Oh gosh! I under-achieved this term. In fact, I was kinda like sabotaged by my class this year. No one would want teachers to teach them just for the sake of wasting time, do they? I've failed so much that the teacher, whom obviously is one of those lousy teachers I'm pinpointing to, even force us to study until we develop physical pain (Eg. Muscle degradation, limps growing shorter, getting fatter than that teacher). Oh the humanity... I don't deserve a break, do I?
Today marks the start of the March holiday. Ironically the March holiday is NOT a holiday. It is just a week to separate Term 1 from Term 2. 9 days. We can do nothing but study, study and die. I don't understand our society teachings. I mean, are we meant for this kind of life? This... this... totally meritocratic world of rat race? It's just like a person who studies a lot can only be outwitted by people who study more than them. Then this competition would go on and on until people study too much and eager for suicide. Now stress is like a contagious disease where our superiors force the cure from us, so we can do nothing to prevent nor cure stress, other than accumulate even more stress and die with stress.
March 11, 2011
March 10, 2011
"He who claims false honor suffers being despised."
The same guy who never fails to harass me. The guy who made my life miserable. The one who shits and requests people to wipe his ass on his behalf. Only now did I realize fully why people hated him to such an unbelievable extent. Even people who didn't know him also hated him thanks to gossips and make-believe games. Yeah, today was another event where his sadistic attitude acted again. This time, obviously, was me.
Fancy the facts that my entire life is his target to humiliate and "pick on". Simply saying, I can never do a thing without his comment. He's like a fucking sadistic gay, who "sticks" himself on me when no one's around and observing every movement I did, then plan and deploy humiliations on me. I ain't done anything to retaliate yet, so he takes this advantage to damage my emotions by hiding among his new "gang", those uncontrollable and monstrous baboons whom I mentioned in my previous post.
He thinks he can hurt the sensitive me. He has yet to catch-up with Time itself. He thinks I ain't have any friends to depend on, and gets hurt and will never do anything to defend myself, thus an easy target. Truth is... One fire-ant ain't enough to hurt a person, but a horde of fire-ants spells the person's life goodbye.
My friend saw him harassing me verbally, then told me not to bother about that sadist. Then my other friend said this, "If he call you a gay, you can call him genderless."
I kinda admit that his ego has already been scarred very badly since last year. No doubt people will hate him for his sadistic personality disorder, thus his once-friends left him and treated him like dust.I have yet to insult him... Not that I ain't the guts, but I just felt that insults are so uncool...
March 08, 2011
Music
As I was searching for the handy sharpener of mine, I had to browse through the drawer of antiques and junks. I found something which brought back those 'unforgetable' memories, which ironically, I seem to have forgotten. It was a recorder(the music instrument, not the gadget for recording voices and musics). Because of this, I could recall my past experiences with music and musical instruments... Indeed, it might be a good time to share some cute memories of mine.
Let us go all the way back. Back to kindergarten. That time, I clearly recall and doubtlessly regret the fact that I was only 4-going-5 years old. The most mischievous brat in the entire nursery. My first encounter with music was when I learnt alphabets until the third day. The third day, we sung the ABC song. Everyone were newbies to this, yet I grasped the tunes and lyrics upon my teacher singing the second time. Yeah, I stood out very remarkably. Then after that was me always singing, non-stop like a chicken's ass, and the teacher actually got pissed off by me. Then she dragged me on the floor and abusing me and stuff. Yeah, you should be able to imagine. I was embarrassed in front of the entire kindergarten class, my parents were informed of my mischief and I was refrained from brunch. Kindergarten teachers aren't that cruel, so the teacher gave me a handful of snacks. I was gracious of it.
