#o levels

[corirella]

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 ♥️

[mia-studyhaus]

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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[thekricks0krickass]

i worked so hard i better be getting that fucking A

[chaotic-trav]

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

[ineedsleep-253]

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.

[thetruearchmagos]

YEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSS

L1R5 10!!!

VJC CAN!

[egophiliac]

I love how you draw Leona’s hair…so soft and floofy…I know that man uses a 5 in 1 body wash and yet still looks like that…

thank you! 💛💛💛 truly, it is unfair how many of the Twst boys have absolutely gorgeous hair with zero -- nay, negative -- effort. do not make the mistake of asking them about their hair routine. it will only lead to madness.

[wistfulwatcher]

[inzuinzudesu]

A Christmas gift for @kawkawsrii! Happy holidays!

Bonus: they went to the grandline and will come back in part 2???? i hope so?????????

Bonus 2: cute ass lil shits whom i desperately wanted to put in but couldn't cuz i'm silly like that

[blu3b3rrin]

uhhh parkciv ate my brain so i jumped for the cringeass yaoi

EDIT: minecraft but i read yuri in PARKOUR CIVILIZATION (this comic is loosely based on this fic ↓) https://archiveofourown.org/works/59668831/comments/839813416

[unpersoniverse]

Skén:nen sá:sewh

as promised, here's Precious boy™ getting kissed by Precious wife™ because he deserves all the love in the world :cc

translation: Get home safe

[mia-studyhaus]

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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Photo Credits:

Cell Organization Table

Cat

Oranges

Oreos

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[monokoitari]

I'm thinking this idea so hard that I definitely have to write it down, but shit!! It's hard for me to capture Shen Yuan's chaotic vibes in a good narrative way

So it begins like this: Shen Yuan transmigrates. Not into Shen Qingqiu. He opens his eyes and there are two massive tits crushing him, a luxurious room, a garish and bitchy System with kaomojis. Well, he's a wife. A Binghe's wife.

Shen Yuan wants to run away, obviously. Get his penis back, get his MASCULINE MALE MANTASTIC body back, and get as far away from Binghe and the harem and their shitty dramas as possible. He doesn't need that, no thanks. The System obviously doesn't let him. [ You're a wife, user!!! You must behave like the original goods until you collect enough points to unlock the OOC!! ]

And the shit begins. Little harem dramas. Uncovering clues like silly children's puzzles. Shen yuan is fed up, bored, moody, hated by many wives (apparently the original goods were not in good standing. Half-demon, which is good- more power and more strength when escaping!!, but not for a harem wife. Especially since that body is 5'10" and is strong as a sword instead of submissive and bendable like the other sweet wives).

Even though the System keeps putting him in shitty situations, the truth is that there is no trace of Binghe during the first week. Nor the second. By the third, Shen Yuan gets a little worried. According to the current storyline, he shouldn't be far away... No wars, no new wives, just a missing Binghe. Shen Yuan snoops around Binghe's office with such bad luck that Binghe definitely shows up at that moment.

And Binghe looks... Tired. He's tired and grumpy, treating the wife with ice-cold kindness, and Shen Yuan treats him back. It's not that he wants to! It's not that he's offended to see his favorite and be horrible to him! It's the fucking shitty System! If Shen Yuan could, he would be on his knees before Binghe being pathetic and pitiful to ensure his protection!!

But he can't. Binghe sends him away after a cold and hostile encounter and Shen Yuan runs away in a dignified manner (running after the corridor where Binghe can't see him anymore is different).

The next morning, Shen Yuan makes a plan: he will do whatever it takes to get his last damn twenty points to activate OOC mode and get the hell out. Nope, no more Binghe for him. One taste was enough. Thanks but no thanks.

What gets complicated is when one of Binghe's personal servants!!! goes to his room. Binghe is inviting this lady wife to have breakfast with him. And Shen Yuan... He can't say no. Partly because of the System, partly because of the ambition for points, partly because he wants to try Binghe's food. And because he wants to... see Binghe. Again. He's his favorite, okay, don't judge him, maybe Binghe was just tired and being hostile to him. The duties of an Emperor are many and Shen Yuan was invading his private territory. Aaaaand he's a wife, after all, he can't treat him like that aaaaaall the time...

Binghe's breakfast is a delight. In his month at the palace, he has eaten nothing more delicious. Binghe is darkly charming: Shen Yuan asks about her (him), how she (he) is, how she (he) has been. Shen Yuan learns two things: the original goods had only been in the harem for a month and week when Shen Yuan usurped his body, and Luo Binghe doesn't know much about his wife, which means he can improvise answers without losing his in-character personality. The System even gives him +5 points for improvising!!

... +5 points that go to hell when Luo Binghe exposes a scroll on the table. Written in the original goods handwriting... it's a divorce application!!

"This was in my office" says Binghe as the System takes 50 points from him of a blow.

Of course Binghe is going to be wrong now. Of course he is believing that Shen Yuan filed for divorce the day before, when he found him in his office!! Damn original goods, why divorce Binghe!? Does divorce even exist in PIDW!? WHY!?

