The nice and relaxing cross-country activity was no mere leisure for the guy who really wants to become stronger. I could never take things easy nowadays. Perhaps I worked so hard that I bought my lunch at Long John's and forgot my wallet there. Luckily it was found by my juniors who also happened to be having lunch there.
A nasty 3.2km road run in Admiralty Park was indeed breathtaking. I did sprint a lot. If, and IF, I took part in the competitive run, I could have gotten that medal... Probably could have went like this: "B-boys... in first position... Alvin Yeo from Yellow House!" Too bad my O Level Mother Tongue took over my courage to sign up...
I personally estimate I sprinted at least two-third of the track which is about 2.13km. That might have been my best record so far. However guess what? My sprint is more of swift striding than small, nimble steps. To me striding is less energy-consuming. But then it looks stupid... At least I strode and was ahead of the two houses who were dispatched before my house.
I broke my limit. This means I endured against my asthma attack. Of course it hurt. During the run, I thought of that asthma attack as "a hardheaded obstacle against victory".
Yes I know a lot of my friends were and are concerned that I might die from an asthma attack. They were dead worried that I get myself killed, but I promised them that I wouldn't push myself too much. My parents, friends, Mr. Taufiq and many others. Those who warned me to be aware of my limits and never push myself too hard, I did for the former, not the latter. I am still alive and well. So don't worry too much about me. :)
May 27, 2011
May 25, 2011
Oh Dear...
I failed a total of 5 subjects... Chinese, Add Maths, Physics, Chemistry and Combined Humanities. That hurts real bad in my heart.
Firstly, for Add Maths, mostly the teacher's fault. You can't blame me for failing; she's the one who brought us down. Guess what? During pre-examination period, she didn't come to school to revise. She was absent. The class, for two entire periods, were taken over by a teacher who gave us only ONE WORKSHEET. The standard might be that of a Primary 6's. On the actual, the standard was way higher. Fancy this: We had to solve a matrix with two unknowns as the solved answer, then differentiate it to find the relationship of the unknown to the question. Basically, the teacher who prepared the exam paper expected mathematicians of the 12th century to be resurrected and battle her legion of algebraic expressions and differentiations.
Next is combined humanities. This really left me utterly hopeless, for the fact that I scored 2 out of 25 for one essay. This still left me with an F9. Let's see... The marker, my Literature teacher Mr Chua, commented this:
"Your entire essay made no sense. It has no link to the question. You need to provide more relevant answers. You also need to be more expressive and engaged to the text. During the extra lessons on the June Holidays, SEE ME!"
I'm so dead... ...
Finally, for my Mother Tongue, the official 'O' Level examinations is only 5 days from now. Sloth and pride can penalize me and ruin my life. I really, really have to cramp up o Mother Tongue, whether it is hardcore or sleep-reducing. My pride as well as my parents' are placed on the line here...
I really wish that I could spend time having fun raiding the shopping centers with BX, Ray and Bran... Or maybe chew on those tender juicy fried Original Recipe chicken in KFC... Or play Resident Evil 5 and force Bran into the laser-sight bombs again and again... and again...
Firstly, for Add Maths, mostly the teacher's fault. You can't blame me for failing; she's the one who brought us down. Guess what? During pre-examination period, she didn't come to school to revise. She was absent. The class, for two entire periods, were taken over by a teacher who gave us only ONE WORKSHEET. The standard might be that of a Primary 6's. On the actual, the standard was way higher. Fancy this: We had to solve a matrix with two unknowns as the solved answer, then differentiate it to find the relationship of the unknown to the question. Basically, the teacher who prepared the exam paper expected mathematicians of the 12th century to be resurrected and battle her legion of algebraic expressions and differentiations.
Next is combined humanities. This really left me utterly hopeless, for the fact that I scored 2 out of 25 for one essay. This still left me with an F9. Let's see... The marker, my Literature teacher Mr Chua, commented this:
"Your entire essay made no sense. It has no link to the question. You need to provide more relevant answers. You also need to be more expressive and engaged to the text. During the extra lessons on the June Holidays, SEE ME!"
I'm so dead... ...
Finally, for my Mother Tongue, the official 'O' Level examinations is only 5 days from now. Sloth and pride can penalize me and ruin my life. I really, really have to cramp up o Mother Tongue, whether it is hardcore or sleep-reducing. My pride as well as my parents' are placed on the line here...
I really wish that I could spend time having fun raiding the shopping centers with BX, Ray and Bran... Or maybe chew on those tender juicy fried Original Recipe chicken in KFC... Or play Resident Evil 5 and force Bran into the laser-sight bombs again and again... and again...
May 23, 2011
Dream
I have to say that all my dreams are... weird. Even that I had that night. Might be, might be not. I've got this somewhere before... It might have been deja vu, yet maybe it could be how my life could have ended if I was different from now... like maybe, an "alternate realm"?