Next, we learnt to sing newer songs, I developed a phobia of singing because of the dragging-on-the-floor and embarrassment. So I didn't sing. The teacher saw me not singing, then dragged me out of the class. She then 'tutored' me on how to sing. I was narrow-minded on vocabulary, so the only thing I repeated was "I don't want." The teacher was really kind to me afterward and start encouraging me. I continued not to sing and this dragged all the way to Primary 3. When we first learnt the recorder, I didn't have to sing. I was glad so. I blew the recorder at the top of my voice, everyone looked at me. Then I felt a different form of attention towards me. Everyone seemed amused and jealous of me for being able to do so. I was like kept blowing at the recorder until Ms Pravithra(present- Mrs Chris) told me to shut up, I did.
I sucked a lot in the recorder, until I've reached Primary 5, I became frightened by both singing and recorder. Primary 6 marked the very first music test of mine. I was always nervous about it, until Peh Yu Heng 'partnered' me for this test. I was anxious that I would fail, but then Yu Heng then encouraged me by asking, "You got sing the national anthem one right?" Then I was encouraged. In the test, we sung a retarded duo. Guess what, my voice back then was frigging awesome, thrice as good as Justin Bieber, or maybe more than that. Furthermore, I haven't hit puberty yet. Yu Heng flunked it with supposedly a C grade, but my awesomeness gave us an A grade. Many were impressed, so did I.
Now, we shall move on to Secondary Two, cos sec 1 was nothing interesting to be talked about. Secondary Two was the first time I ever touched the famous instrument; a Guitar! Obviously, I sucked in it. Yet my class covered the song for me, I just had to pretend to play. I only had to pretend, sit back, relax and enjoy the performance. Our class was staged for a guitar performance, I was encouraged and even played and contributed into the song. Despite my lousy skills, I had confidence. I continued playing and didn't read the song sheet. Every single audience were touched by my participation. Thus they applauded like thunder. I feel proud.
When we reached Secondary Three, we stopped learning music. However my life ain't rid of music yet. I developed a sense of appreciation for pop songs, then K-pop, then some other nice songs. These songs clouded my mind. Now I'm preoccupied by self-anticipated songs. Music flows in my mind, every week is a new song, or one I invented before and "now playing". Every now and then, I would sing nice songs, or hot ones live on radio. An example is Katy Perry's "Firework" and Bruno Mar's "Grenade". I also practiced on the guitar and finally I've mastered it.
Now, I'm Secondary Four. A critical year for me and everyone else. Forever I'm stressed with school work. However, this doesn't distract me from my musical life. I still have music flowing in my head. Now, I even tried playing the piano. Now I'm still trying to learn the piano ALL BY MYSELF. As long as I believe. Nothing is impossible. Feel a passion and enjoy it, as things start off with friction, then naturally they will turn smooth, just for you.
Let us go all the way back. Back to kindergarten. That time, I clearly recall and doubtlessly regret the fact that I was only 4-going-5 years old. The most mischievous brat in the entire nursery. My first encounter with music was when I learnt alphabets until the third day. The third day, we sung the ABC song. Everyone were newbies to this, yet I grasped the tunes and lyrics upon my teacher singing the second time. Yeah, I stood out very remarkably. Then after that was me always singing, non-stop like a chicken's ass, and the teacher actually got pissed off by me. Then she dragged me on the floor and abusing me and stuff. Yeah, you should be able to imagine. I was embarrassed in front of the entire kindergarten class, my parents were informed of my mischief and I was refrained from brunch. Kindergarten teachers aren't that cruel, so the teacher gave me a handful of snacks. I was gracious of it.
Next, we learnt to sing newer songs, I developed a phobia of singing because of the dragging-on-the-floor and embarrassment. So I didn't sing. The teacher saw me not singing, then dragged me out of the class. She then 'tutored' me on how to sing. I was narrow-minded on vocabulary, so the only thing I repeated was "I don't want." The teacher was really kind to me afterward and start encouraging me. I continued not to sing and this dragged all the way to Primary 3. When we first learnt the recorder, I didn't have to sing. I was glad so. I blew the recorder at the top of my voice, everyone looked at me. Then I felt a different form of attention towards me. Everyone seemed amused and jealous of me for being able to do so. I was like kept blowing at the recorder until Ms Pravithra(present- Mrs Chris) told me to shut up, I did.
