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corirella · 1 year

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Old study notes from 2016 (wow… almost 7 years ago)

The lowest point of my life when I was studying for the GCE A Level examinations in Singapore. I joke that’s it my depression era (coming from an Asian family who don’t prioritize mental health) but looking back it was seriously frightening.

Dug these old photos because back then I didn’t score the best but I made it to university. Didn’t graduate at the top of my cohort but I found a great job. People always say that you’ll find a way in life and I never quite believed them but after 7 years, I do now.

YOU WILL FIND YOUR WAY IN LIFE EVENTUALLY.

Because I did! Sorta. No one can tell you how to live your life except yourself, not even your parents or your teachers. Live your best life and listen to your heart because eventually, everything will work out ♥️

#studyblr #study notes #studying #a levels #o levels #because I can’t believe my parents still try to put me down for things that happened 7 years ago #study inspiration #study #study spo

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studyhaus · 1 year

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5 Minutes, 5 Words - #156

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Cosset /ˈkɒsɪt/ (v.) - care for and protect in an overindulgent way.

Sometimes, Meera tends to cosset her child.

Ruse /ruːz/ (n.) - an action intended to deceive someone; a trick.

The phone call was a ruse the thieves used to distract the police while escaping.

Despondent /dɪsˈpɒndənt/ (adj.) - in low spirits from loss of hope or courage.

Her despondent eyes broke my heart.

Commodious /kəˈməʊdiəs/ (adj.) - roomy and comfortable.

I dream of living in a commodious and colourful house a few decades down the road.

Demarcation /ˌdiːmɑːˈkeɪʃᵊn/ (n.) - the action of fixing the boundary or limits of something.

There were demarcations made to the luggage allowed on Mike Airlines' planes.

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Definitions from: Oxford Languages.

IPA Phonetic Transcription (UK English) from: tophonetics.com

Sentences are fictitious, though they may be based on real issues that occur across the world.

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#english #learning #studyblr #study #languages #knowledge #sat #vocabulary #englishvocab #act #actreading #satwriting #satreading #a levels #o levels #gcse #university #high school #student

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thekricks0krickass · 1 year

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i worked so hard i better be getting that fucking A

#igcse #igcse preparation #o levels #Igcse May June 2023 #Additional Mathematics

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chaotic-trav · 8 days

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It helps to know that even if I feel terrible, even if I'm constantly overwhelmed by it....my life won't end after my O levels. There's more to it than that. That there will be an after. That if I get bad grades then my friends will help, my friends will stay and they'll understand and some of them might even go the extra mile if I ask. It helps because it eases the knot of anxiety that stays in my chest constantly everytime I breathe.

My life didn't end after my bad, terrible, horrible, no good at all school exams that left me feeling like I couldn't do anything and was a failure because the adhd was affecting me that heavily and because i was a dumb bitch and still am and it still is affecting me just as much and my life won't end after my bad, terrible, horrible, no good at all O level exams no matter how important they are. It will go on and I will have options, just because it might go terribly doesn't mean that my life will magically end there and I won't ever be able to do anything or be anything because of it. It's a nice reminder to have

#actually adhd #vent post #o levels #anxiety #hope

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ineedsleep-253 · 2 months

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A student's plight (TW: Mentions of suicide and depression, read at your own risk)

The clock noisily whispered in the gloom of the exam hall full of other lifeless souls. Tick tock, Tick tock. The person scanned her exam paper again and again, 10 times in a row. She knew this. She knew the question, understood the words etched into the dead paper by a printer and formed the answer in her head.

The person wrote down the answer, the sound of her needle-tip pen scrapping the answer sheet one amongst hundreds. She wrote and wrote and wrote, until her forefinger started to ache and her pen fell onto the rickety desk and only 5 minutes remained of the 2 hours they had been given for the paper. Her mind wanted to wander but she forced it to review the paper, to flip through the stapled pages and make sure all her bullets had been written. When the invigilator collected her completed paper, she wasn’t satisfied. She could’ve written more, should’ve written more. Even if what she’d written was more than anything she ever had before.

They signaled that the students could leave and she got up, slowly making her way out of the hall. Her friends had gone ahead, eager to be freed of the dreadful environment inside. The person could not find it in her to share their enthusiasm. Tears pricked at the corner of her eyes, a mix of static and Minecraft music on loop in her head as she tried her best not to crumple onto the floor in a fetal position and just lay there, rocking back and forth.

The sun shone brightly as it often did near noon. Her classmates teemed around her, a general buzz of discussion humming in the air. The person spied her friends standing in a corner up front near one of the pillars outlining the wedding hall. She silently joined them, a welcome stranger. One was crying, the others comforting and reassuring her. The person tried her best to offer support but a sudden wave of lethargy lay siege on her limbs as the caffeine wore off, and it was all she could do to stare at her sniveling friend blankly.

