Fricking disappointed with EOYs. Like wtshit? Can someone please tell me, wtf is wrong with me. Failed a couple of subjects today. More to come tomorrow.

I freaking survived OBS! I'm going to blog about it as much as I can while the memories are still carved and branded in my mind.

OBS was a totally exhausting journey physically & mentally. Totally died after the first day & the only drive that kept me going would have to be my (almost nonexistent, or else puny) mental strength - telling myself to make it back home into one piece & since my bro could survive NS, I should be able to survive OBS too right!

The OBS we attended revolved mainly on the land & sea expeditions. & I swear the first day (day 2) of the sea expedition ('teaser'- as what Chee Tong & Ahbu puts it), was hell & the worst part of the entire OBS journey. I couldn't do anything at all except for puking & feeling nausea & seasick. I swear I've never puked so many times in my entire life before. From vomiting orange juice, to water, & then to stomach acid before nothing (attempting to vomit but nothing comes out) Felt quite bad la cause Sriram had to paddle doubly hard cause he had to move the weight of the kayak and a lump of dead mass in the front cockpit. Paddled like shit just to reach the ulu camp. Pitched tents in the dark, no toilet and bathroom facilities & century (sp?) watch duties at night. Our tent suay suay got 3.40am slot for nightwatch.

Day 3 (second day of kayaking), was equally bad on the first half. 7 freaking hours of solid kayaking. But the puking went away after awhile after I decided to heed Ahbu's advice on stuffing orange peels up my nostrils. When we were out at sea, it was like shit. Bryan was sweeper and he was my kayak partner. The tides and currents were berserk & the oceans so fat and vast. We paddled the circumference of the entire Pulau Ubin. It was crazy. Paddle paddle paddle. When we were paddling halfway, a storm stirred. It was kinda scary cause for a moment, I thought we were going to get struck by lightning or something. Everytime I saw streaks and flashes of lightning cut across the forbidding dark sky, I would cringe. The seas were freaking choppy and I thought we were going to capsize. But our Watch hung on together, and we approached shore safely to take shelter before continuing on our journey to Camp 1. It was dam funny la this part- cause it so happens that Marco Polo was travelling with Megalion (I don't know how to spell :/), so when we crashed unexpectedly on a shore to take shelter, ACS Barker were already there seeking shelter & we sort of invaded their shelter and they had to stand under the rain hahaha. Okay but anyway after the rain, we resumed our journey and passed by a stretch of sea with restless little fishes jumping into our kayaks, which caused some people to scream uncontrollably. We reached Camp 1, which was like haven with toilet facilities and a cookhouse :)

Day 4 was trekking, undeniably the most exhausting part of the journey. But if you add seasick onto the weighing scale, I'd definitely choose trekking over kayaking. Slung with backpacks of almost our weight, we set off on an entire day of journey back to Camp 2. I did pacing for the first stretch & it almost robbed me of my sanity, I tell you. Count & count. Sometimes, you get so tired, you lose count or you overshot. & when you are at step 90, you realise you need to shout "Shit sorry people, it's 100m + 20 steps.", since 70 steps is equivalent to approximately 100m. We did get lost and a storm was brewing while we were trekking through the maze. I didn't had a poncho and was dam afraid I would kenna the storm. It was fricking tiring cause after awhile, your hips and backbone starts to give way and buckle from the xxx kg load of load. We did attempt to keep our spirits high by singing the college anthems, Vietnamese National anthem & of course, mari kita :) And after around 5 hours of trekking through the forest, we emerged back safely at camp 2. Morale was dam high & relief surged through us as we staggered towards the MPH. Celebratory dinner that night (: Mesh-tin, cutlery & utensil & pot washing was _|_. At night, the three watches whose tents were pitched at above the LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONG (fricking long) flight of stairs in Camp 2 stayed up to play I Never but I couldn't hang on & I decided to sleep after awhile.

The next morning & noon, it was just packing & washing up and unpitching before going back to mainland Singapore. Went to KAP macs with some of the 01s and we had a good celebration to mark the end of OBS (:

I'd say, OBS was an eye-opener and made me appreciate civilization and everything around me so much more. Even combing my hair. Cause during OBS, I got fricking sunburnt during the kayaking days on the scalp and I couldn't comb my hair each time I tried cause my scalp would hurt like shit and I couldn't help yelping in pain. As such, my hair ended up like BOOMZ and tangled. I think I need to thank Ahbu (our instructor) for being such an awesome instructor cause without her, I think I would have gained less from OBS. I was dam !@#% when she refused to take me out for kayaking on day 3. But now I know why. Cause if I had arrived to Camp 1 on speed boat, I would not have experienced the similar sense of relief, satisfaction & exhilaration as compared to arriving there via kayaking. Also have to thank Sriram & Bryan being my kayaking partners doing the 2 days & putting up with someone like me who gets really bad seasickness.

