Random Updates

Edited.

I finally managed to find some motivation to blog. True enough, as what Syuh said, many of my posts have been kept in drafts for a very long time, so much that it keeps piling up and up, without me completing any of it. But enough is enough, as there are many things to share!


Random Update.


Needless to say, it's the term break for me now. However, it's pretty unfair that the other polytechnics are having theirs at a different date to my polytechnic (yes, that means I can't get to catch up with some of my secondary school friends, and that includes you, Jeanice Mucuc).

And term break isn't really a break to me, as I still have three projects on my shoulders. You know, I actually hate projects now, for the fact that it is in groups. Call me selfish or self-centered but I actually feel that I work best on my own. This of course, has nothing to do with 'cramping me style'. I just don't like the feeling of having to wait for others, or to even have others wait for me. And the greatest setback is that everyone thinks or rather, have different perceptions of the project. This however, can be a benefit at the same time, as we can help cover each others butt.





Wait, why am I arguing with myself over such a topic? Written communication must have done something to me, with the argumentative essays and all.

Moving on...


These couple of weeks has left great and interesting impressions of some of my class mates. In fact, I got to scare them with my home made horror experiences, and even managed to put them in tough and uncomfortable situations (sorry about those times!) about unanswerable questions about religion, the spiritual world, their beliefs and also existence.




I was just being curious. True enough, there are many questions where both religion and science cannot solve. So who will give me the answer?

My mum thinks I'll die a horrible death one day, while trying to unravel all these secrets. But I'll most probably go mad before dying from a horrible death. Who knows?




The later part of this post has been deleted. It is not because I 'chickened out' or fear that a massive amount of parangs will be thrown at me. In fact, it has nothing to do with me fearing for what I wrote, as I will still stand by whatever I wrote earlier.

The reason as to why I removed the 'tale' is simple. I made a mistake. By penning my frustrations, anger and opinions down here not only makes it unfair for the 'victim', but it also causes loads of assumptions and its many other transformations to spread around.

For those who have seen it, good for you. For those who haven't, that's too bad. Whatever that is written in this blog is mere 'one ear in, and out the other' and I prefer no posts to be further discussed or spread around.

The vending of frustrations of that particular person, was indeed a major no-no and I sincerely apologize if she or anyone else takes insult to my words. I admit that I do have inappropriate terms when it comes to blogging. And the post may have sounded bitchy and idiotic.

I know that everyone deserves to have their version of the story told and so, I have decided to remove the 'tale' so as to prevent people from making guesses about who is involved and whatsoever. Besides, everyone needs to reflect on their own actions and from that, I found that I was writing away at my own free will without considering the feelings of those who were involved. Very selfish indeed.

However, as mentioned earlier, I still do stand by every word mentioned in the earlier version of this post. Mean, bitchy, whatever you want to call it. So long as I know that it's from my heart. Ignorant, but truthful. And they say, the truth always hurt.

PS: Whoever wishes to start a war/battle over what I wrote, I wish to gladly invite you to bring it on.



One more time now...





Loves.

Making Frienemies

After the third week of school, I am proud to say that I finally am acknowledged in school!

Apparently during one of the lessons where we had to reveal an information about a classmate that no one else knew, a classmate of mine remarked that I had a very weird sense of dressing.


That comment then erupted into a class discussion where people added that I dressed very "Hawaiian" like, and some even said that it was their first time seeing someone who dresses like me!




No, I did not dress like that.


But why am I still so chirpy about my class's comments? Well, it just shows that I am not a trend follower, but rather a trend setter! I think I look good in how I dress, and finally people know of my existence in school! Weird or not, it depends on their taste of style. As for me, I accept weird as a compliment, because it brings me a step closer to being unique. Don't you think so?


So, a quick recap of the previous week, I made an entire or rather, most of the seniors in this particular club hate me. And the funny thing is, I did not even get a chance to annoy them. In fact, I had no chance to interact with them at all! The power of assumptions my friends, it can kill.

