I never came up again.

You make me laugh
You make me cry
You make me smile
You make me sigh
Damn, why do i love you so much?

4 months passed and you slowly drifted away
You are gone but i still feel
4 months gone and we went separate ways
But i hope you would remember me still.

Piece by piece she tore me apart
God i can't repair my broken heart
When she told me goodbye
With that sparkle in her eye
Then i went down down down down down
And i never came up again

(to be continued)

down, out and alone

I took the slams, the pain and all, only to be down again. An opinion-nonchalant person such as me never seemed to take into consideration all the callous and ascerbic remarks that was spewed with no discount. but hey. i'm human after all.

it never mattered, past tense intended, about what others thought of me but i would have reckoned that people whom i trusted, confided in, took solace in, would have more to offer me than the more-than-frequent snides strewn all over my life, even in my shadow. yes, the only companion one truly has for life.

i'm down and out. but more importantly, ironic word choice intended...

i'm alone.

A Refreshing June Holidays

The start of the extremely hectic and unsurprisingly uneventful holidays commenced rather blandly today. Just the thought of the first of 30 days of unleashed fury had put me off as soon as I had gotten up from bed (from a refreshing 14-hour long slumber).

Needless to say, the teachers had released a mountain of homework upon us which even a truckload of geniuses could never aspire to complete, not to mention a single one. (ha. ha. ha) But thus are the complications and obstacles a student would naturally face. I guess one would just have to pull through with gritted teeth and a charming smile.

Indeed, it had been a term full of activities which never failed to provide students with less-than-4-hours-of-sleep-a-day. Still, everyone pulled through, despite sustaining horrible injuries like a panda's eye and the like.

Inevitably, we have to start work. The holidays were never meant for any student to slack off, turn on his PC for 24 hours a day, 7 days a week. Instead, it was meant for those who needed catching up to catch up, those who needed sleep to sleep, and those who needed to prepare for the next semester to prepare. A tad obvious now, that we have got so many things to do; so little time.

A not-so-brief account of what we have to produce for the teachers during the holidays would tell you more:

1 Social Documentary
2 Chinese Project on Chinese Medicine
3 Math Project on Applications of Differentiation
4 Physics Project on the Magship
5 Literature Humour Anthology
6 Literature CRP
7 Literature Term Paper on The Importance Of Being Earnest
8 English Book Club
9 Philosophy Project on Political Theories of State Governance
10 Music Elective Programme Concert Report

Think of 10 as a perfect number? Think again. Following the above list of Projects only, I lead you to the list of Homework:

1 Chinese: 17 Cloze Passages
2 Chinese: 2 Mock Papers
3 Chinese: 1-3 Ying Yong Wen(s)
4 Chinese: 1 Zuo Wen
5 Chinese File Check (meaning corrections)
6 Biology Worksheets: Economic Botany
7 Biology Worksheets: Stem Cell Research
8 Physics Worksheets: Ex 20.1 Practical Electricity
9 Maths: Differentiated Assigment on Application of Differentiation
10 Maths: Supplementary Worksheet: Trigonometry
11 Maths: Supplementary Worksheet: Differentiation
12 Maths: Supplementary Worksheet: Applications of Differentation
13 Social Studies: Practice Essay on Active Citizenry
14 Piano: Exam's nearing so have to spend around 4/5 hours a day practising

Well well well. What a lengthy list!

Good Luck.

Scars heal but they're never gonna go away

It's gonna be a strange post so those out there who won't be comfortable, don't read this.

It's a tad strange how i never seem to be able to be satisfied. Well, partly, thoroughly admitted, I have never been one who is content after reaching his aim. Perhaps, such high personal standards imposed on oneself can never be healthy?

It was the Higher Chinese Mid Year Examinations two Fridays before last. To be blatantly honest, I never thought I would have survived that arduous week. But obviously, I did. That week sure was hell for me; I had never prepared so much for a CHINESE exam after all. (you couldn't blame me, I am almost certain you never had) So predictably, I trudged off to school that Friday with high hopes that I could attain a good grade albeit graced with a touch of anxiety. So, mundane, the exam went, and before I knew it, the 4 hours of frantic scribbling were gone. But the frenzy that it left me lasted what seemed an eternity time could never hope to ravage.

It had kicked-off well, or so I thought. (In retrospect, not very well at all...) The 2 hours spent writing a formal letter as well as a reflection on a newspaper article seemed to go flawlessly. Good phrases were used, time management better than brilliant, and head clearer than one could possibly hope for. However, chinese, not being my niche very unfortunately, had took a toll on an otherwise weary me. When I was faintly aware of the horrendous grade I had acquired for my reflection (upon 70) my heart went more than a little faint. What looked like a 46 scribbled haphazardly on a corner of the page, seemed to strike painful and lasting scars in the conundrums of my heart. Indeed, naysayers may object, and proclaim (with obscene profanities spewed profusely) that my grade is better than good.

