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Saturday, September 17

t.o.w. the white sheeps black sheeps

Hmm. Its been a hectic week.

Today's entry is going to be a super-sized one. Its been some time.

So there. Contrary to all your beliefs, I have actually been studying hard! The reading room is now my new home. Haha. My studying gang comprises Wenyi, Ade, Juli, Kee and Sheena! Haha. Its quite fun to study there apart from the fact that the walls are terribly decieving. They are not the least bit sound-proof. You may think that this irates me, but as of tonight, it embarasses me. I was on my way back to the room with Wenyi after completing our vertical marathon before I suddenly realised that I may have lost my sushi. To you this may not be a big deal, but to me, it concerned edible food. So I exclaimed with great conviction and worry that I must have lost my sushi. This was probably not the best move because the sheer stupidity of my actions seemed to cause a great laughing uproar rivalled only by that of a typical Suresh lesson. I'm such a dunce. Now this is no laughing matter, anyone who knows me well enough for me to not laugh discretely knows that I laugh exceedingly loud. With our combined laughter, the foundations of the Hwa Chong building were rocked once again. That, plus the fact that everyone in the reading room heard our maniactic laughter. My claim to fame. About work, while the quantity of hours put in is evident, the quality remains to be seen. But then again in this context, there can be no quality without quantity so I must count my lucky stars.

I must also count sheep. Black sheep. White sheep. All sheeps of Singapore.

A few years back when I was in the prime of my innonence and guillibility, I told myself that I was proud to be a Singaporean. Sadly, while I still remain deeply rooted to this country because my American Dream still remains a dream, I no longer feel the pride. Mind me though, I do love Singapore and am thankful for all that has been given to me. However, as of now, as of the current social development status of Singapore, I am greatly ashamed and appalled by the acts of my fellow Singaporeans. A few weeks back, I witnessed the public-pubic-pee-process of an old man. Despite the limited number of tourist sights we have here, this one certainly wasnt the best our garden city had to offer. A couple of days later, I saw first-hand, an old-man negotiating a tricky bend on the road with one hand on the wheel and the other on his mobile, in deep conversation with what I can only think to be the whereabouts of a good A&E ward.

These are the bad sheeps that impair our country of the social development that it long deserves for having a largely English-speaking population. Sheeps that marr the global image of our country with their acts of extreme disgust. Sheeps that ruin the image that some of our political leaders have wroughtly tried to steel. Slaughter them I say.

It seems I may not need to lift a finger at all. The above examples all involve senior citizens. Not that I'm being rude or disrespectful to my elders, but it is an asofdue course of life. Now for a brief moment, I felt oddly relieved that with the westernisation of our country and the passing of the older generation, Singapore will soon find herself in a social position of great cultural accoutrement, her people refined. Just as a smile inched across my face, I realised that I was indefinitely partaking in my daily daydreaming sessions as usual.

Because as fast as the older generation of such crassy people are eradicated, a new generation doomed to follow in their footsteps comes right along to fill in their shoes. Parental guidance, unfortunately, means that we will have tons more crude behavior wrecking the streets of Singapore for the many years to come. Its a simple act of learning from your parents. As westernised as I am, I still do greatly belief in the ancient chinese art of mahjong that my mum has honed her skills in to reach the greatest level of attainable proficiency. And so I reflect upon my interaction with the people of my generation and I am flabbergasted at how slow the westernisation process is. Now, pardon me, but the relative effect of westernisation is simply way too profound to include into this entry so I shall assume from an extremely personal point of view that westernisation if beneficial because it is key to the opening-up of society. Believe me you.

Back to the rate at which my generation is "progressing". The fact is, we are improving at a rather slow rate. Or perhaps it is due to the environment I find myself in. It is not a great revelation to anyone to realise that hwa chong is indeed a chinafart school where people like myself stick out like sore thumbs waiting to be hammered back in. Sadly, thumbs were never meant to fit in. Look at your own hand. And so I shall remain rooted to my beliefs that westernisation must occur in Singapore.

But how can it occur when people are unable to tell the difference between Vouis and Louis, not know where the all-important city of London is and can only name US States that are used as examples in our geography text! And this is my generation. The thumb-generation. The tech-savvy generation. Well done, my peers.

Of course, most people reading this probably share the same views as me, but if you are a strong supporter of the "retaining our chinese culture" crap, then I must apologise for wasting your past 5 minutes of scrutiny in a feeble attempt to see if I tie in an argument. There are none. On a personal point of view, I am not that great a writer so I do not deem it a necessity to encase one.

But for now, me and my few friends must rise up to the ocassion of spreading the western values to the legions of people who simply do not think English is fun. The class division is clear. English and Chinese. But the more probable path for us to take is to move to a western country.

Because for now and the many years to come, it is us, my dear friends, and not Mr. Pee nor Mr. Yakkety-yak who are the black sheeps of society.

Stick together my dear friends, otherwise we may very well end up as chops for dinner in an authentic chinese restaurant. Now that is horror for you.

kenn thwacked an asshat munchkin' at 12:20 AM

Thursday, September 8

t.o.w. we drink and make merry

NOT.

I am not happy. I am not happy. I am not happy.

Firstly, despite all the precautionary measures that I have taken, BLOGGER still messes up my entry so I have to retype everything. (AHHH. UPDATE - I REALISE THE ENTRY IS STILL HERE. I RETYPED EVERYTHING FOR CODSWALLOP) Not the best way to vent frustration.