Then I had classmates discuss about my dressing style (as a class, with my lecturer!) as though I was a subject.






I have a strong feeling that people would idolize my dressing sense soon. Just you wait.


Oh, and I made tonnes of enemies with random perverts that added me/ I added when I engaged with them flirtatiously day after day before finally scaring them away when I claimed that I was the person that was in this photo:




Sadly, I did not save any of the chats that I had with them.

But what I did not understand was why they did not get the hint when I said that I loved 'slobbering myself in hot creamy butter', and 'jiggling my voluptuous gems at men'.

They must have thought of otherwise when all I intended to do was to speak the truth and nothing but the truth. Oh well...



But, there is actually one it that it absolutely mind-boggling to me. I actually made an enemy with someone when I showed him my actual photograph. How can?!?!







This person was actually a secondary school senior that I have never met before. We started off pretty okay, with random conversations here and there. Then there was the grand moment when he asked whether he could see my photograph. I told him that he could get it off of Facebook but he insisted that I send one to him.

Foolishly, I did. But that was where it pretty much ended. Apparently, he was someone who 'Anti's people like me; people who like piercings, tattoos and appreciate the various types of arts that are pretty much still a taboo around the world.




This (above) my friends, is just one of the many piercings carried out during the 'Vegetarian Festival' in Thailand.


Thus seeing that I had a lip piercing, dyed hair and so much more, he was pretty much enraged, and asked if I had any more piercings or tattoos.


Feeling that it was unnecessary for me to respond and be judged by what I look like, I simply ended the conversation with a "Go to hell. I don't see why you must make a big deal with what I like. You make it seem as though you need to control me. Like hello? I don't go around asking you/comparing you with the things I like or don't like. I just don't judge people like that. Dumb ass. Go bitch about anti-ing me to someone else, I don't give two f*cks about it".






Don't get this wrong. I'm actually a very nice person. That is, if you don't judge me for how I look/without getting to know me better lah.



Loves.

Random Updates

This is not a sympathetic post.

A quick update on my life.


This week was pretty much a downside for me.





The 'highlight' of the week that left me downhearted would have to be the event on Thursday. I would not be revealing the details as to what happened exactly nor would I be revealing who were involved. In fact, I myself am not sure who were involved, other than myself of course.


What was so bad that it nearly brought me to tears? Well, let me just give a brief description of it (yes, the influence of presentations and summaries.).


I was practically defamed by a group of 'Seniors'.

I was criticized from head to toe. Nothing was left untouched. I was criticized for pretending to be really good at this certain skill when I am actually not. The remarks of not having any friends in this certain organization seemed amusing to them. Apparently I was trying to hard to have the 'look' that I was pretty fake to them (dry fit and FBT shorts were attacked too). Even my shoe was criticized, because they felt that I did not deserve to wear such shoes which was only for certain skilled people.


And you know what was damn bloody irritating? They tried chasing me away from where I was sitting, by constantly stepping back from their spot, to where I was sitting. So much that I had to shift myself away.







What was agonizing was not only the fact that I was sitting alone the entire time while they critiqued me, but also because none of them knew me at all, needless to say my name, background and capabilities, and yet i was rudely mocked at, for something they assumed was true, which in actual fact, is not at all.


But what was funny was that, they actually were conversing in Mandarin, and thinking that I was a Non-Chinese, they rattled away, critiquing me till they could not find anything else on me to pick on.


The start of Thursday had already been a bad day, and I did not need any more issues added. But I guess I have a strong magnetic field to it, and this happened. Frustrated, I couldn't help but 'replay' all the bad stuff that happened ( I have this habit of replaying scenes, be it good or bad.) on that very Thursday. As much as I tried to stay strong, (it's sickening sometimes to have never ending issues, both at home and in school. And worst if you're not able to help or even solve it. This does not apply to simply obstacles. And of course, everyone has obstacles in their life, that's just part and parcel of Life, right?) I couldn't help but blink away the tears because I did not want to raise the white flag.







Yes, the average human's instant reaction would be: "@#$%&*, screw them all!", followed by stomping off with your bag.