Shen Yuan makes up excuses, loses at least 20 more points, makes up more things again and sadly crawls with only 15 points in his favor and a rather furious Binghe.

Why does this wife want to abandon Binghe? This emperor has been kind, does this wife want something different? Shen Yuan makes up that he never imagined being married to an absent husband, capable of making him feel so lonely in a nest of other lonely women... And Binghe seems genuinely affected by it. Ah, loneliness, the weapon Binghe knows firsthand. An isolated and caring newcomer, being mocked and humiliated by others, seeking to remain resilient. Binghe, this one promises that he didn't use your past traumas on purpose!!

Binghe promises that he will change her (his) mind. He will be a present husband and make her (him) feel comfortable. Which makes Shen Yuan's escape plans go to fuckin hell. Bye bye, xianxia male body! Hello, another weeks of back pain from huge boobs!

And Binghe delivers on his promise, unfortunately. What's it costing you to be a normal man and forget your promises every day, damn protagonist!!

Shen Yuan wakes up with breakfast from Binghe, continues his day with walks with Binghe, ends his afternoon with dinner with Binghe, and dodges the papapa like a champ. Binghe is patient, considerate. Their conversations are charming, but Shen Yuan can see him... Sad. There is an old braid in his hair and deep dark circles under his eyes. Binghe looks exhausted, wasted, and when he thinks Shen Yuan isn't looking, his face shows so much sorrow that Shen Yuan wants to comfort him.

There's not much he can say. Get some random points - holding Binghe's hand at the right moment, discussing an important point about a creature and a hunt, giving recommendations how to best deal with eastern bear demons... Binghe seems to appreciate his company beyond the call of duty, which makes Shen Yuan a little proud. He's spending time with his favorite fictional boy without screwing up.

Then his body gets sick.

Xianxia World! Cultivation! Magic! Nothing? Shen Yuan wakes up with his head spinning like he's just stepped off a roller coaster, vomiting pathetically into an empty vase. The nausea is not getting better. His headache is horrible.

The System offers him to buy a skip plot; it comes out the same points that Shen Yuan has and he has tried hard not to spend them, a ridiculously large amount of points just to avoid a stomach infection. It's hard to complete side quests with the protagonist attached to his hip! Shen Yuan drops the skip plot.

The System insists. If he doesn't skip the plot now, he won't be able to do so in the future. Shen Yuan ignores it again. It's a silly illness. Nothing a little rest won't help.

... a little rest won't make it better.

Shen Yuan is thankful that Luo Binghe is not in the palace on his mission in the east, because he can be fully pathetic. He barely eats, faints from hunger, but as soon as he puts something in his mouth his stomach expels it. Damn demented body, do you want to eat only Binghe's food so much!? Spoiled body.

Shen Yuan sleeps a lot, sobs a lot in pain, growls (his body can growl. It's interesting) to the servants who come to clean, he takes cool showers that relieve his headache, and continues to expel every crumb.

He thinks he was even poisoned. He doesn't let the harem doctors get close. Mostly because he doesn't know them, but also because he remembers a subplot about a doctor who poisoned Binghe's wives to get revenge because Binghe had refused to take his daughter (for reasons that were entirely valid for Shen Yuan: she was a girl of barely twelve years old) in marriage and she had run away from home to avoid the humiliation. The plot ended with the girl hiding in the doctor's basement, who had made everything up, Binghe making a gore chapter out of it to remember the old days, and adopting the little girl to be raised among his many children in the harem... A good subplot for Shen Yuan, without unnecessary papapa even if it was for two chapters and followed by a threesome with massive busty demons.

Shen Yuan doesn't want to take any chances to unlock some gore subplot. So he just endures his nausea and pain until it fades about two weeks later. Suddenly it's bearable. He can snack on fruit and some roasted seeds. Some flavors are still intolerable to him... some smells too. He feels nauseous at the strongest, or even mildest, smells, but if they are too sweet he must run away. And textures on his skin. And tunics squeezing him. And his fucking huge tits hurt. They hurt like, like they're going to burst or break his cleavage. He even believes that from one day to the next they look bigger if that is possible. Wearing clothes is annoying. Having a body is annoying. Is this some fucking PMS that Shen Yuan didn't want to live with?

Wasn't it a ferocious body of a half-demon with a high cultivation level?? Why is he having PMS? He hasn't... bled since he came into this world!

...

. . .

He hasn't bled since he came to that world. The wedding (papapa of the original goods with The Heavenly Pillar) was almost three months ago. Shen Yuan has been occupying that body for almost two months.

...

. . .

That's not fucking happening.

"System, what the hell!?"

[ User was given the opportunity to buy a skip plot! User rejected it!!! (⁠ ⁠╹⁠▽⁠╹⁠ ⁠) Congratulations on making it through the first trimester in a healthy way!!! ]

Fucking shit.

[magnusbae]

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

[nostalgia-tblr]

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?"

[flovoid]

who will take the fall who of us is stronger you’ll just want it more if you could, you’d have fought it  but you know you’re not  from the start, they knew you were wrong