The person dodged questions regarding the exams as best she could. Not a single one was aimed at her. They’d never discuss such things with her. No, not she who had never gotten above a 50% in this subject, not her who celebrated joyously when her report book arrived and there was no more than one red mark. Never her. Not that she minded, she would’ve been clueless anyways, even if it stung.

Father waved over at The person from afar, one shining head among a sea of black ones. She made her way over, not bothering to say goodbye to those who didn’t notice when she stood right next to them. Not a single pair of eyes bore into her back as she ambled over to the one who’d bought her a hashbrown on the way to the hall 3 hours prior. She smiled and hugged him, the unwanted thoughts invading into her mind as the British had invaded the subcontinent. The person couldn’t help but think that this man she was hugging had just a few hours ago shown her a picture of his 2 young daughters and happy spouse. He hugged her back.

They sat in the car, the person rambling about nothing. She told father about the questions she knew and the ones she didn’t. Anything to chase her thoughts away and fill the silence with more than the disgusting music blasting on the car speakers. He nodded and hmm’ed, words trickling in from one ear and out the other.

The car turned and they entered a society. The main entrance gate was being rebuilt, so the car had to take a temporary raw path on the side. The houses were old, some remodeled and many withering away. They entered a particularly dull street, with a lamp that didn’t work and a pothole that hadn’t been filled for more than 5 years, stopping in front of a shit brown gate on its last breath. It creaked out a scream as the person opened it with her shivering hand. She tried her best to enter the house and further into the sanctuary but a monster stood in her path, salivating and growling and flexing its claws as it waited to rip her throat out and spill her intestines onto the stone.

Mother stood in the doorway; a smile plastered upon her beautiful face. The person walked forward, grasping mother in her arms for a moment. It took everything in her not to wrench herself away and throw up the emptiness in her gut onto the tiled floor. Mother asked her questions, she answered. Mother glanced out the ajar door and her stomach dropped. The person called out to father and asked him to come in. He reluctantly sauntered over and the knot untied itself. Mother smiled wider and the person disappeared upstairs, taking two stairs at a time and only stopping to pet her white furball that mewed at her in appreciation.

The person closed the door to her bedroom, and fell to her knees. It was almost comical how dramatic she made it, as if the weight of the sky had been taken off of Atlas and burdened onto her own shoulders. As if she worked hard to provide for a family of 5. Her chest heaved and she rubbed her eyes vigorously but no tears left. She silently slid the lock to her door in place and just stood there. Staring at the wall, her phone, her notes strewn across her dirty desk never to be touched again. Unless she failed. She stashed them away in a file in case her record proved itself fruitful again and she had need of them once more. Words were underlined and self-reminders scribbled in pencil on barely half of them. She had had 3 months and still only managed to get this much done.

After restoring her desk to its usual state of messiness and dirt, making sure not even a single speck of dust rested on its wooden surface, the person sat down on her bed. She was such a coward, a useless, illiterate, piece of trash. Not a single answer had been correct, not a word made sense, not a sentence was properly structured, not a detail was accurate.

She felt that she had to do something. Something to justify this feeling, something to show that she felt low. Telling her parents was out of the question, that would be seeking attention when nothing was amiss. She had to strangle herself but the fan in her ceiling had been replaced by a gaping hole with wires sticking out, she had to drown but she didn’t own a bathtub, she had to jump off a cliff but she lived in a flatland, she had to walk into oncoming traffic but she lived in the inner streets where hardly any car passed by, she had to slit her wrist open but her blade was too dull and her palm got sweaty at the thought of it. She got the pocketknife out of her jeans and laid the lukewarm metal across her skin but her hands refused to slice. Such a scaredy cat.

Almost 2 months had passed since and the person was temporarily out of her country. Surrounded by relatives who loved her and a mother who supported her no matter what. The person felt dizzy as she woke up in the morning and refreshed her email, not even sentient enough to grab her glasses on the bedside table so that she could see. Only numbly refreshing, her plan set. Her pocketknife sharpened, the presence of a bathtub, a strong scarf and cars bustling about near the building.

Refresh, refresh, refresh, refresh, notification, refresh, pause.

She opened the email, the A+ and A glaring back at her, written directly under her name and across from the 2 subjects she had given examinations for. And all she could feel was disappointment, that she had bothered practicing cutting open skin for nothing.

#student #o levels #exams #exam stress #tw depressing stuff #tw depressing thoughts #depressing shit #depression tw #suic1de

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thetruearchmagos · 4 months

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YEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSS

L1R5 10!!!

VJC CAN!