But you know what, I stayed on. No, not because I am stupid. But because I live for passion and for nothing else. Why should I let myself be demoralized and avoid something that I love, just because of immature imbeciles like them?

At the very least, I got to know how people think of me by my first impression. And if the morning 'events' hadn't ruined my day, I would have even chuckled with them, adding on that I looked disastrous with my unkempt hair and hole in my lip (I took out my lip stud because I didn't want to risk having my lips torn). And it would have been an epic moment to see their shocked faces, that the person that they were talking about actually understood what they were saying!



Yes, I do regret not doing that. Doesn't it just suck sometimes when you've done something, and after thinking it over, you wished you reacted differently?


But anyhow, I can't be bothered anymore. Because the matter was brought up during their debriefing (yes, I complained. I was in the whine-y, child-like mood. And the watery eyes made things easier, but more attention seeking-like for me. I just couldn't help it.).


And of course, this matter would not have been solved if not for Fann, Ina, Gina, Janice (all of them were there to comfort, encourage and support me as to not give up) and this other guy (which I have no idea what his name is).


And I'm doing pretty fine now. In fact, I find it amusing.



It was hilarious recalling how I reacted to it. In fact, the entire scene was funny. They should submit this scenario to FMyLife. Purely Epic.

It should go something like this :

"My friends and I were making fun of this girl while standing infront of her. She looked like a Malay, so we babbled on and on in Mandarin. We criticized every single detail about her, from head to toe. Nothing was left untouched. We had a blast, and we spoke superbly loud because we knew that she did not understand us. But halfway through the training, she actually spoke in Mandarin, and after training, our 'leader' confronted us with this issue. F*ck Our Lives."


Putting all these aside (retarded imbeciles shall not be acknowledged. Don't you agree?), the rest of the week was pretty okay. I had attachment on Tuesday, and boy, was the kids lovely!


School work is piling up, I seriously need to strategise and plan my daily time-table properly. If not, I'll land back to where I was during the Prelims; Pathetic.




I'll end here for now. Remember people, the next time you wish to bad-mouth someone, don't do it infront of that person lah.







Loves.

Random Updates

If you've been reading my blog for a long time, you'd realized that 'random updates' is not my 'style' of blogging. And ironically enough, the latest posts have been filled with nothing but posts with 'Random Updates'. And not to forget this post as well.


But don't get me wrong. It's not that I've decided to change my "style" of blogging whatsoever. In fact, I've been on the "blogger" page every single day. I'm on it in the Library; I'm on it in IT class (even though I'm not supposed to); and I'm even on it when I'm at home. But every time I hit the "Create" tab, I do nothing but stare blankly at it for a really long time.






I wouldn't say that I have nothing to blog about. In fact, there shouldn't even be the phrase "I have nothing to blog abou" because with the help of the internet, we can learn and share so many things off of it. And I do have tonnes of things to blog about. But the actual reason for the delay is that I just couldn't find the right "mood" to fit everything in.


To me, blogging isn't about simply placing word into this space, but rather, adding knowledge, proper structures, quotes, pictures, videos and maybe even showing some other websites here. I feel that it takes a lot of time and effort just to put up a simple post.

I know that there isn't a lot of people reading this blog, and I know most of you would be thinking "wah lao, waste time and effort loh. No one read, then still make so nice for what".


Well, that's where I'm different. Whether there are people reading this or not, I blog (most of the time) for myself. I share opinions and things that I learned because I simply love sharing. I don't live by the phrase "Anyhow do lah" just because no one is reading it.


I'm not a perfectionist at all. All I want is for my blog to reflect my personality. You know, as a kid, when you look into a kaleidoscope, and am mesmerized by the beautiful designs and vibrant colours that you instantaneously feel this vibe of relaxation yet am intrigued because you don't know what to expect next?









Yes, that is how I want my Life and personality to be. And at the same time, I want my blog contents to leave and impression as how a Kaleidoscope leaves an impression to us when we were kids.



