Maximator.
I was exercising my legal right to buy alcohol just now. And because now I'm legal, I decided to throw my weight around.
The conversation I had with the man at the 7-11 counter went something like
Me: This one.
Him: Uhh...-gives meaningful look at my attire and demeanor-
Me: Need check IC?
nearly died of all that laughter but oh well.
But I can't help but recommend this:
It's like the best beer I've ever had the chance to..chance upon, and this wondrous concoction was discovered by the 3 of us only today (Wednesday). How something so wonderful could be hidden from us for such a long time remains a mystery, but it's not important anymore because what's important is that it had been found.
Normal beer, the 5% alcohol kind, has this bitter taste. Everyone who has ever tried beer before would understand that beer = bitter. But Maximator doesn't have this bitter taste at all. The bitter taste was covered by the sheer concentration of alcohol, allowing it to have this sweet-sour after taste, which could be a turn-on.
It was bloody nice I tells you. Bloody nice. The only downside to it is that it is making me freaking sleepy.
NIghtz <3
-- 9/30/2010 12:13:00 AM
I'd make it exclusive.
I''m getting increasingly jaded by friendships. It's a relationship that bears no fruit. I don't get to have sex with any of the girls I talk to, I don't particularly enjoy pinching my men's nipples anymore, and basically, they can offer nothing that I desire.And I don't desire much.
Contrary to popular belief, I like to be respected as a human being, and as a friend if you're supposed to be my friend. I don't know why I haven't been acting as such, thus this common misconception that I can be treated like shit, that I don't need to be valued as much, but that would change.
Get this straight--I don't need you in my life. You do.
I'm not going to act like I need anyone in my life anymore. I just realized that I have more spine than that, and that there's no need for me to act in such an ingratiating way so that people can feel better about themselves.
If you can't spare a thought for my dignity, I can't be fucked with a friendship as meaningless as such.
"Shame on you."
I've never moved away from peoples' lives, and they can always come back to me if they want to. I've blended into the surroundings because of this--comfortable to have around, but not of exceptional importance. Recent events have made me rethink my friend-making policy, and I realized that I'm doing it all wrong.
Why should I bother so much when people who don't bother at all gets more than I do?
Any cost-benefit analysis would tell me that I'm chalking up huge losses. Let's face it, given a choice I'd rather have a new computer than a new friend. What I've been doing so far doesn't make sense.
I keep burning and burning but it's not helping. I can keep on burning but would it help?
Do I want to?
I realized that I'm stretching my fire too far. It's regretful, but I'd make it exclusive now.
-- 9/27/2010 11:45:00 PM
Lights please, AJC.
As mentioned in one of blog posts a few days back (on Wednesday), I mentioned that AJC students are easily contented, like how poor people would be contented with just normal, simple fare. As long as it's enough to fill their stomachs, it's OK.
Beggars can't be choosers.
But if you deprive beggars of what they feed on, if you trample on their dignity, you're fucked. I remember LDW mentioned something about how you cannot give beggars like 5 cents, they will spit on you.
This is a clear example of how I'm spitting on AJC:
Yep, that was the scene at the canteen, 7.20AM in the morning.
Anyone in a school would know that corridor lights are normally switched on because schools don't particularly enjoy having their students missing classes because of retarded things like 'tripped in the dark', so why is it so dark in AJC?
Because..
...the school no money pay electrical bills.
No, the power tripped or something along those lines.
Which brings to mind what happens when you live in slightly older houses, where the fuse/electrical/whatever-you-call-it box is just beside the door. Whenever you experience a blackout, you check that box to see which switch flipped, and thus locate the faulty area.
My house used to take many trips, and I've learnt a thing or two.
Now I've moved into a newer house, and the box is in the 'bomb shelter', and we don't need to refer to it at all.
I guess you guys can't really get my point yet. My point is--AJC is freaking old. I don't know what went wrong back then but to have your electricity fail during the preliminary examinations itself is quite epic already. What's worse is this complete blackout days after the first fiasco which is the aforementioned preliminary examinations. Did the administrator actually think that the first case is an isolated incident and that power trips will not occur in the future?
