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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