Anyway, enough about that, more on to the random updates. In case you're wondering, I'm actually having a pretty awesome time in Poly. My class actually turned out to be not so bad, and if I could, I would take back all the 'not-so-good' impressions of them. Sometimes we do have bad impressions of others just by how they look or behave. But once you get to know them, you'll realize that they're pretty alright. As I said many times in this blog, it's assumptions that fuel an arguement, and it's assumptions that ruin the friendship.


My class, despite all of us being Freshmens, is pretty united. We go to lunch together as a class and we even from lectures to lectures as a class. There are some "outstanding" enthusiastic ones in class and I must say, their sense of humour is the "Bitchy Sarcastic" humour, the type I live for. Hahaha. But my class is pretty great because no one is in cliques and we all get along well enough to joke around at any random stuff, even if it's about some random thing that makde no sense at all. You know what I mean.


And I can't stop boasting about my timetable. Hahah.. We onyl have 5 modules this Semester, and only 2 modules are examinable! This is the shizz. But that doesn't mean we should slack lah.


Well, before I end, I just want to congratulate all those in the Polytechnics. Congrats because you survived a week of PolyLife! I hope it'll be awesome for you guys, and I wish you all the best!



And I need to find people who read Perez/fmylife and so on in my Polytechnic. Apparently none of my classmates read them and I feel so deprived. Oh well...


Love.

Interview at Temasek Polytechnic!

One word to describe the interview: Nerve-wrecking.









I received a call last night at around 10pm. ( I really need to freakin' kick the habit of being "selective" to the calls that I pick! Hey, at least I admit that I "avoid some people's calls, especially numbers that aren't registered in my phone. I'm trying hard to kick the habit, but if you need to call me, and want me to pick up, register your number in my phone, or at least text me and say it's you. Can't blame me, blame the KFC guys, right Syuh?) Okay, it was more like a miss call.


Well, I didn't call them back. And you would've thought "so how did you make it for the interview?". Well, my friends, there's something called the internet, and I was lucky enough to check it last night.


They did leave their numbers behind and hey! They matched my missed calls. Okay, so it was too late to call them back, and so I waited for the next day, which was today.


Anyway, I actually set my alarm to call them at 10am (hey, it was early already, having that I slept at 4am) but I freakin' missed another call from them at 9.24am! Damn, when I woke up at 10, I made sure I called them back, and I did!



Okay, putting all that aside, you might be thinking "say what course you take lah! Type so much!"


Well, I applied for Psychology Studies and Early Childhood (cut off point is 9 leh! How can? I've only 13 points!) through JPSAE (Jeanice, I asked you to apply hor!) and that explains the interview. I was lucky enough to be one of the shortlisted few and it felt awesome to actually step in Temasek Poly.


Anyway, I almost got myself lost while finding the building, but fortunately, I made it on time. There were some ice-breaker games(it was a much gentler version of Wacko!) before we began the interview. I had no idea as to why I was placed as the last one to be interviewed, but it was awesome anyways, having to chill with people I didn't know.


Before I left home, I told my mum that I was worried that people might think of me as a freak, from the way I dressed, to my hair, to the way I spoke. But when I reached TP, I realized that the interviewees there were just as fun.

I did make some good friends, like Mabel, Grace Song, Li Min, Hanna, Elsa and Jia Qi. Li Min was the wackiest one there, while Mabel was the lamest one. She even said, with qoute, that she could kill someone with her own lameness.


Now how awesome is that.


Well, having to wait from 5.30 to 7.15pm wasn't as fun as I expected when everyone left, leaving me behind. And when it was my turn for the interview, I could only say one thing "I'm hungry."


The interview questions were very much related to the course that I chose, the dual diploma. Apparently, I was selected for my efforts in volunteer work and leadership. I tried to refrain from uttering pure rubbish, but I couldn't help it, they were asking too many questions, so much that they too were confused at each other's questions.