Well, that's a dangerous way of thinking and apparently they are proven wrong. And since they are, I do hope they will look into this and ensure that we can take our A levels without fear of running out of cool air provided by the air-conditioners (since I'm bound to break out in cold sweat, this doesn't really affect me but I'm just speaking for the general population), or time-management provided by the digital clock (the teacher had to update the time he wrote with a marker on the whiteboard every 5 minutes), and no lights (contrary to popular belief, our roof is still standing and doing its best to block out natural sunlight and if AJC can't provide us with artificial light maybe they should look into solar power, ie removal of the roof).
Really, just provide us with standard examination conditions observed by other JCs in Singapore., and I'd lose a lot of reason to hate AJC. Maybe this is a form of psychological warfare, to instill within us an effect similar to the Stockholm syndrome. We're all trapped in AJC, they threaten us with retarded shit like the lack of electricity (a basic human right), and then they give it back to us during the examinations so that we feel indebted to them even though they were the ones who should provide us with it in the first place.
Really clever, AJC, really clever. I saw through this, so too bad for you, administration!
-shakes fist at everyone in the General Office-
Well this is quite off-topic but I'm going to write it down anyway since I uploaded the pictures already. Has anyone been to Stadium before? As in the Circle Line MRT station 'Stadium'. It can be quite intimidating actually. I've been through there once when I was going home after witnessing the burning of the 'Olympic' fire, and on several other occasions and I've always found the colour mix of the walls very intriguing. I've never alighted there though so I've never experienced just how intriguing it actually is.
It actually is more intriguing than the walls itself.
Well, if you're a stuntman and you're looking for a challenge, here's one. Try sliding down this:
I'm pretty sure that's at least 3 storeys high. When the escalator was bringing me up I was freaked out by the fact that if I lost my footing and my grip I will fall back down and die.
So I held on tightly and tried to lean forward.
I don't understand why it's built as such and I find it totally freaky.
Makes a good treadmill though (;
-- 9/26/2010 03:11:00 AM
I want to get pregnant.
I want to experience all the shades of life and alternative lifestyles available to me. As such, I will try to:1) do drugs
2) commit adultery
3) make people cheat on their partners using me
4) do crazy things
5) get drunk and do crazy things
6) get someone pregnant
7) get pregnant
So far I can only tick off 3 from this 7 items in this to-do list. This list is not exhaustive by the way.
And this post is written with the laptop of someone I just did item 3 with (;
But...
...I still wanna get pregnant :c
-- 9/23/2010 02:34:00 PM
MAAF 2010.
Normally in poor countries, people are easily satisfied. As long as they have the basic amenities like food, clothes, water, housing, electricity, they are contented and thus happy.People always talk badly about North Korea and how their quality of life is low because of their poor whatever-economics-term-you-wish-to-describe-them-with, but they forget that the North Koreans hardly protests against anything.
We can all agree that what we don't know makes us more ignorant about what we're missing out on, and this ignorance is bliss because our lives suck only when juxtaposed with the lives of others.
In short, what I'm trying to say is that all AJC people should be quite easily satisfied, as we were never given much in the first place. However, this also means that when something very basic, very essential is taken away from us, we feel the pain even more.
I felt the pain just now.
How are students supposed to take their examinations without proper ventilation? OK the story is, we had our Bio MCQ at 1PM earlier on in the hall. Perfectly normal, it wasn't that warm, but the fact remains that the power tripped.
Right now, I'd be content with AJC if the lights don't drop from above while we're doing our A levels. I just hope the electricity will be working and the school building remains intact.
AJC will collapse some day. Best to steer clear, seriously.
Guys, be educated. Make an informed choice. DO NOT COME TO AJC. It's time for this school to end, seriously. Just don't come, and the school would have to close due to no intake.
I saw this grandmother and her grandson on the bus just now. I thought that that was a warm and beautiful picture, so I took it. It was poorly taken because I was too close to them and couldn't get a clear shot without being too obvious. This is probably the best I can do:
Which brings to mind the obstinacy of people. We all need someone to rely on every now and then, but we don't show it because unlike children, we have developed a retarded sentiment, otherwise known as pride.