It went like this: Unlike the current me who has a slight(major) attitude guy and appears to be a real asshole among some friends, the 'me' in that dream was a rather nice and more devoted guy. I was with a group of people I don't really know, except a girl from my class whom I don't have feelings for, though some people in class claimed that she DOES have feelings for me.
Anyways, the all of us were in some kind of expedition team in a slum. There were kind folks, but round most of them were dead bodies of poor people who had wounds all over them. While folks were kind, they were desolate too. They were in need of help as if they suffered the two natural disasters which struck Japan before, as well as attacked by werewolves.
In this expedition team, I was assigned as one of those not-so-important position such as paramedics and bodyguards. Then that girl was assigned the leader... If my conscience were clear in that dream, of course I would show that attitude of disagreement; that sass in me. Odd enough, I didn't. Rather this leaves me thinking how the hell am I so devoted to the task I was assigned? I went to the extent of giving up my own ration to my mates.
I was then assigned by my 'leader' to recon the shopping center which had fallen into breadcrumb-ruins. I scouted the area, found exquisite and expired local specialties. I saw games that fit on Gameboy Color. I found things I should have never found (beauty magazines with hot chicks on front cover). The candelabras in the shopping center fell on the floor and messed the view, so much that Death the Kid will surely puke blood to un-death at one glance of it. Sadly enough, I only brought back some alien brand of canned food for the broken family and cans of beer for those ugly old vagrants. (O-M-G)
Then I went to my 'leader' to report of the spoils, as well as no hostility on sight. Apparently, she was tired but still continued to work on the expedition. I stepped down my post and volunteered to venture the run for her. Boy that was not like me, but still... I went deep into a huge fissure on that traffic junction... Found some ET-like tough guys... Took care of them... Then gave some report to some weird guy down the other side of a street.
In the end, some guy from the expedition, another 'not-so important guy' of the team, but is someone not from my class and I don't even know the name of, came to me and laughed, "Surely you got the hots for her, don't you?" I retorted curiously, "Why the hell would I fall for that... girl?"
After that, some weird 'Grand Theft Auto'-themed incidents regarding motorbikes charging on me and me kicking their motor-asses one-by-one happened until that strange dream subsided.
Whew, I broke in some cold sweat, for I've never kicked asses with such awesomeness before, in my entire life. Even KOF series have their limits... Another thing I don't really know whether to worry about or not: the fact that I might have a very, very slight crush over another girl, who is not... that girl whom I pledged myself to...
It went like this: Unlike the current me who has a slight(major) attitude guy and appears to be a real asshole among some friends, the 'me' in that dream was a rather nice and more devoted guy. I was with a group of people I don't really know, except a girl from my class whom I don't have feelings for, though some people in class claimed that she DOES have feelings for me.
Anyways, the all of us were in some kind of expedition team in a slum. There were kind folks, but round most of them were dead bodies of poor people who had wounds all over them. While folks were kind, they were desolate too. They were in need of help as if they suffered the two natural disasters which struck Japan before, as well as attacked by werewolves.
In this expedition team, I was assigned as one of those not-so-important position such as paramedics and bodyguards. Then that girl was assigned the leader... If my conscience were clear in that dream, of course I would show that attitude of disagreement; that sass in me. Odd enough, I didn't. Rather this leaves me thinking how the hell am I so devoted to the task I was assigned? I went to the extent of giving up my own ration to my mates.
I was then assigned by my 'leader' to recon the shopping center which had fallen into breadcrumb-ruins. I scouted the area, found exquisite and expired local specialties. I saw games that fit on Gameboy Color. I found things I should have never found (beauty magazines with hot chicks on front cover). The candelabras in the shopping center fell on the floor and messed the view, so much that Death the Kid will surely puke blood to un-death at one glance of it. Sadly enough, I only brought back some alien brand of canned food for the broken family and cans of beer for those ugly old vagrants. (O-M-G)
Then I went to my 'leader' to report of the spoils, as well as no hostility on sight. Apparently, she was tired but still continued to work on the expedition. I stepped down my post and volunteered to venture the run for her. Boy that was not like me, but still... I went deep into a huge fissure on that traffic junction... Found some ET-like tough guys... Took care of them... Then gave some report to some weird guy down the other side of a street.
In the end, some guy from the expedition, another 'not-so important guy' of the team, but is someone not from my class and I don't even know the name of, came to me and laughed, "Surely you got the hots for her, don't you?" I retorted curiously, "Why the hell would I fall for that... girl?"
After that, some weird 'Grand Theft Auto'-themed incidents regarding motorbikes charging on me and me kicking their motor-asses one-by-one happened until that strange dream subsided.
Whew, I broke in some cold sweat, for I've never kicked asses with such awesomeness before, in my entire life. Even KOF series have their limits... Another thing I don't really know whether to worry about or not: the fact that I might have a very, very slight crush over another girl, who is not... that girl whom I pledged myself to...
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)