I think I've gained more determination, which I would apply to life, especially to my setbacks. & I've learnt not to give up easily and always be up for challenges. I can't believe I'm saying this but, I'm really glad to have attended OBS. As they say "There's always something to bring home from OBS!", I think it's fricking true cause I've brought home ounces of courage, determination & satisfaction & I feel that I have emerged much more stronger a person.

MARCO POLO! (:

26th October - 30th October 2009.

I could do with a break, from all this hell around me.

I think I'm going insane soon. Going to school is a chore, even coming home is one too. I'm not being some problematic emo gothic teenager but, my parents really don't understand me. I'm beginning to feel that I'm drifting away from them, or the other way around maybe. I have to do things I don't want to to please my dad. & when things don't turn out right at the end, I get blamed by him, though he was the one that made do what I had been doing. & my Mom must be having a nasty time at work cause everyday - yes fine I understand. When she comes home she won't stop admonishing me for the slightest things, the slightest minute stuff that goes wrong. I'm already trying very hard. I don't think I could take anymore pushing. Sometimes, I wished that I had been closer to my brother when we were growing up, cause if we were, maybe I would be able to confide in him right now. Unfortunately, not only are we the most distant pair of siblings you can find, we are always at loggerheads everytime we see each other.

& school is hell. Reality check of the looming examinations in 18 days. It's time to take the final stand. Goal for now - FILE AND FIND ALL MISSING WORKSHEETS, AND MOST IMPORTANTLY,

THE MISSING GRAPHING CALCULATOR. (1 month and counting, what are the odds?)

I've realised that I've always taken things around me so for granted. Like Mozart Symphony No 40. I think many take its beauty for granted too, appreciating only its first phrase or so & then exclaim "oh that mozart song very famous one". But how many have actually completed hearing at least one movement? I'm guilty for the above statement.



beri good i swear. i liekz.

I'm sorry if you find it funny, because I don't.

Why do some people just don't know when to stop?

Have no idea why, but I'm abit touchy these days. Fell asleep on the sofa, upright, while reading up for IH essay, for 3 whole hours. Seriously, thank God the laptop didn't crash onto the floor or something. Like lol seriously, how can someone fall asleep with a burning-hot laptop resting on the bare thighs, and propped upright??? Need. To. Stop. Sleeping.

My Dad gave away my dinner to my bro and helped himself to it as well (WTF). SO I HAD TO EAT CUP (not instant) NOODLES, which were absolutely NOT FILLING AT ALL, I swear :/ Now I'm famished like shit & yes, usually I sleep when hunger pangs kick in after midnight so I won't feel the stomachache. But tonight's a night filled with the company of IH, math and SPIRE (and facebook). And my mom who came home later in the night couldn't be far less understanding yet, scoldscoldscold. I seriously need a break.

& trigo is killer, my brother couldn't even care less to help despite my pleas. No like seriously, everything else is bad enough already. Comeon. I'm so food-deprived but yet I'm still gaining weight. Awesome.

Life is a misery, but I believe it definitely will take a turn for the better after ass week.

raaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrgggggggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.



I think I have a sleeping disorder or something. I'm really really wasted. It's like an every-second thing where my energy ebbs away with the clock's ticking. I can't hold on anymore. I think school is really stressful, sometimes I wish I didn't come over. Watched Mrs Cheong's farewell video on Youtube- entire SN singing heartily to IJ Spirit. Though last year wasn't exactly the best, I miss being an IJ girl so much, I miss being in a school that's more like a family, then an instituition. What would it be like, if I were still in SN?

I went to an uncle's (mom's dad's bro's son) wedding today. So cool to get married on such a meaningful date like 20092009 :) & shamefully, but true, it was the first time I wore a dress (with the exception of choir gowns) for as long as I can remember the last time had been. Should replace my entire wardrobe and get a makeover like now. I think this is what they call, growing up & out of kiddy clothes perhaps.

School now is like all conked up and crappppppyyy. EOYs in 4 weeks time, trigo test in 4 days time. Have to gear up for mugggggginggggggg. I totally am so unprepared I need a breather badly.

Rahhhh I miss SN so much I think I need to jump now.

Distinction,
I told myself that was what I was aiming for.

But not surprisingly, I'm a little disappointed. Stupid la.

Okay shit I sound a little bit like _______.

I'mma tell myself I'll aim higher the next time.