Yea well, I don't know what to say anymore. I'm not the boy in the picture, and I can't bring myself to be. There's something about this festive season that always affects me so, sorry if I've PMS-ed on you some way or another. What I expressed at that given time is and will remain real, but those feelings are hardly expressed because they make me child-like.
'persistence in vision' from 4 years back.
But just because I don't act like a child doesn't mean I don't feel like one. And liquid courage never did and never would help me loosen my inhibitions nor express myself better.
It's not that you pissed me off or anything. It's just that I decided to be truthful for a change.
Here's a random picture I took of the moon anyway.
It's interesting how we've all turned to electronic lanterns that cannot burn. Sure, it comes with sound effects and is a much safer way to celebrate, but isn't it like eating away at what used to be the norm? Having a candle-lit dinner, I mean lantern, makes us more careful when handling the lanterns because we don't want it to burn it before the night is over.
Kids these days simply smash their 'lanterns' on the floor, onto other people's lanterns, onto other peoples' faces, as if their lanterns are like swords. Like that fun meh? What about the thrill and subsequently a sense of loss one gets when seeing his/her lantern burning up in flames?
Why is it sometimes called 'Mid-Autumn Festival' and sometimes, 'Lantern Festival'?
Why doesn't anybody send congratulatory messages for this festive occasion?
I need virgin blood on my dick.
Random thoughts.
-- 9/22/2010 08:45:00 PM
Lantern Festival 2010.
Apparently technology fails. I've been on the receiving end of fail-technology for years. My first computer couldn't play Runescape, the one after that kept crashing every hour or so, and now the current one..isn't very much better. The screen blacks out for a few seconds erratically, resets time and date to July 2007 every time I try to be a turn on, and lags all the time.I reformatted it yesterday. It's still lagging.
But that's not why I wanted to talk about technology. I did mention something about RIV's Lantern Festival and the picture I wanted to show you people right? Well, wait no further because it won't be coming. Apparently, technology failed as usual and my friend lost the picture. But oh well. It's not that important anyway.
So, Lantern Festival @ RIV. Well it was the usual, I have no idea why the Spooky House is a hit as usual. It is a 'must-go' for everyone present apparently, because the people who bother queuing up never bother to check the prices and are not bothered by the length of the queue. I heard that last year they earnt around 2k, and they charge people who visit 2 dollars each. What a lucrative business, grab a few alumni members to help out and you net 2k. But that's not the point. Actually, I don't know what is. I'm always torn apart when it's this time of the year.
I'd always have to choose between my own family gathering and going back to help out in school. Of course, family > school, but there'd always be this lingering sense of regret that I could've helped out too. Not that I was doing much, but my presence would certainly be of use, seeing as my natural charisma creates a gravitational effect on people to myself.
It's always the time of the year when I start thinking about what was, what could've been, and what might be. But I've learnt, it's impossible for me to be caught up anymore, there's this distancing effect one has with age and I've wizened up and thus become more distant. It's no longer possible for me to jump into things anymore and I don't like that.
Right now, I'm cutting down on pointless contacts. There are people I don't want to talk to. You may feel insecure about your status in my life, but I just simply don't feel like dealing with people who are not important in my life.
There are 3 kinds of people you will meet in your life.
1) The one you have to talk to all the time. You need such people to live, to cover your ass when you slack off, to tell you what you need to bring to school, et cetera. You contact such people highly often and their names can roll off your tongue.
2) The kind of people that was type 1. Your friends from a school you graduated from will fit into this category nicely. You will miss these people because memories are like Polaroids--distant, faded, but precious because they come in limited quantities. There's someone I promised to write an erotica for/about, well, you fit in here and hello I do hope you read this (;
3) The kind of people that adds you randomly and starts expecting you to be very involved in their lives. It could be the type that you deal with when you have the time/energy, or when you're just bored. But they won't appreciate that because they want you to be involved in their lives anyway. You end up talking to this type of people a lot, because they are out of place, you don't meet them often, and you want some sense of novelty.
I meet many type 3 people, because I leave my email address lying around. It is an interesting lifestyle actually, I get to meet many interesting people and not-so-interesting people. They are not necessary in your lives, but a good complement to you otherwise boring, highly-uniformed type 1/type 2. Type 3 people usually spices up life.
