Music...
The thing that never fails to cheer someone up in their darkest moments. It's been proven that music helps you to de-stress and enjoy yourself at that moment. When you create your own music, creative ideas flow through your mind, coming up with different tunes and beats. When you listen to music, I don't know about you but I think of different dance moves that would go together with the song! Whether it is sad or happy songs, music induces thoughts in your mind. Some songs reflect the thoughts in your mind, which helps you to connect with the song. Basically, it comforts you. It is as if there is someone to listen to your problems. Although if you listen to music too much with earphones or headphones, the number of decibels higher than 90 it can cause extensive damage to the ear. I am guessing that we cannot live a day without music, am I right?  Well find out your favorite singer and your favorite song me jam it today!! :) have fun!
More laters in then next post.

Music...
The thing that never fails to cheer someone up in their darkest moments. It's been proven that music helps you to de-stress and enjoy yourself at that moment. When you create your own music, creative ideas flow through your mind, coming up with different tunes and beats. When you listen to music, I don't know about you but I think of different dance moves that would go together with the song! Whether it is sad or happy songs, music induces thoughts in your mind. Some songs reflect the thoughts in your mind, which helps you to connect with the song. Basically, it comforts you. It is as if there is someone to listen to your problems. Although if you listen to music too much with earphones or headphones, the number of decibels higher than 90 it can cause extensive damage to the ear. I am guessing that we cannot live a day without music, am I right?  Well find out your favorite singer and your favorite song me jam it today!! :) have fun!
More laters in then next post.

A POEM

My poem about my my long lost friend...

"I love you my friend, I had the time of my life with you.
Until the very end, all I had on my mind was you.
I hope one day, I will get to say, how much you have meant to me. 
But until then, while my heart still mends, I guess this is the end.

"No regrets now" as I turn around, but all I feel is pain.
With you is where I have felt the love, but now I walk the walk of shame.
I hope one day, I will get to say, how much I have longed to be.
But until then, while my heart still mends, I guess this is the end.

I guess this is the end, my friend.
I guess this is

The End. "

This is someone's poem i saw and i think it appeals to me very much so i posted it here. :) 
Hope you like it! 

The insights of PSLE and the role it played in my life

PSLE in Singapore is the most dreaded examination for all primary 6 students. Whether they will end up in a neighbourhood school or a “high-class” novelty secondary school is all depended on their performance in this one examination. It is like a crossfire where children are caught in between the menacing parents and teachers on either side. Struggle and stress for those who are not well-prepared, and conceit for those who achieve. Basically, this examination decides whether you are “smart” or “dumb” in life.  One might ask, “Why at this early age? The children are only twelve!” I am sure that this is the question which is running through everyone’s minds. Maybe PSLE is there to strengthen the child’s adversity quotient? Nobody knows the answer for this question yet. PSLE has been around since the 50’s.  Of course, nobody really bothered about scores and grades back then! But now, it has become a significant stature in life. Social status or the more relevant, Facebook popularity comes with how you aced the PSLE !

           So, being the “kiasu” person I am, I started to prepare for this examination early. During what was supposed to be the December holidays of the previous year, I was studying. By the way, you might not understand what I meant by the word “kiasu”. This word belongs to the language Singaporeans invented called, SINGLISH. It is the second identity of a Singaporean to speak singlish. It means, to be ahead of everyone else because you are afraid of failing. Anyways, I bought all the assessment books I could carry from the store. I could barely make it to the bus stop and when I reached, I felt as if I was carrying the entire bus stop on my shoulders. My Mother thinks that practice makes perfect and that’s why she made sure I bought all the books before everyone else did. She wanted me to be the best academically, considering the fact that I had been always on top in studies. I got trophies and medals for the various subjects I did well in the past. She knew that I could not have achieved without practice and forced me to do all the work within the 2 months of “holidays”. It was absolute torture!

          Unlike my friends, I had to work hard during the holidays. Although, it did pay off when I got good remarks from my teachers when they realised that I knew everything before they even started teaching it! Although in other developed countries this kind of behaviour is regarded as Nerdy, in Singapore, it is considered very good. I have not even gotten to the main part of the endeavours of my dreaded year, 2012. I had to hire a tutor because I thought that I needed some assistance nonetheless, as the going got tough. My tutor ended up being my trusted counsellor apart from person who helped me with my studies. She was a good role-model and I aspire to be like her one day. I imbibed some good qualities from her such as responsibility and patience, which I would say without doubt that helped me throughout the year.  I was having some problems with Science,  it was never my strongest subject. I persevered to excel in the subject. I knew that one bad grade in a subject would pull down my overall marks and I worked as hard as I could. Burning the midnight oil, I would sit down and do sample test papers all day, together with the countless sheets of homework I was given at school. I swear I had stress lines on my forehead at the end of this miserable year.

          Finally, all this hard work paid off when I got my PSLE results. It was a nerve wrecking morning.  I started to chew my nails like I usually do when I am anxious. When it was my turn to collect my scores, I was absolutely thrilled! I ran over to my parents and thanked them for guiding me throughout the year. I had gotten 2 A* and 2 A’s! Which is considered quite good by the way. At least I did not get a B for any of my subjects! My tutor, parents and I were so overjoyed that we threw a party the very same day with all my classmates and friends to celebrate the good results we all achieved. This is the story of how hard work does not kill anyone but never fails to reward.

Thank you. 

More laters in the next post! :)