#No one will know what this means #But that's alright #I'm happy #O Levels

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magnusbae · 1 month

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To all the younglings to come after the great Paw War 🐾

#The fact I did it on my phone image editor is truly a new level 😂#boop o meter #Boop #Star wars meme #Star wars #sw misc #Tumblr #April fool's #buns.edits #I guess lol #buns.all #Obi wan Kenobi #Luke Skywalker

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nostalgia-tblr · 8 months

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One thing New Who doesn't really have that Old Who did was the thing where everyone (audience included) thinks the Doctor is this amazing genius from space with the best spaceship of all time, and then someone else from Gallilfrey shows up and goes "Oh, it's you. Did you get expelled from our university or did you just fail your degree? Is THAT what you're driving around the universe in? How does that thing even still work? And why are you dressed like that?"

#Suddenly Recontextualised Protagonist my beloved!#this is why romana's first scene is the best companion intro. (before she met him she was even willing to be impressed!)#and humans insulting the FUCKING TIME MACHINE doesn't hit at all the same. it seems kind of odd mostly? its a fucking time machine!#and we don't know any better!!! you need someone who has their own TARDIS for the real sick burns there.#oh no i just realised approx 82% of my fave Doctor pairings are them with people who are on some level just not that impressed #that explains why i wrote so much Ten/Donna doesn't it? :O #dw

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c-kiddo · 3 months

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from a wee bit ago, while watching the cr bg3 vod ^_^

[image description: 2 digitally coloured pencil drawings of critical role characters. the first is of ashton, leaning on their elbows, smirking and and flipping someone off, labelled 'to chet'. the second image is a portrait of caduceus, based on his level 20 design. he is smiling slightly and looking to the side. end ID]

#critical role #critical role fanart #ashton greymoore #caduceus clay #cr3 #cr2 #sketches #myart #2024 #bells hells #the mighty nein #described #this might be the first time i posted art o f cads level 20 design ?? idr.#ashtons flipping off chet in a manner that is gay and full of se xual tension . they want to fuck that old man so bad i just know it #(not caught up on the show at all maybe he already has)

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thewinchestah · 3 months

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and that’s a wrap guys!! I’m not okay!! But at the same time I’ve never been better!!

#alastor swearing is my religion #im Brazilian I use cuss words as ponctuation #also I love that he clearly cares for Charlie and the hotel but they didn’t make him a Good Guy TM #that motherfucker still has his schemes and im here for it #ALASTOR DANCING #ALASTOR SAYING I KNOW SOMETNING YOU DONT #“you look and absolute mess Charlie #HE JUST GOING LITERALLY INSANE VANESSA LOPES LEVEL OF INSANE IN THW RADIO TOWER #I WANT HIM TO BROACAST VOX’s DEATH WHILE I SING ALONF #HIS FIGHT SCENES WERE SOOO GOOD #EVERYTHING WAS PERFECT #alastor #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel spoilers #the radio de on #O ALASTOR TA VINDO AÍ E O BICHO VAI PEGAR VOX É O CARALHOOOOOO NUNCA BOTOU O ADAM PRA AMAR

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puff4pals · 24 days

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Hey if your f/o ever got a real serious injury in canon imagine helping them change the bandages and taking care of them

#got to the episode where nacho got his shit rocked and the yearning levels are high today #self ship #self ship community #self shipping #selfship #self ship imagine #f/o imagines #kurt.imagine #📌💸

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studyhaus · 1 year

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Biology Bites #2 - Cell Organisation

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Organelle (Ocean)

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Cell (Cat)

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Tissue (Tastes)

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Organ (Only)

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Organ system (Orange Sweet)

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Organism (Oreos)

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Cell Organization Table

Cat

Oranges

Oreos

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still-a-morosexual-help · 2 years

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Despite how possessive Mammon can be, when it actually comes down to it, he's so laid back? Like, it's always MC's choice. He's so not forceful.

Mammon & Levi are both script writers/directors in the Film Festival Event. Both are tasked with deciding whose love interest MC will be. Levi writes them as his love interest without consulting the others and states that the director's word is law. Mammon doesn't write who the love interest is and instead leaves the script open ended, expecting MC to ad lib it at the end.

In S2, he's the only one that doesn't ask MC to the dance. He very vaguely hints at wanting to go with MC & then waits for them to ask, if they don't take the hint, he drops it & doesn't ask them.

In S2, when he sees MC making the move and kissing Lucifer, he looks upset but doesn't say a word about it. He stays silent and lets them have their moment.

In S2, after he gets cursed and comes, extremely strongly, on to MC he apologizes to them later despite it being in no way his fault

Even when they finally sleep together (in s2) he asks MC to take the lead and tell him what to do.