But there are always exceptions. Tonight, I just raged on a type 3 person tonight. TO be honest, I think she could be reading this, so hello, but I'd like to reinforce that I am still alive, you're not standing over me and laughing at me maniacally as I lay dying, your curse didn't work, your chant didn't work, your lies didn't work, and right now, I really cannot be bothered with you anymore. It was a mistake getting to know you last year, but you make an interesting story so I won't label you as a regret.
Perhaps, many days later, I'd really be cursed to death by you. But who cares about who has the last laugh? I'm happy now. And that's all that matters, for now.
For now, get out of my life, thanks.
Awright. Time to immerse myself in this festive season while I catch myself contemplating to send or not to send the message.
-- 9/22/2010 01:28:00 AM
'Study?' 'Study.'
I was at my mum's office on Saturday when her male angmoh colleague made his appearance. It was quite imposing and all because angmohs are hairier than Chinese men and I shaved and had no facial hair to protect my dignity. I swear, his sideburns were flaming.So anyway, because of my 4AM stint the night before, I was knocked out and started sleeping/drooling on a table near my mum. When we left the office, I had this sudden urge to pee. So I did, and the angmoh followed me.
We had an interesting conversation mid-stream. I've always been slightly uncomfortable talking when pissing, because it's weird. Have you seen snipers in war films? They don't talk when they are killing people. Screw that, they don't even breathe when shooting. I like to think of myself as a warrior who is trying to destroy the enemy (urinal) through slow erosion. That's where the adage '滴水穿石‘ came from (it means dripping water penetrates stone, a clear indication that small dicks win).
So I was appalled when he rumbled 'Are you Teng's son?'
The conversation went like this:
Him: Are you Teng's son?
Me: Yea.
Him: So what do you come here to do?
Me: Normally I come here to study.
Him: Study. <--with a hint of sarcasm...
...because he saw me sleeping when he came over to my mum's table to talk to my mum.
'Study.'
What an angmoh asshole, I am xenophobic let's drive them out!!!111!!!
...just joking. He's hot <3
So after we left, my mum brought me to eat buffet at Holiday Inn. Here's an artistic picture I took:
I like to stare out of windows. It's kinda..soothing to see other people busying about for a change. I am a laidback person, I know, but I do like the thrill of being busy at times. I like watching cars speeding by and the increasing length of shadows cast by the building I'm in. I like seeing, but not feeling, the effects of the sun (air-conditioners).
On a completely different note, I was reminded of the dinner I had recently. I was caught in this situation in which 3 guys were spamming real information and having a mini-debate about world affairs. I was caught in the crossfire and with not enough information to create/defend my stand, I obediently withdrew from the conversation and went back to playing Bomberman on my phone.
The fervour with which they spoke with was frightening. I never bothered with things that don't directly affect me--I'd only make noise when the price of my favourite button mushrooms rise. And I already made noise. It was 60cents 8 years back, it's around 1dollar now :c
I like to think, but I like to think alone. I realized that I enjoy solitude. No, I don't find it particularly cool, I do crave for company at times and exhibit this want from time to time, but I still prefer being slightly withdrawn. It makes things easier, I don't have to accommodate the thoughts of others, their views, their needs. I can have a very bigoted view of things and not have to substantiate my view.
I don't like the idea of being tied down by people. There is always safety in numbers, but also peer pressure (encouragement, discouragement) and an invasion of privacy.
Oh well. I'm going to blog about Lantern Festival@RIV in my next post when I get the pictures I want to use.
Oh and I was offline earlier on when I realized that I needed to check a word out lest I appear stupid in my SMS. It was quite a weird feeling flipping open the yellowed pages of the dinosaur otherwise known as a dictionary. I've only had this need for dictionary online, so this was quite a novel experience. I can't understand why some people are so lazy they won't even check out words online =.=
-- 9/20/2010 02:21:00 AM
Irrational acts.
