My improving my still pathetic grasp of everything Physics.
0 Comments Published by wengkeong on Thursday, June 28, 2007 at 8:10 PM.
Nicolas has written an extraordinarily entry, instinctively striking a chord with those tormenting days last SA in May. Except he studied for his exams, or mugged rather, while I can't even convince myself to say I put in the slightest bit of effort. Nevertheless, this entry is a must read, something you'll sympathize, empathize or even share experience about.
His blog has broken rule two of kennysia's "When A Good Layout Isn't Exactly Important" but heck that and read it anyway. Note: you have to click on the teeny "blog" link at the bottom of the box thingy. Click.
I have a "Physics Revision Test" tomorrow and I'm the only one in the class besides the PRC scholar who scored a 40+ l1r5 who is supposed to take it. Why? We make up the weird population of males who can't do Physics. Or myself, alone, actually, since it's probably the language barrier who caused my dear friend to fail.
So yea, I'm improving, but I'm quite sure I'll fail the revision test again tomorrow. I asked my Physics teacher what would happen if I failed and he said "Do your best."
I'm like, what?
So yea, I have about 4 hours should I sleep at 12 today to revise 6 months worth of Physics lessons last semester.
On a lighter note, I managed to understand and do all the questions from the current Physics topic: Work and Energy both in class and in tuition.
Oh, and did I mention I was first in class to finish the Titration procedure in Chemistry Lab with both experiments having matching amounts of Sodium Hydroxide inserted into 25cm³ of Hydrochloric Acid. Yeah, mine was 27.2cm³ of NaOH to neutralize 25cm³ of HCl.
His blog has broken rule two of kennysia's "When A Good Layout Isn't Exactly Important" but heck that and read it anyway. Note: you have to click on the teeny "blog" link at the bottom of the box thingy. Click.
I have a "Physics Revision Test" tomorrow and I'm the only one in the class besides the PRC scholar who scored a 40+ l1r5 who is supposed to take it. Why? We make up the weird population of males who can't do Physics. Or myself, alone, actually, since it's probably the language barrier who caused my dear friend to fail.
So yea, I'm improving, but I'm quite sure I'll fail the revision test again tomorrow. I asked my Physics teacher what would happen if I failed and he said "Do your best."
I'm like, what?
So yea, I have about 4 hours should I sleep at 12 today to revise 6 months worth of Physics lessons last semester.
On a lighter note, I managed to understand and do all the questions from the current Physics topic: Work and Energy both in class and in tuition.
Oh, and did I mention I was first in class to finish the Titration procedure in Chemistry Lab with both experiments having matching amounts of Sodium Hydroxide inserted into 25cm³ of Hydrochloric Acid. Yeah, mine was 27.2cm³ of NaOH to neutralize 25cm³ of HCl.
Sometimes I feel that people see me as such a social person, and that I'm extrovert whatever. Sometimes I feel slaved to what people see me as and what people expect me to be. Sometimes I get the feeling that I'm not running on the track some random person wants me to be and he's pissed about it. Sometimes my intuition tells me people have already started their stopwatches, as if they're timing how long they're letting me go my own way before they blow their top at me.
Sometimes it gets so bad that I already start to preconceive that ticking clock from people when they talk to me. Sometimes I misunderstand people when they're not the ones. Sometimes people to me seem like this man with big glasses tapping his finger on his watch, telling me time's up.
Sometimes I sit down and wonder where I should go from now. Sometimes, I look up at the clouds wishing things could be simplified, and that life could be as easy as an instruction sheet. Follow step one, then two, then three. There! You achieve nirvana.
Sometimes I start to think that I can start anew. Sometimes I think that I don't have to be this way, I don't have to live by people's preconceived image, I don't have to listen to someone else's bullshit. And most importantly, I don't have to care what others think.
Because the more I hear it, the more I realize that that person is not your mother, not your father, your brother or your sister. He can't do anything to hurt you and he doesn't have that authority. His life probably sucks more than yours and listening to one less person doesn't help.
You're strong, dude. C'mon, is what he thinks about you gonna revolutionize your world? He doesn't make a difference in your life. You do. You know why? Cuz it's called your life for a reason.
This is for everyone who worry so much about their public image. Everyone suffers from it. That doesn't mean you can't be special.
Sometimes it gets so bad that I already start to preconceive that ticking clock from people when they talk to me. Sometimes I misunderstand people when they're not the ones. Sometimes people to me seem like this man with big glasses tapping his finger on his watch, telling me time's up.
Sometimes I sit down and wonder where I should go from now. Sometimes, I look up at the clouds wishing things could be simplified, and that life could be as easy as an instruction sheet. Follow step one, then two, then three. There! You achieve nirvana.
Sometimes I start to think that I can start anew. Sometimes I think that I don't have to be this way, I don't have to live by people's preconceived image, I don't have to listen to someone else's bullshit. And most importantly, I don't have to care what others think.
Because the more I hear it, the more I realize that that person is not your mother, not your father, your brother or your sister. He can't do anything to hurt you and he doesn't have that authority. His life probably sucks more than yours and listening to one less person doesn't help.
You're strong, dude. C'mon, is what he thinks about you gonna revolutionize your world? He doesn't make a difference in your life. You do. You know why? Cuz it's called your life for a reason.
This is for everyone who worry so much about their public image. Everyone suffers from it. That doesn't mean you can't be special.
