Today I have decided.
To rot at home. (Y)

Thank You.
I know you are here.

Though the road may seem bleak,
And the path is uncertain.
I go forth into the shadows,
Without a tinge of fear.
For I know with all my heart,
That God has prepared the way ahead.

Lord, I NEED you.

THE FOURTEEN DAY CHALLENGE.

I challenge you, Joel.

14 days.
Except emails.
And LMS.

Show it.
Your willpower.

People

Bloody. I actually miss school.

It' been a week since I had my last lesson in a school uniform.

And bloody heck, I miss it.

Even though you go through shitty routines everyday for 9 months in a year.

Even though you slogged your guts out to train for a medal.

Even though you had sleepless nights over project work.

Even though you met sloots not-so-awesome people.

Even though you had a modular math test every 3 weeks or so.

Even though you had 5 hours of econs EVERY MONDAY.

Even though you sacrificed leisure for homework.

Even though you climbed the fricking long stairs to get to the lesson venue every hour.

Even though you pissed your pants.

Or when there's no more toilet paper.

You see your friends everyday for 9 months in the year

You fostered a brotherhood lasting a lifetime.

You got to stone together with your PW mates at McDonald's on the pretext of brainstorming.

You met really awesome people as well.

You poked fun at each other's failure, subconsciously encouraging each other in the process. 

You spent a good 5 hours together in dreamland. That, or laughing at other people doing so.

You stood together in punishment 

You... lost weight.

You....... what!?

You sat on the toilet bowl bare naked. And suddenly, a flurry of wet toilet tissues come raining down on you.

No matter the case, people were always there to laugh with you AND at you. All in good fun (:

The cheenah man inside all of us.

Sleep.
It replenishes our bodies with energy.
It keeps our mind away from worries.
It  is a medium in which we dream.
And yet, we often choose to forgo such.

DCBUC  Merit

not too shabby. except econs.

Relationships!!??

*Yawnxzxzx*
Meh.

Fanboyism

Dissidia Duodecim: Final Fantasy

Horrey Schmoke!  Lightning as a playable character. SECKS.

why not put yun fang too?

HUUUUUUUURGGGGGGGGGGgggg......

PAPER BAG PL0X!!!!!!

*breatheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee*

dammit.

age doesn't seem to take its toll on you.

(:

Whenever I look at you,

I feel pity.

I feel disgust.I thought actions speak louder than words.
But apparently, your mind is just too thick.
Go on, keep living in your self-denial.
You do not and never had a place in my heart.


And, its 4th of September.
NO TIME!!!


Shall just mug my way to the finish (:
Bye internet.

Even though I feel screwed for bio tmr,
I won't give in yet.
No.
One hour more then I'll sleep.

A generation of criticism.
Scrutinizing every little detail.
Every little flaw.

When would we be satisfied then?

The biggest smile (:
I hope I'll find you soon.

You know.
Its just so damn easy to fall.
And to get up, you need even more effort.

I have about a hundred days left to 'A's.
Honestly, I have doubts.

Getting only Es (and below) for Econs is not a good sign.
A whole mountain of Bio notes to memorise.
Chem and Math have been stagnant for quite awhile.
GP.... Arg.

However, I believe He will provide me with the sufficient strength to pull through.
Like how he has always been there for me, I trust in him.
I'm gonna give it my best shot.
And the rest is up to him, really.

He has helped me so many times.
But these past two years,
I..... chose not to depend.

So right now.
It starts now.
If I do well, then thank God.
If I don't do well, I will still praise him.

His will is for the better.

Hi, my name is Joel.
I'm told that I'm special.
So are 6,799,999,999 other people.
Does that still make me special?

World Cup is robbing me of sleep :/

The light at the end of the tunnel seems to grow dimmer.

Time to hop onto the last train.

holey moley. Overload much?

ROFLSMMTUAFIMC.

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You know,

I'd rather find out more about myself.

Than to delve into another person's heart.

For now.

The importance of communication.

Essential.

I guess the reason for who I am today

Is because of circumstances of yesterday.

And this will carry on to tomorrow.

Unless I start today.

Starting tmr.

My books beckon.

And it'll haunt us.

For a long period of time.

2nd place.

Factor in all we've been through,

I'd say it isn't worth anything.

blah blah blah.

eight to one.

But that is nothing compared to expectations.

We can play better than that.

We must.

Semis.

Let's focus.

what happens next?

The second coming

Complacency set into our hearts.

No matter how well we played,

No one remembers.

Only the scoreline matters.

The second hurdle had crashed to the ground.

Haven't we had this oh so often?

Contributing nothing is on par with losing.

No.

I will continue to give my best.

He knows his stuff.

I'll just give my all.

The third hurdle has been cleared.

Target: 3

Zero personal glory.

That was all he got.

That was all he had.

This however was only the first hurdle.

His team had beaten their opponents.

There once was a boy.

He looked up in the sky.

It was routine.

Nobody approached him.

Nothing special came along the way.

Imagination was his best friend.

One day as he was staring into nothingness,

He heard some kids in a basement.

Curious and with nothing on hand,

He went to take a peek.

What he saw did not amaze him.

However, it was an unfamiliar sight.

The boy looked up,

but only rain clouds greeted him.

He had to take shelter.

Amongst the crowd,

He caught a glimpse of his brother.

He enquired and decided to try something new.

What he experienced next fascinated him.

This unusual thing.

This unusual sport.

Floorball was its name.

