Initially, I wanted a private blog. But then I realised I ask alot of questions that need to answered.
So now, the password rubbish is removed and the people that bother to read, will help me answer :D Yay!

Omg, I found this on wikipedia. Its the Cham Language..
The Cham alphabet is used to write Cham, an Austronesian language spoken by the Cham people in Vietnam and Cambodia. Cham has about 230,000 speakers.
The Cham alphabet is one of the first scripts to develop from the latter southern Brahmi alphabet called Vatteluttu of South India, beginning by 200 AD. Like all the Brahmic family, it is a syllabic alphabet, and is thus classed as an "abugida". It is written horizontally, and left to right, as in English.
The Cham now live in two isolated groups: Western Cham in Cambodia, and Eastern Cham in Vietnam. Each uses a distinct variety of the script, although the former are mostly Muslim and now prefer to use the Arabic alphabet. The latter are mostly Hindu, and still use their own alphabet. During French colonial times, both groups had to use the Latin alphabet.

Am I competitive? Or do I just get jealous easily?
Why is it that everytime someone excels me, I feel this deep sense of failure?
I'm not superficial, I just don't want to ruin some other person's GREAT day by sulking or
making a big fuss out of it.
Yes, I am sincere when I say "That's great! I'm so happy for you." But the feeling that follows just
digs down deep, adding weight to the hills of other past failures and hurts.
I admit, I am afraid of failure.
And I am afraid of people deserting me. But why is it I feel guilty everytime I feel this way?

Lets calculate my L1R5:
English-(Mr juraimy hasn't returned us our scripts)
A math-(I dont know..)
E math-A1
Chemistry-c6
Biology-A1
Egeog+SS-(Should be a B4)
Core lit-F9
Counting the marks I have.. I have already accumalated 12points for 4 subjects!! My gosh..

Today, we had a talk about the various "paths" we can choose to take after our 'O' levels. Mrs Scully distributed a handout regarding the courses offered in different JCs. As I was scanning through it, I chanced upon a course that made me have second thoughts about going to a JC to further my studies. Integrated Events Management sounded almost nice enough for me to lick. Initially, I hesitated about choosing the poly over the JC because I was afraid that I might not get into the Uni to get my degree.
I wanted to be a social worker. My heart went out to those poor old folks/children that are struggling to even keep alive. Yes, I still feel that way. But now that I think of it, how far can I go as a social worker? Now, with this wonder course that I instantly found the passion for, I guess my plans of going to a poly would be brought back to life eh? On the flipside, I have to travel all the way to the Republic Poly to pursue my new found passion.
I'm sorry I'm fickle but which do you think I should pursue?
1) My passion which will cause me to feel insecure about my future in the corporate world,
OR
2) The politically stable path which will secure me a place in the highly paid and highly strung world?

Finally I am able to settle down and type a decent entry.
For hours, I have been sitting here with my eyes glued to this technology box cracking my brains on how to make this dumb thing save my template. Rachel Oh was a part of this pursuit of success who also tried her best to no avail. For once, I am grateful to this piece of so called "advanced" technology that I am able to sit here comfortably and type out this entry.

Well, "after months of futile attempts, I'm back to square one"(I love this phrase). Blogging, I realised, somehow acts as a analgesic that relieves me of my "pain" without numbing my "senses". IN other words, it doesnt fail me. It is stated in the Bible that men do fail you. So expressing my feelings here would be the best alternative(which was also my first). And the best part is, I can practice my compo writing! Yay.

Today's leader's meeting was quite good. There was a moment during worship that I felt connected to God once again. It definitely felt good after months of feeling dry and weary! It was as if I finally understood what it meant to have Jesus as my best friend. After which I decided to make Him my best friend :D Haha! yes, go ahead and laugh, I dont care.

I saw horses growing out of the lawn