Sometimes, I try to explain things to people. There are simple ideals that I try to educate, and I hardly bother with trying to explain what may seem like rocket science to people. I'm not saying that they are dumb and that I am smart, although admittedly, I AM smart, but my point is that there are things that are easy to grasp, and that sometimes I do try to disseminate such information.We all have our different perspectives and opinions and they normally clash because of our different values. Our paradigms define us. Take for example a religious person and an atheist. The atheist is anti-religion, the religious person is, well, religious. Arguments between these 2 types of people might become fiery due to this difference in paradigm and each individual's attempts at inducing a paradigm shift. It becomes personal, because religion is something people build their lives around. It is also understandable that such debates could ruffle some feathers.
Perhaps the act of debating with a religious person using science is already an irrational one, which in turn induces irrational responses from the religious person who would then be a victim. No, don't get me wrong, I'm not saying that religion is irrational. I'm saying that the act of speaking against religion is irrational. And why is that so? How could anyone hope to induce such a huge paradigm shift of a religious person in a short time frame of a debate? It's a waste of both the speaker's time and the audience's, because if one is into religion, one is into religion and nothing can shake that faith.
Moreover, by attacking religion, the perpetrator is already committing 1) an irrational act, 2) an act of provocation.
It is for these reasons that I've stopped speaking against religious people. I can't change them, they can't change me, we co-exist better this way.
There are other values and cultures which people hold true. When we discuss such things callously, people can feel victimized. However, I do not understand why such discussions cannot be held in the first place. It probably is pointless, but it is still important to note that no one has the rights to piss all over another person unless provoked explicitly. I don't think I provoked you explicitly, and even if I did I apologized. I believe I presented my argument objectively, but left you a sliver of hope that it's different for you. I know it was quite wrong of me to have started on that topic in the first place, but I haven't exploded on you.
You're angry, I understand. Do what you deem fit when you've regained your composure.
-- 9/16/2010 01:46:00 AM
Confession of a slacker-bitch.
No, really, just because I made a pre-prelim post does not mean that I am prepared for prelims or that I am arsed enough about prelims to start studying. No, it does not mean that.I know I should be like mortally afraid of prelims and be fearful enough to start studying. This fear reminds me of the time when Mr. Lee HB quoted Napoleon about how there are 2 ways to drive a man--by interest or by fear.
Clearly, prelims or A levels is not something anyone could possibly be interested in. Studying? Naw, how could that ever be interesting when compared to the other distractions in life ? Studying is not interactive enough to be called interesting, and really it's just a chore, you simply have to push stuff aside to store more shit and absorb and absorb and absorb.
And this is what happens if one were to absorb too much:
That aside, I am really really worried, and quite disturbed by my indifference towards prelims and perhaps A levels. I keep thinking along the lines that it is OK and perfectly normal to do badly, or not fare very well, for prelims because there's 'still time' to study for A levels. I am especially emboldened by the fact that my L1R5 score of around what, 30, for my Prelim 3 in Cat High managed to shrink drastically to a 10. I keep thinking that if a miracle could happen 2 years back, it definitely could happen again and that even if it wouldn't, with my 'superior intellect' I can definitely catch up.
As such, I keep pushing this topic to a later date, because I keep thinking that I can catch up anyway, 'One topic a day also can'.
I keep pushing everything back. I keep thinking that I can catch up.
I can't be arsed.
Why am I not stressed? This isn't a declaration of victory over emotions. I need to feel stress. I need to start studying. It's just another 2 months before the start of A's. I need to feel the heat. I need to start studying. And no matter what I say I know deep down that I'm not prepared to put aside all the time I need to buck up. I need to do well enough to get straight B-s. OK actually the entry requirements are BBC/C, but kiasu abit.
My friend said that if I could feel stressed about not feeling stressed, then I could start feeling stressed. It better come now.
And as of this writing and throughout the course of it I was, and still am, fishing on Runescape.
-- 9/14/2010 09:43:00 PM
This is a random post before prelims.
I was reading the New Paper at my cousin's house when I came across this article, which would bring a lump to the throats of many:
Yes, apparently pornography, even in its digital form, IS ILLEGAL. The world is coming to an end, someone shoot me please. The article even went on to write about how many clips one can possess that would not be considered as 'excessive' (less than 20). Apparently, porn can be enjoyed alone, but not be spread amongst friends. OK to be honest I forgot what the article was about, it was like what a few days back when I read it. But the point is, it's OK to have porn (because the government knows that humans have their voyeuristic needs), but you're not supposed to spread it around for commercial gains nor show it in public. That's the point of the article, more or less.