Years after his first encounter,

He decided to pick it up again.

To feel that adrenaline rush.

Just once more.

He met a strange set of people along this process.

They called themselves "floorballers".

Some were great,

Others were not so great.

He wanted to give up.

However, something nudged him to continue.

Months passed.

Acquaintances became friends.

Friends became comrades.

Comrades became brothers.

Motivation skyrocketed.

He knew that he was not athletic by all means.

And so he worked. Like never before.

Preparing to fight the widely feared beast:

'A'Divisions.

(The last page has yet to be filled. What you want it to be is in your hands. Go, boy. Fulfill your potential.)

I believe he is teaching me. About teamwork, complacency and all. Let's see what I do with these lessons (:

ranked 39th in school.

mixed feelings, really.

Thank God anw.

4 more days till our first match.

4 more days to make our presence known.

4 more days till fear is instilled.

4 more days till we destroy.

Destroyers.

Who are we?

We are YJfloorball.

Finally, a group of friends (:

God
Floorball






do homework during lectures/breaks

And thats what's on my mind right now.

GP: D
B: D
C: D
M: B
E: E


First and foremost.
THANK GOD.
Seriously, it isn't well done.
But it could have been worse.
Much worse.
(Woah just checked my percentiles. Not bad. Though its nth to be proud of.)

And hey, I didnt fail anth.
Anywho, I'm more motivated to study.
Somewhat.

Reaction Kinetics next week.
Seems easy enough.
Full marks, here I come :D
(Okay wait. 'A' Divs are round the corner.)
I'll try.

Friendly tmr.
Let's hope I score from half-court :D

Block tests were fine.
I should be able to keep my 4H2s.
Should be.

I'll leave that to him up there ;P


Anw, how's it hanging people?
I just realised hw much more I can be.
Block tests are out of the way now.
'A' Divs.
All the way.


We are gonna win.
For our pride.
For history.
For jaw-dropping.


Don't you just hate those eyes looking down upon you?
Eyes filled only with pity and mockery.

God.
Studies.
Floorball.


Only got time for these.
Goodbye lappy.
See you in 2 weeks.

No, my passion for floorball is far from its peak.
It is nothing compared to the past.

But slowly, it breeds.
An exponential increase is brewing.

I'm gonna get into the team
I'm gonna win 'A' Div 1st.
Together with my team.
my brothers.

Affirmation:
You are the best damn floorballer there is in YJ.
Your defence is concrete.
You are the best.
Now go.
Out there to prove it.

melodies of life

Remember the old days?
Well, it is long past.
No one can fully relive it.
It remains a memory.

On a side note,
kids are irritating.
especially boys.
Tch, I was never that spolit.

Hearing only what you tell me.
Knowing only what I hear.

I'm here.

Im gonna be a floorball doggg.

My eyes are bloody tired.
And I realised that chem teachers are asses.
Most of them anw.

Arg.
Training tmr.
Bother.

Freaking stalkers.

EmoMomo owns you (:

You

Sexy

Thing

I looked through my contact list.
Only to close it.
Sigh.

Assumptions.
Though the video be abit crude.


but still.
don't we all assume things?
well, it always ends in a bad way.
or... a good laugh at least.

f.
and i thought you had tact.
dammit.
who can i trust.

I wonder.

Math lessons

(Plugs in my handphone charger. Ms Chong walks over.)

Me: Ms Chong, careful ar. My handphone-charger's wire.

Ms Chong: Wah, why so concern for me? Showing care and concern won't help you get out of not finishing your homework.

(looks at her with a straight face.)

Me: Err... no. I'm scared my handphone drops.

Updwate.

Ole:

2W 0D 0L

(:
keep it up.

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Simple thoughts over the week:

-If you love something do something about it.

-Homework, tough as it is (okay, maybe im just being lazy...), can actually bring about a sense of satisfaction upon completion.

-Time to bring back the ol' movement from 2007. seriously.

-tumblr is a growing trend.

-I have yet to start revising.

-Clinging on to something that cannot give you what you seek is just, stupid. and retarded.

-Floorball passion +1

-Dog tired. much.

-Not what you remember, but what you forget.
-Not how high you climb, but how low you bow.

We're in 2010. damn.

hello readers.

moody? hardly, my dear.
Is staring into absolute blank space a crime?
Geez.
The things y'all assume.
Butterflies do have scary patterns,
but they are just... butterflies afterall.



Arg.
School's been a bother this week.
Tests, tests and more tests.
Damn.
Despite all these though,
I am coping well.
Somehow.
Okay, except for that chem test.


Blah blah blah.
Im fluffed.
(:

Training today.
Div 4 match on Sunday.
Training on Monday.
Training at least three times a week these few months.

Die.

Half of me wants to do this.
Half of me just wants to slack.

:/

So damned draining.
Sigh.

I had no idea that such great impact had been made.
I lied.
I didn't want anyone to know.
But not for reasons you thought.
Rather, I wanted to kill those feelings.

And I'm sorry.
I know it has been more than half a year already.
But I...

No. No more Is.

Its you.
Its us.

There were misunderstandings between us.
The day that you told us on the train,
I had haboured feelings before.

I felt obliged.
You were and are a good person.
I'd thought i got it in control.
I thought.

But winds blew in the opposite direction.
And things started to go,
downhill.

I am very thankful for 19th may.
Where everything just.
stopped.
Or, for me at least.
I only hope it was the same for you.

Once again,
I am truly sorry.