Monday, May 07, 2007



I've left out a quote because i seriously cannot be bothered to think of one and interrupt this lovely train of thought that I wanna blog about.

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It's exam time again hoo hah and it's that time we boys all start having pseudo-periods and mugathons and hissy fits due to the (stupid red underlines I HATE YOU I HATE YOU! ) exam stress. And there's that stupid laughing sound outside my window again. Either it's some funny pipe-gone-wrong thing, or my house is haunted by a ghost who only laughs and laughs in which case it's not spooky just irritating.

Anyway, Social Studies pa(SHUT UP YOU STUPID LAUGHTER) errr paper today was pretty ok. Question A was a bit of a downer, since I had no idea why the picture of the ERP gantry was taken. From now on, I shall actually read the stupid provenance.

And my SEQ is lovely. It's like regurgitating the textbook. Only since I didn't follow 99.9% of the typical Singaporean attitude and put the textbook into my brain, it came out a bit of a vomity-mess. Kind of like mee siam with a bit of chilli sauce and a lot of grass and mud thrown in with a few fish balls. I hope none of you are reading this during dinner.

The E-maths paper was irritating. It was easy, but the answers wouldn't come. Did parts and pieces and bits here and there. Wasn't that bad lah. But then again, this is ever-meritocratic Singapore. That paper with my O'Level results will decide my future and that's not something I'm particularly happy about but I ain't no minister or such and therefore will not propose a change of system.

Oh, and I just got hit by the RI-Cross-Country issue.

"We ingrain into our runners that champions don't collapse."

Hahahaha very funny. You see, for those of you who are clueless, AN RI cross-country runner pushed our runner ( in first place ) down on the ground.

I rather our runner be down, find the strength within himself to pick himself up and carry on. If cheating is so important to you, then look to your school. It's the top Boys School in Singapore, and apparently you can cheat.

Not only does the boy's action hurt, but when the school can proudly proclaim the above in quotation marks, it's a low blow man. You won by cheating, good job. I hope you're proud of yourself because then at least someone will be.

Is it that important, Cross-Country?

Some might argue that if Cross-Country wasn't important, then why would I be discussing it. Well, as you can clearly see, Cross-Country brings out the best and WORST in some people. I'm damn proud of our runner, for being able to pick himself up. He lost his place, but he has dignity. He can lift his head up and say "I would have been first. Someone cheated, and I did not return the insult." That is what the Victorian Spirit instills in us, dignity. Cheating? Go burn please.

You've won one year. Wait till next when we, armed to the teeth with the Victorian Spirit, go down to Turf City and sweep the prizes. Enjoy the victory while it lasts, it'll not last long.

Speaking of things that irritate me.

I've noticed that on buses, people like to whip out their handphones and talk very loudly. As in, sometimes practically screaming into their phones.

Why?
Is it cheaper? More convenient? Cooler? Faster?
Do you want to let the entire world know your conversation? Which by the way seems to be the intent since it's mostly in several different languages/dialects which more or less allows lots of people to understand. Then you'll call them a busybody. And you're the one trying to blast their eardrums out.
Or is it just to irritate people by letting them hear everything you say. It's not that I'm against the use of handphones. But I do not see the point of shouting into the handphone. Unless the person on the other end is hard-of-hearing. In which case I advise hearing-aids or SMSes.

And there's people who sing on buses. I understand that you are deluded enough to imagine yourself the next Whitney Houston or Ray Charles but please you are not. There's "Freedom of Speech" and then there's "Hurting People." You are doing the latter, please stop. I like my hearing and listening to you butcher a perfectly nice song with your 1-octave range makes me want to stab a kitten. The "singer" on the bus 76 today managed to go so completely off-key that I contemplated self-destruction via repeated head bangings. But that wouldn't be nice.

Congrats, you hit your B-flat! And I really mean flat, like 8 semitones flat. While it's not exactly pleasant to have to endure the wailings of what seems like a constipated banshee being castrated with a screwdriver, I shall endure it. Because killing myself in response to their B-flat sounding like an F-Idunnowhatshit would hurt their fragile psyche.That is, if their voice hasn't already shattered it.

Grrrrrrr...

On the subject of self-destruction, I was thinking ( after reconnecting my ears ) what would it be like if I were to die like let's say 5 days time.

I would be damn angry I think. It's not that I'm dying that I'm concerned, but that it's such a horrible time to die.

This is Sec 3, the most fun and enjoyable period of my life. I mean, red shirts, leaderships, possible black shirts, classmates, classes, CCAs, I can't leave it now.

I've accepted that I'm going to die, someday somehow. But I plan to leave my mark ( positively ) wherever I go.

There's just too many things to do before I die. Now, I'm really only Sec 3 and it already seems to impossible. What more when I graduate, go out and work, grow up? What then?

There's that cliched saying "Do today what you can do tomorrow" . That's so true, but yet so hard to do. It's that motivation I'm lacking, that drive to kick myself in the ass and say "DO IT NOW!"

Plus, I still need to love God. Which I cannot do right now because I'm lazy and uncommitted. I could say I'm busy, but I know and He knows it's crap. Materialism is such a vice, really.

Damn.

The road of self-improvement is dark and fraught with obstacles.
Let God, my friends and family be my guiding lights.