Filed under: Just bitching around
In the course of life one would have encountered many experiences that are deemed as unnecessary, and mostly such experiences like this would be avoided at all cost. One such thing that is currently intruding my life, I say intrude, is Project Work, and the fact that I am camping at my college’s library to write about this 8am in the morning says alot. Not forgetting that I was also working on it not more than 6 hours ago, which has led to less than 4 hours of sleep. So what right does this matter deserve to intrude, interrupt people’s lifes? Just because of the option of this course of education, so we get subjected to such lame obligement to carry out our task with our fullest capabilities. As time passes, it is probable that one grows into the subject as one gets used to breathing, but also hopefully not of the expense of having options to have no options. This is what education is about, an ugly truth hidden among layers and layers of dissimulation. I no longer care for the truth, but do wish the makers of PW harm, damn.
Got a job, not an exciting job, not a well paying one and not a job to be proud of. Just a job, and roughly about eight hours of working, I have developed not a single bit of liking to it. At least or the sake of money I shall bear with it. Washing, cleaning, scrubbing, baking, chopping, scooping , serving and moving unlike myself. Well, like I said, just for the sake of money. Maybe I can just treat it as a learning experience like how not to burn myself or bloody chop my fingernails off damn it. Truly freaked me out, but unfortunately I was not given the opportunity to fully take in the situation and feel anything since my performance was questioned. Guess I am more of an office guy, and would gladly stick to working with computers too! Rather type to my fingers rot them soak them in dishwashing liquid constantly and slowly chop them off slowly one by one starting with the nails. Results coming out soon! Which means that work would end soon too, but with no idea which of the two I should look forward to more positively.
Hohoho its happy holidays time with one pathetic week of not so much holidays since there are still such things known as supplmentary lessons. Certainly this 1 week of holiday is not pretty much enjoyed anyway since major exams are round the corner. Talking about missing out on fun, I missed out on this year’s Bay Beats with my friends, but I thought it’s alright since after all I get to spend my time with someone special 
Watched 12 Lotus and overall it was enjoyable, something like Chinese Soap Opera, but much better though cos the singing is not done in some kinda glass shattering super high pitch. It’s actually pretty pleasant and definitely kind to the ears. So what’s next? I expect just more book and more studies, unfortunately I am born into this world where I am suppose to waste my teen away through drowning myself in algebra and organic chemistry. Damn.
After loving you, I cant love another.
Hohoho, it’s finnally the end of the school exams! No more going back home and face mountains of text books. No more waking up feeling blue every morning to face the exams. No more lying on the bed and thinking of next day’s paper. But damn, there’s still the big exam at the end of this year. Time to put exams aside for now. Teacher’s day is coming, or maybe tomorrow. It’s kinda funny about how I differently I face Teacher’s day every year, last year I was dreading it and I remember when I was a kid in primary education i used to love and hate it alternatively. I guess it’s the factor of different teachers teaching in different years. This year I am sort of neutral to it, maybe leaning a little closer to looking forward to it, well of course it’s due to my last year on being inside this institution, looking back with the feel of nostalgia. Made some meaningful items for the teachers! Hope they don’t give the “What-the-hell-is-that” look when they see our products though.
I wonder if this event of Teacher’s Day is celebrated internationally. Meaningless though for having such a day, just for us to remember and better appreciate something. Anyway, I guess it’s not surprising we have such events such as Father’s Day and Teacher’s Day as it’s part of human nature to have constant reminders of almost everything and in this case, how to appreciate and show appreciation for what our teachers have contributed for us students. Wishing all teachers a Happy Teacher’s Day.
Filed under: Just bitching around
While I was reading this book entitled “The Five People You Meet in Heaven”, my sister suddenly asked me which are the five people I will want to meet when I go to heaven. Well I gave it a good thought and probably this ”five” will be pretty satisfactory. First up, I will want to meet Michael Jackson. Shoot him a few questions about his plastic surgery and maybe get him to dance some moves seen in the MTV of “Smooth Criminal”. Second person I will want to meet may be a little extreme, oh well, it’s Osama Bin Laden. Why not uncover some great secrets from the most wanted man on earth? While I was about to move on to think of the third person whom I want to meet, my sister suddenly brought my thoughts to a halt. Well, she asked “What makes you think you will go to heaven?” And I say “…” actually I have got nothing to say regarding that.
For the past four days I have got myself planted in the hall doing up exam papers, on the same chair, on the same table, and at the same spot, very cold spot. Being surrounded by an entourage of school mates is pretty cool, as in the silence that comes with it is chillingly unfamiliar. Scribbling, scribbling and scribbling with the occasional trips to the toilet and accidental misplace of writing materials. Except all that, there is no other noise. Being concealed in such an environment consistenly leads to wild imaginations inexplicably. While I was staring at my fingers this morning, I pictured that they would shatter under the stress of writing multitudinous numbers of words with a combination of frostbite associated to the cold.