But it was fun though, because I made use of every cert. I had, from the Adam Khoo workshop, to the CSSP and Ne Ambassador Certs. I talked so much till the lecturers had to raise their hand to stop me from talking. Wah Lao... I felt pretty much like an American Idol contestant that was about to be booted off the stage.



Oh well, whether I make it or not, it's up to them to decide. But I'm happy that I got to experience being interviewed by professional Psychologists! It was nerve-wrecking as they were analyzing my every move. Hahah. But it also means that I may be a step closer to my dream job!








All the best everyone, for your choices! It'll be out on 30th January!




Loves.

Judgement Day

Well, many would call it Judgment Day. But I think today was a day where the anticipation was finally over, and thus I felt more relieved than nervous while waiting, and when I got my results.



I wouldn't say that I was disappointed at all, because, truth to be told, I never really set expectations for myself. But it was a bummer that Biology decided to betray me. But I guess Mr Lim's story of the Farmer and Rabbits did help me.

But I did pass freakin' Chinese! Not only am I happy, but proud of it. Well, it may be a low score for you, but hell no for me! It's my first ever passing mark for Chinese since Secondary Two! It had been F9 for a long time, that I felt elated upon seeing a C5 on my paper!


And English has never ever betrayed me. And I am happy that I managed to stay in Mrs. Raj's class. Not only have I learned alot from her, both in general knowledge and skills wise, but she has also inspired me (other than my mum) to be an educator.


Anyway, I do hope everyone's doing fine. To all the lads and babes out there, you guys better set some time to think of what school to apply.


All the best everyone!


Loves.

Back to School!

Yesterday did not go as well as I planned.


I slept pretty late the previous night, and so I obviously woke up late, around 1 plus. Well, I was supposed to head back to school at 1pm.

Anyway, I made my way there, and at the gates I saw fellow school mates, like Samuel. I entered the school and that was when all the problems started.


The security guard stopped me and didn't let me in, because I had dyed hair and because there were several studs on my ears. I tried calling my juniors and teachers, but no one picked. It was pretty embarrassing, having to stand there while others could go in.


The security guards did apologize, but I don't blame them. Well, they were simply doing their jobs.


Well, I did take it for granted that I was an alumni, and could go in as and when I wished, but I was proven wrong. While standing there, the security guards actually told me that there were other cases, where a boy had to go home to change because he came in shorts. And Apple who works in our book shop, wasn't allowed in because she had a tattoo, but she was later let in because she wasn't a student, but because she worked there.

Even parents were questioned before they were allowed to sign in.


I was told that I had to actually come back in school uniform because I have not collected my certificate.


I admire the school for their discipline, but I do question where they draw the line.



Anyway, after standing there for about an hour, Ms Lim came to my rescue with Ms Choo! We talked for awhile and then I actually went back to Admiralty, to "dye" my hair. Then, I headed back to school.


I was greeted by Qian Wen, whom I almost lost my pants to by her "Cling-Wrap" hug. Hahah. It was really nice to see some of the teachers, and friends who went back to help out too.


Well, good times do not last long, and before we knew it, everyone were packing up to head home. Jayda, Cheryl and I then headed to the hall to watch the performances. They were pretty neat, but I was paying more attention to the Seconday ones. There were a few familiar faces; the kids which I looked after back when I was a prefect in Primary School. Cheryl and Jing Yee's siblings were in this batch too.




I did spend a great day reminiscing the "good ol' days". But I did see some unpleasant people there. But after that day, I have finally decided to let it go. He and Her may not have made my life in school a good one, but I'm fine with them now, so long as they keep their distance. I hate making enemies, and I would never treat anyone with disrespect, unless they do the same to me. But I guess it's not worth it, after all, wouldn't you be like them if you treated them like how they treated you?


So to the Him and Her, let's bury the past okay? I am sure I have.



Loves.

Au Revoir

Once the invigilator asked us to put down our pen and hand up our paper, it seemed as though a huge load was lifted off my shoulders.

Though we had no idea on what to do immediately after our papers, my friends and I were pretty glad that the GCE 'O' level Examinations are finally over for us.

