Female. 17. Someone who needs this blog because - I don't always say what I mean and I don't always mean what I say. And here I let it all out. Living life and loving it. <3
Monday, January 12, 2009
My eyes are about to fall out of its sockets. If it doesn’t, it feels as if someone punched holes into it and all the liquid is going to leak out. Yes, it hurts that bad.
I’ve been trying to do AMath homework, when I realised I really couldn’t do without panicking because I keep making careless mistakes. Then later on, it was with Chem where I stared at the page at saw words swimming magnificently before me. Aside that, I still have the Scholar CNY celebration thinghy to do which I think was a MISTAKE to put me in charge of it because of my irresponsible attitude and stuff. (quote, Mrs. Yap)
BUT because it seemed like nobody else was going to lift a finger, I was forced to organize stuff together; and even then it was pretty crappy because I didn’t know what exactly to do. I really haven’t done anything this major before lo... And I suck at it. Really...
Then about the NYP report of which I was put in charge of because I didn’t trust the PRC scholars in my group to write it due to the fact that they have done absolutely nothing to contribute. Okay, I concur they took some photos for the genetic research thing, but it turned out looking like a horror freak show, so much so we were afraid we would scare users away with the pictures alone.
And there wasn’t really much they could do considering they didn’t know much about javascript and once Mr. Lawrence opened his mouth to explain, they would scramble through their bag for the elect dict to check every other word. Which pretty much stops any semblence of productivity.
Bah.
I really can’t sleep early, despite my aching eyes because I keep worrying about my AMath, which I really feel like I’m falling behind; and my Chem which I feel I can’t exactly get. Though, pastor ? actually said that people spent most of their time worrying unnecessarily... He was like, “Most people’s stress come from worry about what people think of them. The thing is, other people rarely think of them, if anything, they themselves are worrying of what YOU think of them.”
It was so true. But I really can’t help worrying. When I don’t worry, it kinda feels like I’m not doing anything useful... Positive stress, perhaps?
(goes off to ponder writing mc script for ZD)
11:05 PM
Monday, January 12, 2009
My eyes are about to fall out of its sockets. If it doesn’t, it feels as if someone punched holes into it and all the liquid is going to leak out. Yes, it hurts that bad.
I’ve been trying to do AMath homework, when I realised I really couldn’t do without panicking because I keep making careless mistakes. Then later on, it was with Chem where I stared at the page at saw words swimming magnificently before me. Aside that, I still have the Scholar CNY celebration thinghy to do which I think was a MISTAKE to put me in charge of it because of my irresponsible attitude and stuff. (quote, Mrs. Yap)
BUT because it seemed like nobody else was going to lift a finger, I was forced to organize stuff together; and even then it was pretty crappy because I didn’t know what exactly to do. I really haven’t done anything this major before lo... And I suck at it. Really...
Then about the NYP report of which I was put in charge of because I didn’t trust the PRC scholars in my group to write it due to the fact that they have done absolutely nothing to contribute. Okay, I concur they took some photos for the genetic research thing, but it turned out looking like a horror freak show, so much so we were afraid we would scare users away with the pictures alone.
And there wasn’t really much they could do considering they didn’t know much about javascript and once Mr. Lawrence opened his mouth to explain, they would scramble through their bag for the elect dict to check every other word. Which pretty much stops any semblence of productivity.
Bah.
I really can’t sleep early, despite my aching eyes because I keep worrying about my AMath, which I really feel like I’m falling behind; and my Chem which I feel I can’t exactly get. Though, pastor ? actually said that people spent most of their time worrying unnecessarily... He was like, “Most people’s stress come from worry about what people think of them. The thing is, other people rarely think of them, if anything, they themselves are worrying of what YOU think of them.”
It was so true. But I really can’t help worrying. When I don’t worry, it kinda feels like I’m not doing anything useful... Positive stress, perhaps?