Sometimes I'm really touched to see people move on with their spirituality albeit my own being stagnantly stationery. I'm the sort of person who won't freak out and "work harder" at my spiritual level just because others are at a sky high. I realize it is my own sincerity that will make me closer to God, not my want to get closer to where my friend is to God.
On actual fact, since God is omnipresent, God is with me every day :)
Tomorrow is my Mom's birthday and she has kindly excused me from her dinner because it's teppanyaki and my throat is terrible. Somehow, somewhat I am not guilty. It's an unspoken traditional thing in my family that Mothers' Day, Fathers' Day and this sorta stuff isn't really that important.
I used to feel awkward as a child when others asked me what I gave to my mom on Mothers' Day. 'Cuz the usually answer would be nothing. My mom didn't think anything about it either. She'd just ignore the whole affair, so like at the next year I would do something for my mom. For the sake of telling others when they asked me more than for my mom.
This year was a bit different. I wasn't even planning on shopping for my mom but Natasha dragged me along her short spree for her mom. Then I bought a TY bulldog actually for myself. I sorta like ugly stuff, they're like cute to me. In the end I gave it to my mother.
Despite my slipshoddiness, and actually buying the present on the day itself, it was like the first Mothers' Day present that actually made sense. That dog is now sitting on her fat CRT monitor.
Maybe I'll get her a orang utan this time. She has a thing for monkeys.
Happy Birthday Mom :)
P/S New hot band on the BFS iPod is McFly! Check them out!
On actual fact, since God is omnipresent, God is with me every day :)
Tomorrow is my Mom's birthday and she has kindly excused me from her dinner because it's teppanyaki and my throat is terrible. Somehow, somewhat I am not guilty. It's an unspoken traditional thing in my family that Mothers' Day, Fathers' Day and this sorta stuff isn't really that important.
I used to feel awkward as a child when others asked me what I gave to my mom on Mothers' Day. 'Cuz the usually answer would be nothing. My mom didn't think anything about it either. She'd just ignore the whole affair, so like at the next year I would do something for my mom. For the sake of telling others when they asked me more than for my mom.
This year was a bit different. I wasn't even planning on shopping for my mom but Natasha dragged me along her short spree for her mom. Then I bought a TY bulldog actually for myself. I sorta like ugly stuff, they're like cute to me. In the end I gave it to my mother.
Despite my slipshoddiness, and actually buying the present on the day itself, it was like the first Mothers' Day present that actually made sense. That dog is now sitting on her fat CRT monitor.
Maybe I'll get her a orang utan this time. She has a thing for monkeys.
Happy Birthday Mom :)
P/S New hot band on the BFS iPod is McFly! Check them out!
OH MY GOD.
I LOVE MY CHURCHIES.
I LOVE MY CHURCHIES.
This alabaster jar, is all I have of worth. I break it at your feet, it's less than you deserve. You're far more beautiful, more precious than the oil. The sum of my desires and the fullness of my joy. Like you spilled your blood, I spill my heart, as an offering to my King.
Here I am, take me. As an offering. Here I am, use me. Every heartbeat, for your glory.
Here I am, take me. As an offering. Here I am, use me. Every heartbeat, for your glory.
Sometimes I really think I'm very privileged, to be given so many opportunities and so more chances. And I really think that I'm privileged because through those chances and opportunities I have had came along with amazingly supportive people making sure my ass is in the right place and that I'm doing the right thing. I can't actually fail.
I thank God for my connections and network, and it ain't all superficial. The life and blood that runs through my co-workers is amazingly real and concrete. It freaks me out sometimes, that I have such trustworthy people around me. Perhaps time will tell blah blah blah, but right now, I'm a spirited person.
Tomorrow is the hand-over barbeque. The very same barbeque that my seniors have attended years before to find out the verdict of their peer support lives. Whether they have proofed worthy of their positions during their interim years as Peer Support Leaders and hence add a "Senior" behind that already prestigious title.
I vividly remember scenes of a certain someone talking about his nascent promotion days before that barbeque in 2005. He was the batch of 2006, that was 2 batches ago. That time, I didn't even know if I would make the cut for red-shirt-dom, and tomorrow I find out whether I'm a Senior Peer Support Leader, and soon to come, a black shirt.
Freaky isn't it? How we grow?
And how time flies so fast?
Victorianism for thy BFS in Victoria School is ending in one and a half years time. I foresee myself looking back and wishing time didn't past so fast.
I'm scared.
I thank God for my connections and network, and it ain't all superficial. The life and blood that runs through my co-workers is amazingly real and concrete. It freaks me out sometimes, that I have such trustworthy people around me. Perhaps time will tell blah blah blah, but right now, I'm a spirited person.
Tomorrow is the hand-over barbeque. The very same barbeque that my seniors have attended years before to find out the verdict of their peer support lives. Whether they have proofed worthy of their positions during their interim years as Peer Support Leaders and hence add a "Senior" behind that already prestigious title.
I vividly remember scenes of a certain someone talking about his nascent promotion days before that barbeque in 2005. He was the batch of 2006, that was 2 batches ago. That time, I didn't even know if I would make the cut for red-shirt-dom, and tomorrow I find out whether I'm a Senior Peer Support Leader, and soon to come, a black shirt.
Freaky isn't it? How we grow?
And how time flies so fast?
Victorianism for thy BFS in Victoria School is ending in one and a half years time. I foresee myself looking back and wishing time didn't past so fast.
I'm scared.
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