Disclaimer: all opinions and subjects written below are highly stereotypical yet common found characters who MAY or MAY NOT exist. IF you by any chance find it offensive to you (proving that you're one of those scumbags mentioned), you are infected by what I find a deadly disease known as "Jerkivitis". As a precautionary measure to prevent the massive infestation of your cursed sickness to humanity, please sterilize yourself at the nearest clinic and do the world a favour by not passing down your genes. Then again, if you really ARE infected, you wouldn't do so because you're simply a dike.
Ah yes, I'm back, wootx, ever wonder why I blog again (then again, i am talking to myself after all), because i need to keep an active MIND i say, i need to start writing really long paragraphs with words from the dictionary that doesn't really make much sense but will get me more marks because that's how examination works! Hence, to prep my GP, i gotta start blogging (with fanciful words of course, then again, fanciful IS subjective)
Woke up early today (9am) considering i slept at 2, became unconscious at probably 3+ (blame it on coffee, for according to the priest, you should hate the sin, not the sinner) And the reason for so is not because of that alarm I set on my hand phone which plays the eerie, scary-spooky castle symphony, but because of the similarly god-awful music from my message ring tone thanks to my God-sis who's spamming me just so I will wake up and not be late for our scheduled study date (because I, for one is not able to study with much comfort at home due to the congested, overcrowded status of my room which will put ANY, i repeat, ANY Favelas (the term for slums in Brazil)to shame when it comes to being full of shit. Then again, having a messy room full of shitty tutorials with no true, model answer is nothing to be proud of, but I'd like to say, for once, my room REALLY looks like the room of a JC student (wootx).
Hence, the mugging at library@esplanade, a fine piece of ingenious architecture splendidly located by the waters (murky) of marina bay. The mere sight of on-going development projects(fuck ugly construction) casts a false illusion that the government is actually doing sth with our money (biased anarchist thought) instead of investing it on themselves. Then again, the supposed peaceful sanctuary for students , who are not willing to sacrifice sleep to queue up at the studylounge@nlb (by which means get there by 9 or get out after 9 seconds) is a mere illusion (like your false advertisements) because of
1) Cheapskate bastards of parents, who are penny wise-pound foolish, refusing to get a 2nd hand piano and having their children practise their piss-easy God awful pieces on a frequently tuned Yamaha piano at $6.10 per hour (sound proof walls of the piano room phails) And oh, I forgot to mention that they are always fat.
2) Arrogant pricks (or dicks) wanting to show off their fanciful finger work at the piano in an attempt to win 10 second admiration from total strangers who don't really give a shit, and being dicks, they tend to walk out the room with that smug look on their faces, expecting someone to rush up to them and ask for a fucking autograph.
3) Poorly educated individuals with ridiculously poor hygiene habits and fluency in English, who somehow owns a handphone (justifying why kindergarten kids CAN own handphones if jerks like these do), actually HAVE people to talk to, irresponsibly disregarding people around them who are trying to study/read/etc, and rambling incomprehensible abomination of a language on their cells, acting as if they were big shots, and get shushed by the librarian who eventually reminds them that they are just plain annoying and is tainting the sanctity of our library.
4) First year uni-grad know it alls who think they are so great after being admitted to a local uni, starts giving their half-assed unfounded theories on how the government is corrupt and stealing our money, that they're not doing a good job because you can do better, and that most singaporeans are docile sheeps merely heeding the directions of their corrupted leader unlike them who are bad-assed, tree hugging flag burning rebels like Che Guevara (on the rebel part) just because they wear a shirt with his picture on it.(I love my country and the PAP, sue me, whoops, you can't, just look at Dr. Chee)
Basically the above 4 spoiled my day AND my conducive environment, only allowing me to complete the entire vectors chapter (without much practise). Then again, I'm being a total asshole for pushing the blame to those imbeciles for my low productivity, but he, it's a blog, it's a media, it's biased to me since i'm the fucking author, i have no need to give a balanced view .
On a side note, my darling godsister makes delicious chocolate cookies (too bad they're not freshly baked) and vectors suck so much that it implodes, creating a blackhole which is impossible to escape (unless you're traveling at beyond light speed, which is, again technically impossible), pulling all the students who are bad at math into oblivion of U(s).
Tuesday, June 17, 2008
Sunday, June 15, 2008
Simple reasons why being young is no longer as magical
It's been EONS since i last blogged (again), meh, who cares, nobody reads this shit anyway, it's just another medium for one to vent one's frustration (unless you're a victim of a political struggle and you recently just returned from the states where you land your ass in jail after blatantly challenging the lord of Singapore) and you can look back upon it after a really long time and reflect on what a meaningless life you have where majority of your blog post consists of constant bitching about how life is unfair, how unreasonable your parents/lecturers/tutors are, and how much food and oil prices have gone up to the extent that you can no longer throw cream pies at one another during birthday celebrations.
Before long, your body would descend into a greater extent of physical decay and as you venture further into adulthood, you awake from your naive joie de vivre after plummeting into a deep dark abyss of never ending injustice, atrocities and apathy that fills this very world we live in.