But that was pertaining, fortunately, to the composition paper only. Overall, I had achieved a grade of A2 which frankly, is quite decent. So what constituited this horribly bleak (haha) grade? My paper 1 (one cloze passage, 4 compres and 1 summary) got 86/110 which is the highest I have ever achieved in my years at RI so kudos to myself! But the composition papers were a horrible disappointment. I got 12/20 for my ying yong wen and 46, as mentioned earlier, for my reflection. So after complicated mathematical calculations, my overall grade is 72. WHICH, is not bad, admittedly.

Once you experienced failure, pick yourself up, learn and move on. There is no elevator to success, one has to take the stairs- through hard work, sheer determination and an Olympic flame for triumph. Needless to say, I have always survived such gargantuan setbacks and come back with a vigour which surprises most. This time is definitely no exception, to break down this barrier and triumph once more. However, a failure is a failure true. This defeat has taken its toll, and a great one at that. It has scarred me indeed, and true, scars heal, but they never go away. This defeat is nothing to be ashamed about. It carries with it the pride of my labour and soon, victory shall carry it too.

I'm mounting the stairs already.

中四高级华文年中考试

中四高级华文考试今日考完了。我真的是一则以喜，一则以忧。理所当然的，喜的是：考试完了！！！ 但担忧的是：恐怕考试成绩会不理想。

这次的考试是我第一次那么用功复习。我自己也不能相信考完试了。这几天来，我一直拼命的温习华文，背好词好句，想证明给大家，证明给自己，陈盛彦是可以考到A1的！！！ 但考完后，朋友纷纷说试卷很容易，但我却不那么认为。他们走出考场时，都笑得眼睛眯成一条线，使我很没有信心。但我也知道一切都已经过去了，现在只能希望所准备的足够让我考到B3。对了，那就是我现在的目标，希望我会慢慢进步，一直到会考，那时非得考到A1不可。

除了华文考试以外，这几个星期是一段很忙碌的时期。在三个星期内，我得考八个科目。

这个星期就有数学考试。我现在真的是被功课、专题作业、即将来临的考试，压得喘不过气来。数学一向来是我比较强的科目，我万万不能辜负任何人的期望啊！所以这几天都埋头做数学练习题。

最惨的就是物理。这一学段我都在上学时间时出去打球，而大多数的物理课我都没上到。所以现在对物理的理解非常弱。更恐怕的是，下个星期一就是物理大考。天啊，这个周末又不能好好休息了，得拼命复习物理，以免考到不理想的成绩。咳。。。

除了学习上碰到的问题，生活上还遇到种种困难，其一就是下学段是否能够住在学校宿舍里。这个问题，改次才讲吧，现在需要温习数学了。。。

高级华文年中考试

中四高级华文年中考试将来临了。这几天真的很忙，一直温习华文。什么应用文啊、作文啊，都给我很大的麻烦啊！有时候真的很想放弃，但我懂得‘一分耕耘，一分收获’的道理，于是就破釜沉舟，拼了命学华文。

星期五的考试是4个小时的考试。我从没考过一个时间那么长的试啊，希望能应付得来。 2个小时内要写完一篇应用文、一篇作文。另外2个小时要做完一个综合填空，4个阅读理解，1个长文缩短。真是头痛啊！

我最没有把握的就是综合填空, 所以我一直温习词汇，多读华文报纸之类，希望能对我有所帮助。

ok i dunno what to write alr.. tht was just a random post abt my mid years.. haizz... rly hope i cn do well enough.

向友情鞠了一躬

经过一些根据好朋友评语的改进...

有人曾说过：“跟你越亲的人，就会伤你越多”。我不敢否认。

当你情绪低落的时候，她永远会在你身边支持你。但奇怪的是，当你情绪高昂的时候，她又是最能让你感到低落的人。这矛盾的道理，相信是只可意会，不可言传的。到头来，这只会让你满头雾水，不知所措。朋友，亲人，不是因该尽量体谅，尽量支持的吗？

朋友，亲人，可说是我们人生中的支柱。但在援助的过程中，一时的差错，可能毁了一生的友情。我并不怪她；只是，这件事真的让我深省：她到底有没有真正考虑过我的感受。坦白地说，我并不否认平时废话多多的我，有时会使她感到厌烦。但人与人之间的友情难道不能提高对对方的忍耐性吗？

我不知道。也许，答案就在于你手中。