. my first reaction wasn’t one of happiness or relief, but rather… “two years of intensive torture-like study for a maroon folio with gold embossing. na beh.” true story. “The year you were born marks only…
Month: June 2014
–40: “there is nothing I would not do for those who are really my friends. I have no notion of loving people by halves, it is not my nature.”
it’s been the craziest nine days yet.
–50: “one of the advantages of being disorganized is that one is always having surprising discoveries.”
(shot along Mariam Way on thursday evening) (as I’m typing this I’m cringing/grimacing at the television while watching the season finale of Marvel’s Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. on FOX because it’s SO PAINFUL TO WATCH and I’m crying internally) so, I’m left with fifty days before school actually starts; the next chapter of my short-lived life….
–54: “you only have to do a very few things right in your life so long as you don’t do too many things wrong.”
(image credits to Entrepreneur) today, I was thinking about the time I spent studying for the ‘A’ Levels and my work ethic then— hours of cramming with nothing but snacks, notes and two earbuds in my ear.
–55: “besides, who ever asked you what you wanted in this world, girl? the answer to that question, reader, as you well know, was absolutely no one.”
(image credits to Amid Night Suns on Blogger) I must admit, I’m not a perfect person robot capable of completely compartmentalising my feelings— this post stems from annoyance and anger at a certain relative over an argument on Saturday. said feelings of annoyance/anger led me to reflect on the happenings of the past few weeks…
–57: “being busy is better than being bored. bored left a long time ago. busy is always around for me.”
(photo taken yesterday evening) it’s a Sunday and I’m finally getting a chance to slow down and take a breather after the hectic week— I’m completely done with my practical test (for driving), my first bout of concerts/performances is finally over and I’m very thankful for the break I can get before resuming with choir…
postcards from far away 