Well, after digressing for a bit, i shall proceed on to my senseless blog post which shall fall under the category "Bitching about school life just like every prick in our (holistic) education system" Yes, the mid term exams. As you can see (or me in the future for that matter), it is 16th of June at 12 in the morning and the sands of time are falling grain by grain, awaiting that very last grain of sand which will signify the end of your holiday (or mug-liday as quoted from Xinyi) and mark the start of a brand new Holocaust: Examinations. Yes, I prefer the term Holocaust because it discriminates against a certain race (called the under-performers), executing a genocide upon any ounce of morale, dignity or self esteem left in their delicate and joy-less lives, and generally enslaving them in concentration-camp like compounds (such as container classrooms) and shackling their freedom with never ending tutorials and remedials.
Not even children are spared from this atrocity and crime against humanity as children even at the tender age of 6 are pushed into such similar camps (called tuition centers) where children are repeatedly taught the same crap where they are to regurgitate out in a written exam where failure could possibly mark death (look at suicide rates and depression) or a permanent record (of Fs). An article from The Straits Times shows 6 (or w/e age she is) year old Victoria where her slave driver of a mother has a 10 hour list of "how to turn your child into a bitch of the system" for weekdays, and a "own time-own target" for the weekends for her HOLIDAY (I think the MoE or MoM should redefine Holiday into More-Shit-day for students) Parents (loving their children ever so tenderly) want the best for their kids, parents, DON'T want their kids to be dishwashers or sanitary engineers for that matter, because they believe that path leads to unhappiness. But by sacrificing the childhood of their child, can they ever realize what happiness truly is? Childhood is supposed to be a period where us humans are immune, unaffected by the shit that goes around in this world so that when we grow up, we can look back and appreciate "Oh~all that happiness as a child~ah~children are so carefree~" This blissful unawareness is what makes childhood such a relivable, desirable memory and some parents nowadays just don't realize that.
For the love of cookies, that doesn't mean I'm for the scrapping of every single form of education, I'm against the overkill of the use of tuition as tools to mold your kids into dragons, they are afterall, just KIDS. Yes you can have your tuition (I myself find such a means useful for people who are too shy to ask questions), but don't cram every conscious moment of your kid-life with TUITION. What the FUCK can ballet do (if your child hates it)? You're in Singapore, there is no swan lake and shit, only macritchie reservoir. Kindergarten/Pre school math? If you need tuition for that then you're better off amputating one of your limbs and go sell tissues at hawker centers. Yeah, they can go "YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT'S BEST FOR MY CHILD" but can they really say they do?
In short, it sucks to be a kid these days, period.
Before long, your body would descend into a greater extent of physical decay and as you venture further into adulthood, you awake from your naive joie de vivre after plummeting into a deep dark abyss of never ending injustice, atrocities and apathy that fills this very world we live in.
Well, after digressing for a bit, i shall proceed on to my senseless blog post which shall fall under the category "Bitching about school life just like every prick in our (holistic) education system" Yes, the mid term exams. As you can see (or me in the future for that matter), it is 16th of June at 12 in the morning and the sands of time are falling grain by grain, awaiting that very last grain of sand which will signify the end of your holiday (or mug-liday as quoted from Xinyi) and mark the start of a brand new Holocaust: Examinations. Yes, I prefer the term Holocaust because it discriminates against a certain race (called the under-performers), executing a genocide upon any ounce of morale, dignity or self esteem left in their delicate and joy-less lives, and generally enslaving them in concentration-camp like compounds (such as container classrooms) and shackling their freedom with never ending tutorials and remedials.
Not even children are spared from this atrocity and crime against humanity as children even at the tender age of 6 are pushed into such similar camps (called tuition centers) where children are repeatedly taught the same crap where they are to regurgitate out in a written exam where failure could possibly mark death (look at suicide rates and depression) or a permanent record (of Fs). An article from The Straits Times shows 6 (or w/e age she is) year old Victoria where her slave driver of a mother has a 10 hour list of "how to turn your child into a bitch of the system" for weekdays, and a "own time-own target" for the weekends for her HOLIDAY (I think the MoE or MoM should redefine Holiday into More-Shit-day for students) Parents (loving their children ever so tenderly) want the best for their kids, parents, DON'T want their kids to be dishwashers or sanitary engineers for that matter, because they believe that path leads to unhappiness. But by sacrificing the childhood of their child, can they ever realize what happiness truly is? Childhood is supposed to be a period where us humans are immune, unaffected by the shit that goes around in this world so that when we grow up, we can look back and appreciate "Oh~all that happiness as a child~ah~children are so carefree~" This blissful unawareness is what makes childhood such a relivable, desirable memory and some parents nowadays just don't realize that.
For the love of cookies, that doesn't mean I'm for the scrapping of every single form of education, I'm against the overkill of the use of tuition as tools to mold your kids into dragons, they are afterall, just KIDS. Yes you can have your tuition (I myself find such a means useful for people who are too shy to ask questions), but don't cram every conscious moment of your kid-life with TUITION. What the FUCK can ballet do (if your child hates it)? You're in Singapore, there is no swan lake and shit, only macritchie reservoir. Kindergarten/Pre school math? If you need tuition for that then you're better off amputating one of your limbs and go sell tissues at hawker centers. Yeah, they can go "YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT'S BEST FOR MY CHILD" but can they really say they do?
In short, it sucks to be a kid these days, period.
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