Fricking disappointed with EOYs. Like wtshit? Can someone please tell me, wtf is wrong with me. Failed a couple of subjects today. More to come tomorrow.

I freaking survived OBS! I'm going to blog about it as much as I can while the memories are still carved and branded in my mind.

OBS was a totally exhausting journey physically & mentally. Totally died after the first day & the only drive that kept me going would have to be my (almost nonexistent, or else puny) mental strength - telling myself to make it back home into one piece & since my bro could survive NS, I should be able to survive OBS too right!

The OBS we attended revolved mainly on the land & sea expeditions. & I swear the first day (day 2) of the sea expedition ('teaser'- as what Chee Tong & Ahbu puts it), was hell & the worst part of the entire OBS journey. I couldn't do anything at all except for puking & feeling nausea & seasick. I swear I've never puked so many times in my entire life before. From vomiting orange juice, to water, & then to stomach acid before nothing (attempting to vomit but nothing comes out) Felt quite bad la cause Sriram had to paddle doubly hard cause he had to move the weight of the kayak and a lump of dead mass in the front cockpit. Paddled like shit just to reach the ulu camp. Pitched tents in the dark, no toilet and bathroom facilities & century (sp?) watch duties at night. Our tent suay suay got 3.40am slot for nightwatch.

Day 3 (second day of kayaking), was equally bad on the first half. 7 freaking hours of solid kayaking. But the puking went away after awhile after I decided to heed Ahbu's advice on stuffing orange peels up my nostrils. When we were out at sea, it was like shit. Bryan was sweeper and he was my kayak partner. The tides and currents were berserk & the oceans so fat and vast. We paddled the circumference of the entire Pulau Ubin. It was crazy. Paddle paddle paddle. When we were paddling halfway, a storm stirred. It was kinda scary cause for a moment, I thought we were going to get struck by lightning or something. Everytime I saw streaks and flashes of lightning cut across the forbidding dark sky, I would cringe. The seas were freaking choppy and I thought we were going to capsize. But our Watch hung on together, and we approached shore safely to take shelter before continuing on our journey to Camp 1. It was dam funny la this part- cause it so happens that Marco Polo was travelling with Megalion (I don't know how to spell :/), so when we crashed unexpectedly on a shore to take shelter, ACS Barker were already there seeking shelter & we sort of invaded their shelter and they had to stand under the rain hahaha. Okay but anyway after the rain, we resumed our journey and passed by a stretch of sea with restless little fishes jumping into our kayaks, which caused some people to scream uncontrollably. We reached Camp 1, which was like haven with toilet facilities and a cookhouse :)

Day 4 was trekking, undeniably the most exhausting part of the journey. But if you add seasick onto the weighing scale, I'd definitely choose trekking over kayaking. Slung with backpacks of almost our weight, we set off on an entire day of journey back to Camp 2. I did pacing for the first stretch & it almost robbed me of my sanity, I tell you. Count & count. Sometimes, you get so tired, you lose count or you overshot. & when you are at step 90, you realise you need to shout "Shit sorry people, it's 100m + 20 steps.", since 70 steps is equivalent to approximately 100m. We did get lost and a storm was brewing while we were trekking through the maze. I didn't had a poncho and was dam afraid I would kenna the storm. It was fricking tiring cause after awhile, your hips and backbone starts to give way and buckle from the xxx kg load of load. We did attempt to keep our spirits high by singing the college anthems, Vietnamese National anthem & of course, mari kita :) And after around 5 hours of trekking through the forest, we emerged back safely at camp 2. Morale was dam high & relief surged through us as we staggered towards the MPH. Celebratory dinner that night (: Mesh-tin, cutlery & utensil & pot washing was _|_. At night, the three watches whose tents were pitched at above the LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONG (fricking long) flight of stairs in Camp 2 stayed up to play I Never but I couldn't hang on & I decided to sleep after awhile.

The next morning & noon, it was just packing & washing up and unpitching before going back to mainland Singapore. Went to KAP macs with some of the 01s and we had a good celebration to mark the end of OBS (:

I'd say, OBS was an eye-opener and made me appreciate civilization and everything around me so much more. Even combing my hair. Cause during OBS, I got fricking sunburnt during the kayaking days on the scalp and I couldn't comb my hair each time I tried cause my scalp would hurt like shit and I couldn't help yelping in pain. As such, my hair ended up like BOOMZ and tangled. I think I need to thank Ahbu (our instructor) for being such an awesome instructor cause without her, I think I would have gained less from OBS. I was dam !@#% when she refused to take me out for kayaking on day 3. But now I know why. Cause if I had arrived to Camp 1 on speed boat, I would not have experienced the similar sense of relief, satisfaction & exhilaration as compared to arriving there via kayaking. Also have to thank Sriram & Bryan being my kayaking partners doing the 2 days & putting up with someone like me who gets really bad seasickness.