I sucked a lot in the recorder, until I've reached Primary 5, I became frightened by both singing and recorder. Primary 6 marked the very first music test of mine. I was always nervous about it, until Peh Yu Heng 'partnered' me for this test. I was anxious that I would fail, but then Yu Heng then encouraged me by asking, "You got sing the national anthem one right?" Then I was encouraged. In the test, we sung a retarded duo. Guess what, my voice back then was frigging awesome, thrice as good as Justin Bieber, or maybe more than that. Furthermore, I haven't hit puberty yet. Yu Heng flunked it with supposedly a C grade, but my awesomeness gave us an A grade. Many were impressed, so did I.
Now, we shall move on to Secondary Two, cos sec 1 was nothing interesting to be talked about. Secondary Two was the first time I ever touched the famous instrument; a Guitar! Obviously, I sucked in it. Yet my class covered the song for me, I just had to pretend to play. I only had to pretend, sit back, relax and enjoy the performance. Our class was staged for a guitar performance, I was encouraged and even played and contributed into the song. Despite my lousy skills, I had confidence. I continued playing and didn't read the song sheet. Every single audience were touched by my participation. Thus they applauded like thunder. I feel proud.
When we reached Secondary Three, we stopped learning music. However my life ain't rid of music yet. I developed a sense of appreciation for pop songs, then K-pop, then some other nice songs. These songs clouded my mind. Now I'm preoccupied by self-anticipated songs. Music flows in my mind, every week is a new song, or one I invented before and "now playing". Every now and then, I would sing nice songs, or hot ones live on radio. An example is Katy Perry's "Firework" and Bruno Mar's "Grenade". I also practiced on the guitar and finally I've mastered it.
Now, I'm Secondary Four. A critical year for me and everyone else. Forever I'm stressed with school work. However, this doesn't distract me from my musical life. I still have music flowing in my head. Now, I even tried playing the piano. Now I'm still trying to learn the piano ALL BY MYSELF. As long as I believe. Nothing is impossible. Feel a passion and enjoy it, as things start off with friction, then naturally they will turn smooth, just for you.
March 07, 2011
"Every Yin follows a Yang to balance the world"---Chinese philosophy
Notably, my class is currently the best example. Yet I kinda disagree, as the population of pessimists beat the population of optimists to the ratio of 39:1... Yep, the one single opportunist is the author of this post, ME!
My head ain't down yet, just because I failed rather miserably for this common test. I saw others were always asking this: "Fail right?" Every single year, every single day, I told myself "not to expect the worst". Yet my class attitude just aims to cripple my determination. They are far worse than my younger brother. They're forever on the loose. They can never be controlled. Even my teachers lost to them in terms of attitude control. Well, put it this way. Assume they were fire and my teachers were water, they would occupy the entire room and evaporate my teachers before they even touch my classmates. O Jesus, please bless my soul. Let not the sin of sloth touch my soul... ...
The 'O' Levels are like so close now, yet they can give the 'slack' attitude. I'd be better off doing homework and schoolwork at home than mix around them, for they only serve as 'cartoon' to distract me with satire, sexual jokes and acts of trolling and rebellion against authority. I'm getting frustrated. Still, wish I'd be better off playing basketball with them instead of doing schoolwork with distraction by these jokers. Wish I'd be in my home watching anime and studying and listening to songs and playing for a longer period of time right now, than stuck with baboons and becoming one of them. Well... I kinda felt I was a crazy baboon back then... Good times...
March 06, 2011
"The human brain is a double-edge sword. It is so sharp that it could cut metal like butter, as well as cut us like jellybeans" --random profound saying.