We heaved huge sighs of relief and sadness as we walked past the familiar buildings one last time. That moment was like a nostalgia for our school days, for the fun, sad, boring, angry and memorable times we had and shared.



I don't usually put names of teachers in this blog, for fear of being hunted down by them. Hahah. But today's post is entirely dedicated to them, and the non-teaching staffs, including the vendors. Because it's not only the teachers who teach us, but the other working adults there as well, who teach us things that textbooks do not teach. Let's just term all of them at Teachers.





Dear Teachers,

I would really love to thank you for all the time, effort and concern you put in and had for us. What I love about the teachers in this school, is that they not only educate us for the sake of our major examinations, but also for the sake of our well-being. All of you taught stuff that books did not have, and that was to be a good, smart, and responsible person. You taught us things like Respect, Independence, Resilience, Responsibility and even enabled us to built our self esteem as well as place ourselves as Winners In Life. You taught us how to make quick yet responsible decisions in Life, as well as motivated us to study (thanks to Mrs Kok for the "I'm Gifted So Are You" workshop conducted by Adam Khoo and his colleagues). Despite having your schedule packed with workload and family, many teachers gave up their time for us, and came forth to help the graduating students in every way possible. They even wished us well (on the Apple Tree). It was really touching to see these teachers give their all for us, despite not being related to us at all. I guess our school really proved that we are ONE BIG FAMILY after all.

Thank you so much for the all the patience, guidance, respect, perseverance and definitely the willingness to educate us and pass on all your knowledge to us.

All this have indeed inspired me to take on similar roles as you. I still do think that the students of the school aren't the WRStars. I think the staffs deserve this title more than we students do!

Goodbye Teachers, Goodbye Staffs, Goodbye Friends, Goodbye School!

School support us, Youth Bloggers?

A few days back, a reporter from Shin Min daily called me for a phone interview. It was an interview about this post.

Where I talked about the incident that "Sidelinedstudent" had with his school, taken from Omy.sg



The reporter was really nice and jovial, and she asked question pertaining to the incident, like how I felt about sidelinedstudent not being supported by his school, how I felt about my school, why my school did not support youth bloggers, and basically every curious question any one would have asked to dig out more information.

The reporter was shocked when I told her that teachers were on Facebook and Friendsters, and would accept our friend requests,without being anonymous.

I told her many reasons to why my school did not support blogging, and I even recalled incidents where teachers approached me about my posts. I also revealed about how some students were asked to delete their blogs, because it contained mentionings of the school.


I wouldn't be surprised if this hoo-haa about schools supporting bloggers,comes out in the newspaper. And in a way, I guess it's good, such that schools who are reading this, would be aware of how we students feel, and how we actually regard them as important parts of our lives, that is why we inform them of our happenings.

Every single student are ambassadors of the school, and we should have responsibility to blog, be it about the school or any other things. But I feel that if a student blogs about a "bad thing" (let's say, a teacher made a rude remark about him because he was always late for school. Calling him a rebellion and slacker, without finding the actual truth behing things) that happened in school, I don't think it should be counted as irresponsible because the student is merely expressing how injustice was shown by the school, to him.


Even if my school were to approach me and ask me to stop blogging, and lecture me about the importance of studying, being that it is the O'level year, I would not stop blogging. Because as I had told the reporter, blogging is not only a hobby but a talent and passion. Not everyone can blog interestingly, and I do believe that blogging can bring people far.


Although there are plenty of plus-points of the interview, such as the school being more aware of how we feel of blogging, and that they should lighten up, I personally feel that the schools would keep a closer eye on those who are bloggers.

And though I have said alot about my school, I somehow fear that they would turn nasty towards me. It's my O'level year and I don't want anything bad to happen that might debar me from taking the National Exams.


But if the school debars me, then wouldn't there be an issue where "School bans student from exam because of blogging"? hahha, I love the press.

Good day gone bad

It's only 7.45pm but the sky is as dark as how it was during a storm. The Minister Of Education (Dr. Ng Eng Hen) came to my school today. He did a few round about in school, and paid a little visit to my class.

