Bombshell

According to SEAB:

(http://www.seab.gov.sg/SEAB/examsCalendar/examResults.html)

The date of release of the 2009 GCE A-Level Examination results has tentatively been scheduled to fall within the period between
5 March and 9 March 2010.

Why bring this up after abstaining from the issue for almost a month? Well, let’s just say my brother finally gave in and made me have a reading. (tarot cards)

I mean he always did. Be it for my ‘O’s, or for my mid terms, finals or prelims, I knew it was sooner or later that he will ask to take my reading for my ‘A’s. And tonight, he did.

It was insightful.

Grammar

Euphoriajay.

Did I ever explain my online nick? Well, I mean it’s easy enough to understand. Euphoria isn’t exactly a big word. But I guess it never did occur to me that my nick was grammatically wrong. Until now that is. Well, technically, it’s fine by me, but getting into the mechanics, it isn’t exactly what I was going for. For those who got lost at “grammatically wrong”, perhaps an example would suffice.

According to dictionary.reference.com:

euphoria

–noun Psychology.

a feeling of happiness, confidence, or well-being sometimes exaggerated in pathological states as mania.

So what exactly is wrong you may ask?

NOUN.

Precisely that. Euphoria is a noun. Thus, in terms of feeling frustrated and irritated, euphoriajay becomes angerjay. Now do you get what I’m getting at? Euphoriajay would then mean: make jay extremely happy. Although I should point out that anger in this context behaves as a verb. On the other hand, I can’t say the same for the word euphoria. As far as my knowledge of the English Language goes, euphoria has never been a verb. And in my humble opinion, it isn’t going to be one in the near future. Or even in the far future, farther future, and furthest future. So there you have it.

On closer inspection, my blog title seems rather suspicious too. What do you reckon? Ha.

English aside, my phone died on me yesterday; so to those who are trying to contact me, if there are even any in the first place, please wait patiently till the weekends for me to reply. Mr phone is undergoing surgery.

Till the next time.

And as a bonus, a pretty nice quote I stumbled upon while looking for something inspiring.

A: Look at you. Look at the state of you. You can’t keep burning the candle at both ends you know.

B: It’s my wick and I’ll go out in flames if I want to.

意志力

After almost 2 and a half weeks of  running, I have come to several conclusions.

It takes a hell load of determination to run. Or more aptly, to begin running when my heart had not been subjected to vigorous strain for almost 5 months. And when you begin, there’s always the temptation to give yourself the next day off. And when it’s the next day, you tell yourself the same thing until you realise it’s going to be the end of the week.

And when you do find yourself dragging your reluctant body for your next run, you begin to find all sorts of excuses to get out of it. Is the sun too scorching? Should I bring my bunch of keys or just the key for the front door? What should I wear? Should I go in the evening instead? I don’t like the tar track, should I scout for somewhere new?

And after I miraculously go through this seemingly endless list of questions, I’ll had just dismiss the whole idea altogether and decide to go the next day. Even when I’m on the track, I find myself in an eternal monologue…

I think I’m passing out. I shan’t run anymore after this round. The sun is getting too hot. I need a water break. Is this the fourth round? Or is this the third? It must be the fourth because I’m so god damn tired. Why am I putting myself through this?! I’m only enlisting in April! But if I don’t start now, when am I gonna start? My spectacles are killing me. These shoes are so uncomfortable.

So to those budding runners out there, once the idea springs, don’t ask yourself any questions, just get into your running gear and head out and run. It’s easier that way.

I suppose I have to take my hat off to those marathon runners. It take discipline, determination and perseverance to do something like this. But once you get started, it gets easier. And you almost always feel better after the work out.

I know some of you out there may be cussing that I’m a wussy for complaining so much when the track is just around the corner of my house. But let me tell you, the propinquity of it is nothing to be jealous of. It’s a TAR track. T.A.R. The material they use to pave roads! And an uneven one at that. Did I mention people actually walk pass the track to get to the MRT station?! It’s so not conducive for running that more often than not, I’ve had come this close to just opt for running around the jogging track around the playground at the bottom of my HDB flat. The only thing deterring me is that the “track” is made of bricks and clay or whatever material it is and that it’s probably only 50 metres in circumference. The only redeeming point it has is that it’s very much elevated as compared to the track since my HDB block is located on a small hill. What difference does it make? Maybe bio students will be familiar with the term acclimatization to high altitudes.

So that’s it for now. Till next time. Peace. Maybe I’ll take pictures of the track and post it here the next time.

And.

So it seems everyone else is making something out of their time except for  me. Maybe it’s as my mum says, I’m just not ambitious enough. We shall see.

Homeless to Harvard

So I was sitting on the couch today flipping channels, and I eventually stumbled upon this playing on Hallmark.

The show documents how Elizabeth ‘Liz’ Murray, a girl that was born to parents that while were loving, were also drug addicts and HIV-infected. Liz became homeless when she was 15, but eventually through hard work and immense determination, persevered; and was awarded a New York Times Scholarship and was accepted in Harvard. You might wanna google it for a more in depth background.

It IS a truly inspiring story and seeing how she managed to turn her life around with the work that she put in; finishing 4 years’ worth of education in just 2, puts what I’ve done for my ‘A’s to shame. It’s stories like this that make everything else seem so insignificant. Like a speck of dust floating in the air. It makes me wonder what in the world am I doing with my life? When people are doing what they can, what they must, because they have no other way. It just gets me thinking you know. These Zero to Hero stories. The story behind them all. The perspiration, the will, the drive.

I wonder if there will ever come a time in my life when I’ll get so pumped up for something. Enough of this pessimism, I’ll go catch American Idol now on Starworld! Finally.

But come to think of it, isn’t AI also a story of how ordinary people make their dreams come true with their determination and hard work?

Anyway, GO ELLEN! NEW JUDGE!