Paint You By Numbers

Hello! I popped off the surface of the Earth again, I know. First off, I’d like to blame school life, for being so hectic, and also procrastination, my ever loyal friend, and who can forget laziness, who practically lives in my bones and feeds on my motivation.

Playing the blame game aside, let me just tell you a few things that have happened in my life, because really, what else is there to say here?

Two Fridays ago, I went to Penang for an orthodontic appointment. I’d hoped this would be the appointment in which I finally get to take off my braces since the orthodontist last told me that I should be able to get them off by June and it was already the second last day of June but no, I’m still a braceface and not only that, I have to resume wearing rubber bands on my brace hooks again.

After that, we went shopping at Queensbay Mall and this was what I got:

How to Louis Tomlinson

On the 2nd of July, I had my seventh grade violin exam and let’s be real, it’s not something I really want to talk about so just know that it was something which I was glad was over. I came out of the room feeling like a thousand years of burden had been lifted off my shoulders, and I thought, well, I sure as heck ain’t ever going near the violin again!

And then irony took a stroll through my life and one fine Thursday afternoon, I started to search for One Direction music sheets online…and soon I was printing all of their songs’ music sheets and I have not stopped practising all of them since then until now. Ironic isn’t it, that I found myself playing the violin more after exams than I did for the exams. I love playing the violin, I really do, despite all my whines and complaints and my sworn hatred towards it since last year. I only hated it – refused, even to pick it up and play it because ever since I started learning the violin since I was 11, the only things I played were exam pieces and scales for the exams. Over the years, I just got really fed up and decided I wasn’t going to go near it anymore. My life was already exam-oriented as it was, I didn’t need another exam to surround my life. It was like utilising a favoured item to break yourself apart, and I didn’t need anymore cracks on my glass walls.

The constant nagging thought of violin exam results aside, I recently did a cover of One Thing by (who else?) One Direction and here ya go if you’re not worried about scathing your own eardrums or something:


Just last night, I went to Pacific for stationery shopping and long story short, I found the One Direction Up All Night Live Tour DVD. That’s it, that’s all I’m going to say about it. That is it.

I sincerely apologise to anyone who really couldn’t care less about One Direction because it seems to be the only thing I can blog/tweet/talk about these days but before you start going on a hating spree, do know that they have made me very happy during these otherwise mundane and depressing months so…I don’t know. Maybe you care, maybe you don’t. I like platypuses.


I stand here alone now, in the cyberworld, isolated in this barren land where everyone is studying and I’m wasting my life away on the Internet. Damn you Hermes who invented the Internet. So I suppose I’m not going to please my parents and friends and teachers and myself when my results come out.


`An Excerpt: Form Three! What to do?

So thanks to Dylan Lim, a fellow NSCFL camper, he has added me to the list of contributors of the NSCFL blog. I would like to share my submission here, specifically addressed to all my fellow students.

So this is me expressing my opinions, mainly directed to tweens my age. And I’m sure everyone was or will be a Form Three student, or what my friends like to call ‘The Year of Hell’. Who wouldn’t be scared? I’m terrified, because I’m worried I wouldn’t be able to exceed everyone’s expectations. Through everyone’s eyes, I’m the top student who would be most likely to score straight As in any exam. The peer pressure of wanting to get excellent results in PMR is enough to bring down my whole house.

I know, it’s only the first day of school and I’m starting to gripe like a know-it-all, but I can imagine the difficult path already laid out in front of me. School, tuition, books, and more tuition. And I also know most seniors would say PMR is a piece of cake, which I get as rebukes very often, but the P to the M to the R feels like this huge time bomb that would drop on me if I don’t succeed well enough. Typical me might be bent over books and notes studying all night and day like a crazed kid that would think the world is going to end if I don’t get straight As.

But I still feel that way, only less now that I realise getting straight As in PMR, or any public exam at all isn’t the main goal in life. Everything is in God’s hands, His decisions to make, and whatever he decides, I won’t try to disobey. Of course, I will still feel like an epic failure if I fail, but at least I still know that God is watching, and still loves me as of how I love Him as well.

In the end, it all comes down to God’s love for all, whether you get 8As or 1A or none at all. We’re still equal human beings. Acing an exam doesn’t give us a crown or halo to glorify our success.

So, fellow Form Three students out there, let’s not get too pressurised over this PMR, kay? The world doesn’t revolve around it, and neither should our lives. Even though school life is about exams all the time.

God Bless, everyone, and have a happy new year. ❤