And having more than 20 clips is against this rule because one can't watch more than a clip at a time thus above 20 clips would be an overkill, and the excessive videos would probably be for communal use/dissemination purposes--thus this rule.
But wtf? So I've been flouting this rule for years? OK well perhaps not, I lost my porno-memory card back in my Cat High days (I used to be the hub of handphone porn, bluetooth for the win), but after that I haven't bothered with handphone porn for awhile. Now I only have around 5 clips on my phone and perhaps another 10 in the computer.
Still less than 20, too small to start a commercial hub.
But really, what is my point? I forgot.
Well perhaps what I am trying to do here is to educate you ignorant people that porn is illegal, only when found present in abundance. Don't get caught, stay safe guys <3
I can't really relate to porn now, I am above porn. Porn is a one-way thing, you watch what's already recorded and that is boring. I don't like porn because of that, so I'm never watching porn again. I prefer something more interactive (;
Yep, this is a random post before prelims. Apathy is killing me.
-- 9/12/2010 09:16:00 PM
希望她睡得着
Well tonight's the last night at my aunt's house. I'd be leaving the company of my 3 lovely cousins :c but that's alright because that'd mean I'd regain my freedom.I've been banished here in a remote area far from civilization (Tampines) by my mum in the hopes that I'd start studying under the strict supervision of my aunt while my mum is in Taiwan enjoying her 5-day trip with my sister before leaving for home (presumably in tears, since she'd be leaving my sister to fend for herself in Taiwan). So far, the plan hasn't been working very well.
Here's a rough breakdown why:
Monday night: Went to watch 'Haunted Changi'. Wellllll I'd say that it was a crappy movie. 80minutes, but since it's a local production, I guess it's worth supporting.
Tuesday night: My grandfather treated me to some dinner thingum. It was awesome, in the sense that my glass of beer was perpetually filled, by the magic of professional waitresses who went about their job without much fanfare nor appreciation. My grandfather's friends were sitting around while my grandfather played host and flitted from table to table, and they egged me on 'Beer cannot get you drunk one, try Martell'. And they actually offered me that (one sip and I knew it's potency).
Bad thing about that night is the aftermath. I think I had some mild form of psychosis, that or a bad dream, because what I saw was me talking to my cousins in their room (real-time) in the dead of the night when the 2 of them should have already been asleep, and I knew deep down that they are asleep.
Too much alcohol tsk tsk tsk.
I did go out on Wednesday for Sakae buffet at J8 though. Epic stuff, I nearly puked on my way home because I was that full.
The rest of the nights were spent in relative comfort. Kinda boring actually, but oh well. Must really thank my aunt and uncle and their cousins for their hospitality (:
Well now my mum is back in Singapore, it's back to Sengkang (and civilization), so concludes the past 5 days I spent in 'book camp'.
-- 9/10/2010 01:37:00 AM
Tell Laura I love her~
I've always marvelled at the fact that I'm more informed of oldies than most of the other people I know. When I put up the highly 'controversial' personal message going 'Tell Laura I love her', quite a few of my friends started asking 'Who is Laura?'Which begs the question--how the hell did I get to know this song in the first place? I'm not too sure myself, it's probably in those oldies CD my father used to play on the car and due to it's epic-ly catchy/cheesy tune it got stuck in my head and I began to associate classics to that/Only You, which is mushy enough itself too.
But how could the rest of the teenage population not know a song like that?! Don't their parents play those songs? The songs in my phone have an average age of 7 years, meaning I probably heard these songs when I was P5 and they got stuck in my head since then.
Enough of the 'ignorance' of my friends, perhaps I'm really the one with a weird family upbringing (hence my demeanor). That aside, here's something even more disturbing: People who -gasps- don't know about the existence of desktops!!!111!!!
