This blog is a documentary of my life. Although it may not be all glam and great, but I have my fun times too. And I would like to share it with you guys! The lessons I've learnt, the experiences I've had, and the life I've led. Stay if you want to know more about me! ❀◕ ‿ ◕❀

: sheryl, 16, 20.03.97, singaporean.
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"Nostalgia is a side effect of dying." - The Fault in Our Stars (John Green)

• City of Shopping
• Holiday Adventures
• New Year Resolutions
• Ninja Mass Outing
• The Timekeeper
• "Aussie Roadtrip"
• Ninja Mass Dinner + MS Farewell
• Red Camp 10
• Miss Cambridge 2013: My First & Last Prom
• New Beginnings: The End of Os

Today was a very big day for all 16 year old students here in Singapore.
Every year, a day like this decides a teenager's future.
Whether they soar on to the next education level, or they crash directly to the ground. 
Whether they like it or not, this is Singapore's way of testing their "intelligence". 
It was the release of the GCE O level results.

Dressing in my school uniform for the last time, I could feel my heart pressing against my chest, threatening to burst through the fragile body holding me altogether. Pushing the negative thoughts back into the furthest corners of my head, I put on my torn and tattered greyish white school shoes and tightened the shoelaces on them. Jittery and queasy, I headed out of the door.

I was back in school, seeing all the familiar faces once again, but didn't say a word. 
Reaching out to them, I pulled them into a hug and hoped that I could pass on some strength to them.
Meeting their tear-filled eyes, they all spoke silently to me, all conveying the same message, "I'm scared."

White knuckles, tightly cleached fists, bitten lips.
Once in a while, there was cheers as response to the principal's speech.
But soon enough, it fell silent. 

Being one of the last few register numbers in the class, the waiting was hard to bear. 
Looking to the front of the class, there was tears, screams, and smiles. 
Clearing the tears from my eyes, I remained strangely calm until my turn to collect my results. 

"Why Amath only B3?" My form teacher said to me.
"REALLY?!" I gasped and broke out into a wide smile.
I have never passed Amath in the two years I've taken this torturous subject.
I remember even debating if I should not attend the paper for the fear that it would leave a stain on my results slip. But there it was, I did it.
Taking the results certificate from my teacher, I stood up and stared holes into that piece of paper, not really registering anything.
My chemistry teacher came up to me and said "No use staring, open up the form and they'll tell you your points." 

So I walked to the back of the hall, and started to tear the sealed form. (hell it was irritating and hard to tear) 
Taking a deep breath, I opened the form. 
What I felt, differs from person to person. 
There were some that were jumping for joy, some who couldn't believe their eyes.
And there were some that faces fell, along with their tears.
Honestly, I was neither. I didn't feel much. 
I don't know if that's a good thing, but I am relieved that the day is over.


Actually, there is no doing badly or doing well.
How well a person fares is actually up to his or her own expectations. 
For those who feel disappointed in themselves, you should ask yourselves, have you done your best? If you have, then I want to say I am so proud of you.
If you haven't, then there's no use crying over spilled milk.
Stop drowning in self-pity, and start finding out where you went wrong.

Nevertheless, intelligence isn't just grades.
It's knowledge, skills, and it isn't a measure of a person's life.

Now, its time for everyone to make their life decisions.
Wherever all my friends decide to go, I hope everyone continues to make new dreams and live them out. All the best, amigos.
 

Today was a very big day for all 16 year old students here in Singapore.
Every year, a day like this decides a teenager's future.
Whether they soar on to the next education level, or they crash directly to the ground. 
Whether they like it or not, this is Singapore's way of testing their "intelligence". 
It was the release of the GCE O level results.

Dressing in my school uniform for the last time, I could feel my heart pressing against my chest, threatening to burst through the fragile body holding me altogether. Pushing the negative thoughts back into the furthest corners of my head, I put on my torn and tattered greyish white school shoes and tightened the shoelaces on them. Jittery and queasy, I headed out of the door.

I was back in school, seeing all the familiar faces once again, but didn't say a word. 
Reaching out to them, I pulled them into a hug and hoped that I could pass on some strength to them.
Meeting their tear-filled eyes, they all spoke silently to me, all conveying the same message, "I'm scared."

White knuckles, tightly cleached fists, bitten lips.
Once in a while, there was cheers as response to the principal's speech.
But soon enough, it fell silent. 

Being one of the last few register numbers in the class, the waiting was hard to bear. 
Looking to the front of the class, there was tears, screams, and smiles. 
Clearing the tears from my eyes, I remained strangely calm until my turn to collect my results. 

"Why Amath only B3?" My form teacher said to me.
"REALLY?!" I gasped and broke out into a wide smile.
I have never passed Amath in the two years I've taken this torturous subject.
I remember even debating if I should not attend the paper for the fear that it would leave a stain on my results slip. But there it was, I did it.
Taking the results certificate from my teacher, I stood up and stared holes into that piece of paper, not really registering anything.
My chemistry teacher came up to me and said "No use staring, open up the form and they'll tell you your points." 

So I walked to the back of the hall, and started to tear the sealed form. (hell it was irritating and hard to tear) 
Taking a deep breath, I opened the form. 
What I felt, differs from person to person. 
There were some that were jumping for joy, some who couldn't believe their eyes.
And there were some that faces fell, along with their tears.
Honestly, I was neither. I didn't feel much. 
I don't know if that's a good thing, but I am relieved that the day is over.


Actually, there is no doing badly or doing well.
How well a person fares is actually up to his or her own expectations. 
For those who feel disappointed in themselves, you should ask yourselves, have you done your best? If you have, then I want to say I am so proud of you.
If you haven't, then there's no use crying over spilled milk.
Stop drowning in self-pity, and start finding out where you went wrong.

Nevertheless, intelligence isn't just grades.
It's knowledge, skills, and it isn't a measure of a person's life.

Now, its time for everyone to make their life decisions.
Wherever all my friends decide to go, I hope everyone continues to make new dreams and live them out. All the best, amigos.