I think I've gained more determination, which I would apply to life, especially to my setbacks. & I've learnt not to give up easily and always be up for challenges. I can't believe I'm saying this but, I'm really glad to have attended OBS. As they say "There's always something to bring home from OBS!", I think it's fricking true cause I've brought home ounces of courage, determination & satisfaction & I feel that I have emerged much more stronger a person.

MARCO POLO! (:

26th October - 30th October 2009.

I could do with a break, from all this hell around me.

I think I'm going insane soon. Going to school is a chore, even coming home is one too. I'm not being some problematic emo gothic teenager but, my parents really don't understand me. I'm beginning to feel that I'm drifting away from them, or the other way around maybe. I have to do things I don't want to to please my dad. & when things don't turn out right at the end, I get blamed by him, though he was the one that made do what I had been doing. & my Mom must be having a nasty time at work cause everyday - yes fine I understand. When she comes home she won't stop admonishing me for the slightest things, the slightest minute stuff that goes wrong. I'm already trying very hard. I don't think I could take anymore pushing. Sometimes, I wished that I had been closer to my brother when we were growing up, cause if we were, maybe I would be able to confide in him right now. Unfortunately, not only are we the most distant pair of siblings you can find, we are always at loggerheads everytime we see each other.

& school is hell. Reality check of the looming examinations in 18 days. It's time to take the final stand. Goal for now - FILE AND FIND ALL MISSING WORKSHEETS, AND MOST IMPORTANTLY,

THE MISSING GRAPHING CALCULATOR. (1 month and counting, what are the odds?)

I've realised that I've always taken things around me so for granted. Like Mozart Symphony No 40. I think many take its beauty for granted too, appreciating only its first phrase or so & then exclaim "oh that mozart song very famous one". But how many have actually completed hearing at least one movement? I'm guilty for the above statement.



beri good i swear. i liekz.

I'm sorry if you find it funny, because I don't.

Why do some people just don't know when to stop?

Have no idea why, but I'm abit touchy these days. Fell asleep on the sofa, upright, while reading up for IH essay, for 3 whole hours. Seriously, thank God the laptop didn't crash onto the floor or something. Like lol seriously, how can someone fall asleep with a burning-hot laptop resting on the bare thighs, and propped upright??? Need. To. Stop. Sleeping.

My Dad gave away my dinner to my bro and helped himself to it as well (WTF). SO I HAD TO EAT CUP (not instant) NOODLES, which were absolutely NOT FILLING AT ALL, I swear :/ Now I'm famished like shit & yes, usually I sleep when hunger pangs kick in after midnight so I won't feel the stomachache. But tonight's a night filled with the company of IH, math and SPIRE (and facebook). And my mom who came home later in the night couldn't be far less understanding yet, scoldscoldscold. I seriously need a break.

& trigo is killer, my brother couldn't even care less to help despite my pleas. No like seriously, everything else is bad enough already. Comeon. I'm so food-deprived but yet I'm still gaining weight. Awesome.

Life is a misery, but I believe it definitely will take a turn for the better after ass week.

raaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrgggggggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.



I think I have a sleeping disorder or something. I'm really really wasted. It's like an every-second thing where my energy ebbs away with the clock's ticking. I can't hold on anymore. I think school is really stressful, sometimes I wish I didn't come over. Watched Mrs Cheong's farewell video on Youtube- entire SN singing heartily to IJ Spirit. Though last year wasn't exactly the best, I miss being an IJ girl so much, I miss being in a school that's more like a family, then an instituition. What would it be like, if I were still in SN?

I went to an uncle's (mom's dad's bro's son) wedding today. So cool to get married on such a meaningful date like 20092009 :) & shamefully, but true, it was the first time I wore a dress (with the exception of choir gowns) for as long as I can remember the last time had been. Should replace my entire wardrobe and get a makeover like now. I think this is what they call, growing up & out of kiddy clothes perhaps.

School now is like all conked up and crappppppyyy. EOYs in 4 weeks time, trigo test in 4 days time. Have to gear up for mugggggginggggggg. I totally am so unprepared I need a breather badly.

Rahhhh I miss SN so much I think I need to jump now.

Distinction,
I told myself that was what I was aiming for.

But not surprisingly, I'm a little disappointed. Stupid la.

Okay shit I sound a little bit like _______.

I'mma tell myself I'll aim higher the next time.