Secondly. I think I should stop coming online so frequently. It hurts the studying EFFORT and also reminds me of all these codswallop nonsense shit junk crap that I really shouldnt bother myself with. I really thought I was bigger than that. Oh well.

Thirdly. I AM NOT STUDYING. But does it really matter?

Fourthly. I am very confused lah. Like what am I doing with my life. Should I come free of the shackles I've bolted down and try to live the life I've dreamed for all these years or should I just do whats expected and lead the logical proper life that I've been anticipating with baited breath all these while.

Fifthly (if there ever is such a word), Davenport lost. This is very very very sad news. Ever since fast-foot Nadal lost, I've been in mourning. Now that his senior, fast-grimace has also been downed, I can no longer take anymore setbacks. Their da shi xiong fast-age Agassi better win. COS' IF HE DOES I GET TO GO TO SHANGHAI TO WATCH MY DREAM 8 PLAY. WEE. I hope Gaudio bucks up. I don't want to go to no Shanghai and waste my miles on some shit davydenko.

Lastly, OTH 2 ends today. =(

The tide left and never came back so all that the villagers could do was to wait out at the beach and dance the leavers' dance.

With the swish swash of the gentle waves crashing upon the sand.

With the pitter patter of the robust feet tapping on the turf.

And then all that was gone.

kenn thwacked an asshat munchkin' at 11:28 PM

t.o.w. all the looking forward

WHAT THE FUCK.

Episode 102 - The Places That You Fear The Most

Peyton : "Brooke, have you ever looked past it all?"

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Brad :

"Can you smell it? Its the scent of disappointment.

I sometimes question my very own existence. I gorge myself with food and get good grades and basically just breathe and then I realised a while back that sometimes I do all these things blindly without realising that none of it is really for me and that just scares me. Like the sole purpose of my very own path in this world is for others and that I'm living a life I cannot lay a finger on and call it my own.

And then sometimes, I ponder and think maybe thats alright. There are the go-getters, the emotional-wrecks, the pain-in-the-butts and then there are the silent-treaders.

For the go-getters to steamroll past in competition for the accolades. For the emotional wrecks when they are down so they move on. For the thorns, to keep them in check just so they stop pricking others' behinds.

But at the end of the day, I guess theres nothing much there worth paying tribute to. And so what I cannot stomach is how easily this world can forget all that others have done for them. People arent just there for you, its a two way street. And so is Being-Nice-Lane. If all that was done was just so you could feel comfortable enough to sashay in and impress upon others your abilities and superiority of a position that others have gone lengths to give you and also your oh-so-mighty-power in understanding all others but yourself, than perhaps it wasnt done in vain but was done out of sheer stupidity.

If being me being me trying to be me is to be me at your beck, call and ridicule then I'm not entirely sure this is how I should ever try to live my life.

Its hard to please everyone. And when you finally do, you realise all this time the only unhappy person is yourself.

I wonder how things will turn out.

Even as hard as I try to look past this entire thing as a popularity game where the jocks and the cheerleaders are kings and queens of this castle, I seem to get thrown right back in. I will not for a single moment contemplate the decision to sit back and get sucked feet-adrift into this warped society."

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Ahh. Brad is so learned.

But for today, I'm just so tired of jostling.

I miss my old buddy Ernest. And then its times like these I'm thankful for the few good friends...
Passwords up! New one! "fcuk you" If you ever figure it out in the the first place though.

kenn thwacked an asshat munchkin' at 11:26 PM

Sunday, September 4

t.o.w. its independence day

"See I was only 8 years old that summer, and I always seemed to be in the way.
So I took myself down to the fair in town, on Independence Day!

So let freedom ring, let the white doves sing.
Let the whole world know that today, is a day for reckoning.
Let the weak be strong, let the right be wrong.
Roll the stone away, let the guilty pay, its Independence Day!"

--Independence Day

Okay. The context of the song is rather off, but in the very least it is indepedence day!

Or rather it was 4 independence days.

And they were fun! I had a lot of time to do the stuff I like to do alone without anyone to bother me. And it was also nice to feel for a while that you were the owner of the house and I being the asswipe of a high-maintainence control freak that I am, simply had to ensure that everything in the house was in its order. But it felt good. The only downside was the supply of food. Oh man. Food was scarce. I was indundated with Maggi Mee and takeouts and whatnot. But all in all, it was a nice time. Hopefully its a prelude of whats to come soon =) Studying in the States!

Of course for that to happen, I'd have to get a scholarship, which would mean having S papers, which would mean doing well for promos, which would finally mean I had better get my huge butt down to serious studying. As usual, I shall procrastinate and decide today that I shall start tomorrow. But I really think I will since theres nothing much to do anyway. Maybe except for the US Open.

But that has also lost a bit of its hype since my dear disciples fast-serve Roddick and fast-foot Nadal have all been unceremoniously dumped out of the competition. Nevertheless fast-age Agassi still looks good. I hope he beats Federer like 6-0 6-0 6-0. Federer is getting way to cocky and irritating. I miss jen. =(

I also miss bowling. But its ok! Gathering soon. Haha.

And I must get serious with my spanish lessons. But I guess that might have to wait after promos. Argh. Everything is after promos, during holidays, blah dee blah dee blah. I'm not very amused by that. But at least I'll have someone to practice Spanish with! Migael! Gracias por ayudar!

Ok. Apprentice time! Go girls! I hate ALL THE GUYS on that show. (Update-Yeah John got fired. That ass talks down to you so badly) Oh very quickly, AR is coming back! =)

Smile nice and shake your sorry behinds you fools. =)

kenn thwacked an asshat munchkin' at 11:05 PM