I suppose that it is too much books for the time being and decide to blurt everything out here due to the limitations in which I can express myself at the current moment. So, instead of counting how many moles of H2O I have consumed today, maybe I should just burst out and dance in the rain. Desperation and exasperation can drive people to do real crazy stuff sometimes. I remember a guy which actually ran around the swimming pool (READ THIS) naked at approximately 6 in the evening on a cool Sunday, unfortunately the sun was still up to reveal some discrete secens. Needless to say, I definitely havent crossed the line onto that stage yet and even so I will gladly stick to my underpants and my brains.
It’s wednesday, and it’s three day since school started. I guess I do have something to say about this dreadful transformation back to school. So as usual I head to school every morning to listen to some mad cow rant to us poor students as if our hearing is not bad enough. Then we head back to class where we plant ourselves on plastic chairs and tables in which our hearing is further deproved by teachers chanting arithmathic and science. However, as it’s our final year in this institution, the authorities decided to make us have a memorable year to remember and therefore included a bonus ‘O’ Level Chinese Oral which is thie Friday. To pack a bigger punch, next Monday will be the release of my F&N ‘O’ Level part B coursework question, now thats uber fantastic Not to mention, I suck at Chinese and this Friday shall be judgement day.
I guess I am at a point of emotional breakdown, in which I just decide to smile and laugh my way through. Randomly, I am getting hooked on Michael Jackson songs lately. Time for some retro fittings.
Yes, monday blues are coming back again since I am starting school tommorrow. Time to wake up early, haul myself off the bed and report to school at some ungodly hour. Gosh, school is starting right tommorrow, that doesn’t seem to sound very right to me at this very moment. I am walking down the street, and I hope I can explode into some orange alien fudge, mainly cos I just feel like an alien, I dont belong here, and I definitely dont belong to school.
Have I done anything useful this holidays? No. Did I have enough of the holidays? No. Do I wish to get back to school? No. There doesn’t seem to be any positive answers. Prelims is right up, yawns. Really? O man I don’t even notice until I am typing it out right now. O wait, what time am I suppose to report to school tommorrow?
Just got back from morning ride with my buddies. Well it’s pretty fun, but I have got no mood to talk bout it. I am in a total haze right now. That kind of feeling that you just want to be alone, to sit down and just stone, you should know bout it. Now I just wish to vomit every bloody thing out on this blog. Everything was fine, until I discovered a fault in my bike, just some spoiled bearing yup, quite common which needs changing. So I happily went back to the bike shop and get it changed. Just a normal visit to the shop, until this farking China freek decided to come in and shop for a bike.
I bet you know how these foreign workers are like, they speak so bloody loud, behave so bloody rough and are just so farking stingy with money. To make things worse, buying something that only cost 12 dollars gives him this perception that he’s buying a bar of gold, inspecting it with the highest level of quality control. So I told him, “Hello, what you are buying is a pad lock, not an aeroplane, you dont have to inspect that thing for half an hour alright, the shop still has got other businesses.” I stood over him, staring at that bloody face of his, ready to give him a big tight fucking slap. I am not like that actually, but I am not feeling extremely cheerful recently.
Now time for the repairs, after removing the faulty part, it revealed another part inside it. The mechanic told me “dude, I think the whole thing is busted man, you gotta change everything.” O man I just gripped on the chair handles and wanted to cry my ass out, where to find the money?! (My english is becoming erratic right now) So I asked the dude to repair it, and after an hour of fiddling around, my worst fears are confirmed, it can be repaired. Now, this is the best time for the mechanic to proceed on to marketing mode, in which he pulled out a handful of replacements parts and instinctively I went for the cheapest. In the end I got one which I like, aweeeeeesome. 300 bucks poorer now. The swipe of my nets card slashed through me like a blade and of course worsen my already dull state of mind. It’s fathers day, and I got no more mood to go out and celebrate. I have got no choice but to run on back up money.
When I reached home finnally, I searched for some bread to eat, and most likely I will stick to bread for some time.
There is so much I have to say, but yet when I open my mouth nothing seems to come out. Inside I am filled to the brim, and yet when I want to vomit it all out it seems to be empty. There’s so much to do, study for the coming up prelims, which is already a heck load of work to complete. I have to do this, and I believe I can, for there is no choice anyway. I am not sad, not angry, just emotionless. Got a sense that my mood will get very bad real soon and I will wish for a guitar to smash, some drums to whack or even some bones to break. Or maybe, I am just going to be indifferent.
My heart broke when I saw those tears, and I fought back tears of my own, but I know we will get through this. I gonna miss you too~