No, really, it's quite a problem. When I posted this:
a lot of leg hair (mine) fell out when cleaning my keyboard, this is kinda telling of my sitting position :c
as my Facebook status, many people thought that I was actually sitting on my keyboard. But nooo that wasn't true. As such, I will prove to you guys how this feat is physiologically possible:
And this is the amount of filth four years of being unwashed could accumulate:
On a completely random note, this is probably the last time this year I'd get to type out a post using my sis' laptop. She's going Taiwan for an overseas exchange program, and would be missing for 4 months. Oh well. I made a slideshow about how she's a -fills in insults-, how sweet of me (;
-- 9/06/2010 02:27:00 AM
Cat High + SNGS + SCGS = Threesome.
I'm not supportive of Cat High going IP. I went back to Cat High on Teachers' Day and a teacher was talking to us about Cat High students' mentality.Teacher: What were you doing when you were in Sec1?
Us: Nothing, slacking?
Teacher: What were you doing when you were in Sec2?
Us: Still slacking.
Teacher: What were you doing when you were in Sec3?
Us: Still slacking.
Teacher: what were you doing when you were in Sec4?
Us: Then start working lor.
There's this trend of Cat High students doing last minute chionging. We do well only because our strategies are for last-minute chionging. A levels at the end of a 6-year course will not benefit us, because of this trend which I hope could still be observed (because last-minute workers are fun, such as myself).
Another thing about 'turning IP' is about imitation. As they say, 'Imitation is the highest form of flattery'. There is nothing to be proud of when we are only emulating the current IP schools. It's like we've been denied the 'rights to IP', only to be granted now after the current IP schools have been established. Doesn't that make us 'second-grade citizens'? Why go IP anyway? It's not like it's the epitome of education for Singaporeans. The fact that we're turning IP is quite demeaning to the students who have taken the O's when IP was first introduced, because it becomes almost as if we've been shortchanged.
It's quite an emotive issue. The pasture is always greener on the other side, but this is too much, we've moved over but is it really a wise choice? And since we've moved over, we're 'second' in this rat race(or cow race, since cows love grass), no?
The only good thing about this is that Cat High is entering a threesome with SNGS and SCGS. Very nice. They are finally beginning to observe the proper breeding ratio of 1male:4females. Threesome sounds kinky. I hope they have fun. I hope they don't screw up their A's. I hope this will turn Cat High into a better school.
This does not make me any more supportive of the IP program.
When RI and RGS merged to form RIJC, they are the top A level school, along with HCI (HCI + NYGH), they are still fighting it out. Their leaving of O levels made it a playground for Cat High and related schools. If this new 'alliance/merger' results in a JC which DOES NOT YIELD RESULTS, what does it say about the quality of Cat High students?
It's another pride issue and I don't want to think of Cat High having to deal with this. Of course, it'd be great if this new alliance results in the unprecedented toppling of the A level board, but if it doesn't it would cement the impression that Cat High <>
Oh, by the way, realized that I didn't include SJI/VS in this equation? Yea, that was intended, I didn't 'forget' about them, I just don't think they need to be included in this 'rivalry'.
And my pride in the school would be thoroughly shattered.
We'd see the results in 2019. I hope my pride remains intact.
I hope I'm coherent enough. It's not a very rational post I must admit.
P.S. WK just brought up a good point. The spirit of Cat High being spread all over Singapore would be lost. Cat High people would no longer be able to spread their seed all over Singapore JCs/Polytechnics. Only people within the JC that Cat High is to be integrated into will know of the awesomeness of Cat High students. The education system would then become seriously biased because of the awesomeness of this new JC. This is unfair to all other students because they are then deprived of the chance to meet Cat High students.
To quote:
waikit. says:
serious
despo poser attention seeking dudes all across all the jcs and polys in singapore
people will learn to miss that
"eh why he liddat one"
"orh cat high one"
"orh"
we will miss that
Cat High students can no longer spread their seed outside of this designated gene pool. Founder effect would occur, leading to loss of variation due to limited gene pool, and offspring which may not be viable. And we are all helpless to stop this change.
We can no longer propagate Cat High ideals, which are already branded within us, which is that: The Catholic High student is a gentleman and bilingual scholar of high integrity and robust character, who is passionate about life, learning, and service to others (give or take a few commas).
IP =/= good.
-- 9/01/2010 08:51:00 PM