Creation versus evolution, the main topic of today's scientists' arguments. I really want to know whether we were created superior, or born from our ancestors who were apes. We have brains to dominate everything; fish, leopard, tiger, dogs, horses, zebras, giraffe, skunks, cats, sharks, chameleons, bulldogs, and even... GEE-raff... Whatever!
We are the one and only species on this planet who can channel the nerves of our ENTIRE body right from our brains. Well, we have 5 senses, just like the rest of our furry friends. Most, and I mean MOST, of us are indifferent from the animals I mentioned earlier, as well as those I just don't feel like mentioning; we want to SURVIVE!
Perhaps evolution and the abuse of our human brain has crippled our senses. For example, a dog can sniff a very long distance, yet how much can we smell? Maybe the bowl of chicken curry from the television broadcast from Channel 5... We can run maybe round 5 km/h or so, and maybe 9000 miles per hour for the psycho-maniacs like Crash. However, our leopard friends could run faster than us, yet slower than the psycho-maniacs I mentioned earlier.
We have our own languages. We have: English, Latin, Greek, Chinese, Malay, Tamil, Arabic, Korean, Spanish, French, German, Morse code, hand sign, vulgar expressions, Draconian, EVERYTHING WE COULD IMAGINE! Even music is a form of language. Compared to the animals... Well... I suggest that you DO believe me that there is a huge difference between a forest and a concert. Compare cricket sounds with our guitars, water dripping sounds with our bass, frog croaking with trumpets. That will explain a lot.
However, brain power comes with irrational consequences. The animals biggest threats are predators. They escape from their predators by running, or even adapt to defend themselves against those big meanies by say... shedding their skins or grow scary patterns to scare them. They never fight back and become their predators' predators. Yet we humans are so... peculiar. Our biggest threats are other people. We escape by driving cars, or even 'adapt' against those (same size) meanies by say... creating weapons to KILL our "predators" or grow scary traps to 'scare' them. We always fight back and become our predators' predators. It's a dog-eat-dog world here.
Creation versus evolution, the main topic of today's scientists' arguments. I really want to know whether we were created superior, or born from our ancestors who were apes. We have brains to dominate everything; fish, leopard, tiger, dogs, horses, zebras, giraffe, skunks, cats, sharks, chameleons, bulldogs, and even... GEE-raff... Whatever!
We are the one and only species on this planet who can channel the nerves of our ENTIRE body right from our brains. Well, we have 5 senses, just like the rest of our furry friends. Most, and I mean MOST, of us are indifferent from the animals I mentioned earlier, as well as those I just don't feel like mentioning; we want to SURVIVE!
Perhaps evolution and the abuse of our human brain has crippled our senses. For example, a dog can sniff a very long distance, yet how much can we smell? Maybe the bowl of chicken curry from the television broadcast from Channel 5... We can run maybe round 5 km/h or so, and maybe 9000 miles per hour for the psycho-maniacs like Crash. However, our leopard friends could run faster than us, yet slower than the psycho-maniacs I mentioned earlier.
We have our own languages. We have: English, Latin, Greek, Chinese, Malay, Tamil, Arabic, Korean, Spanish, French, German, Morse code, hand sign, vulgar expressions, Draconian, EVERYTHING WE COULD IMAGINE! Even music is a form of language. Compared to the animals... Well... I suggest that you DO believe me that there is a huge difference between a forest and a concert. Compare cricket sounds with our guitars, water dripping sounds with our bass, frog croaking with trumpets. That will explain a lot.
However, brain power comes with irrational consequences. The animals biggest threats are predators. They escape from their predators by running, or even adapt to defend themselves against those big meanies by say... shedding their skins or grow scary patterns to scare them. They never fight back and become their predators' predators. Yet we humans are so... peculiar. Our biggest threats are other people. We escape by driving cars, or even 'adapt' against those (same size) meanies by say... creating weapons to KILL our "predators" or grow scary traps to 'scare' them. We always fight back and become our predators' predators. It's a dog-eat-dog world here.
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