My class, Achievers, were really nervous. Especially our teachers, because we thought that he was going to "tour" our class, and ask us questions about our "home". But he did not, he received our greetings and before we knew it, he was out of the class, moving on with his tour in school.

We were a tad bit disappointed because we were prepared to "wow" him with our speeches of our efforts in making our class, a conducive and fun home. But oh well.


After school, Alex and I headed to the canteen. We sat with Shera and started on some class work. Then things went wrong.

Apparently a parked van with a sleeping driver inside, started moving, and "barged" into the canteen, colliding with tables, toppling the benches over. Fortunately, Shera screamed and the boys who were a breath away from the moving van, managed to get away with minor bruises. The driver got stuck in the van and only managed to leap out of it, with the help of his two friends. I think he injured his leg or something, I'm not sure.

But thankfully, no one got seriously injured, especially Jie Choong, Norman, Yao Quan and that sec 3 guy.


While writing the statement in the General Office, many teachers came forward with concern, but after being assured that Alex and I were fine, many cracked the same joke, that we now have a first hand experience and would benefit for both Oral and Compo.

The police came, and the incident is still under investigation.

Despite the trauma, Syafiq and I even crapped with the Police, asking if CSI and CRIMEWATCH was going to come to our school to carry out the cool investigations. hahha.


But at the end of the day, Shera's scream saved the day.

Sounds like some PowerPuff series!







On a serious note, this incident actually taught us a valuable lesson, which is, that no one can predict the future. It can be the next day, minute or even second, that you may lose a close one, or even your life. So thank the people around you, and God (if you're not an Atheist) for letting you live Life another day.


Which in fact boils down to the phrase in my profile "have you found joy in your Life? And has you Life brought joy to others?"

Cherish every single day, and thank your parents especially for letting you experience the joy of this world.


I hope everyone's fine, especially Shera and Nat. Do take care okay!


Love all.

Trends In School

Last Friday was spent on a rather fruitful note, where I got to spend time with three crazy yet awesome friends;Shera, Syuhada and Jeanice.

We "took turns" to laugh at the silliest things possible, from pictures of people in the Yearbook, to the evolving of Pokemon. Jeanice felt left out and even labeled us as being scary people because we could remember names of Pokemon and their evolved names and attacks. Shera even sang the Team Rocket Song. Hahaha.


Speaking of School, I can't help but notice a different trend in school, every year.

Back when my eldest brother was in secondary school (about 12 years ago) , everyone wanted Bell-bottoms or straight cut.






Hahah.


This was also the year, where the guys would buy the biggest pants as possible to wear it low. They would then drag their pants, so that it would look torn and tattered at the bottom. That was "cool" for them back then.


Then 4 to 5 years later, when it was my 2nd brother's turn, things were different. Everyone said 'bye-bye' to baggy pants, and 'hello' to tapered!



Lol.

My brother's pants were so skinny that it totally resembled drain pipes.





Now it's my turn, in the secondary school life, and I must say, things are different. Girls have been the same, coming up with various ways to shorten their skirt, either by folding it, or tailoring it. But guys though, have compiled both of the two years(above), either by having baggy pants either tight or lose, or have tapered pants, wearing it near their butt crack.



But they don't call it tapered anymore. With the growing rate of modernization, people have called it "skinnies". And "trend" has made it so popular that when you walk down Orchard Road, you don't see people in denim skinnies, but in various colours, ranging from white, to luminous green, to hot pink, blinding you in every way possible.




Secondary school was supposed to be a place where both teachers and students exchange knowledge on order to overcome the National Examinations. However, things have changed. And now, school seems like how the olden days used to be "with kids playing Hopscotch,five stones and colour-catching". But now, it's modified.

Students now, term themselves as "matured" and instead if playing the games mentioned above, they turn to "water babies", "Rubix Cube" and a dance called "Shuffle".

You must be wondering, water babies how to play?

Well, it's not this water babies,



But this one!




I have friends who not only take care of these water babies, but treat them as pets as well!

Classmates have been addicted to Rubix Cude as well, hiding it under the table, twisting and turning it, as though to unrevel some "Da Vinci Code" secret.



Don't get me wrong, I think people who can do the Rubix cube, are intelligent people, but this as a trend in school?

The last one, is actually the latest trend,Shuffle. It's actually a dance. I don't know much about, so I'll leave it to the video.








I love how they do it, although it looks like some paranoid kid stomping his feet, if there weren't any music.


But I wonder what's next? Will it be back to the "hopscotch, fivestones" thing, or will technology bring forth a new trend?

Please give US a break.

I love reading the New Paper. (even though teachers encourage us to read the Straits Times more often, because the format of New Paper is more of a Singlish paper than straits times.) I personally feel that the New Paper, although lack the amount of news around the world, is more interesting to read, mainly because it caters to the needs of youths nowadays because most of us are only interested, more like KPO in only the latest buzz that may affect us(in a hip,cool approach). No offense, but I think that the New Paper isn't as boring as the other papers.

Anyway, I'll always skim through the papers, only stopping at pages that catches my attention. And one of the pages did. It's an article done by one of my favorite news editors, Mr Santokh Singh(father figures).

He wrote an article about pressurizing school has become with all the school holidays used as for remedial classes, Community Involvement Programmes (CIP) and even CCAs.

I couldn't stop nodding in agreement at every paragraph that was there. If the article had been any longer, I would have suffered strains on my neck muscle.

Anyway, here's my point of view.

I agree with Mr Santokh that MOE did include these school breaks to practically give EVERYONE a break, and this means that students like me, get a chance to relief myself from both stressful school time-tables and attending any extra classes.

It's because if these make-up lessons during the holidays, that causes my family to have to cancel the holiday plans. And I definitely think it's not fair. Where did the importance of family bonding go? Are school and results more important than family?

I know most of you would say " Aiyah, so easy, skip school lah. It's your choice what."

Although it sounds easy, it is actually harder to do it.

Teachers have often said that Choices have consequences, and that our decision to skip lessons is our choice because in the end, its our results.
But when we do skip their lessons, they rant on and on about how unappreciated they feel about their efforts to help us. Teachers always say that if they are willing to plan for the lessons, sacrifice their holiday plans to conduct lessons, then why can't we students appreciate it, and at least attend it?

Teachers have this manipulative way of making us students feel guilty whenever we skip their classes. But I don't blame them.

Principals definitely want their school to rise up to fame, especially Academic wise. But they often twist their words, into saying that the reason why they're pushing us, isn't because they want fame, but because they want us to excel.

But isn't it a little ironic? We excel so that we can bring ourselves and the school to fame isn't it?


But I don't blame the Principals though, especially my school's principal because she never fail to find ways to help us excel. With Adam Khoo workshops and talks by Dr. William Tan and more. I have feeling that she REALLY wants us to succeed.

And it boils down to MOE.

MOE is the one who is responsible for the syllabus and things that we learn in school. Knowing that schools always have insufficient time to complete all the syllabus for the graduating students, why do they still add more chapters into the books then? Is the MOE trying to compete with the increasing science technologies? Why are they pushing us so hard? Secondary 4s are learning A' levels work now, so when we go to poly or JC, are we expected to learn U stuff?
Are we going to increase it constantly, that 10 years down the road, you'll see K2s learning Geometry and Matrices?

So much for increasing the retiring age when most of the elderly would still be jobless because employers now seek for academic levels and not experience.

I'm sure with the growing population, there would be tonnes of jobs made available, but let's not forget the flow of foreigners coming to Singapore. Will Singaporeans themselves lose out in the race?

Why can't we be like some parts of Australia, where they don't offer examinations to students? Isn't this a better way for job applicants to get jobs through what they know and what they can do, and not by their leaving certificates? Wouldn't this give the elderlies opportunities to get jobs as well?

After all, the exams are to be blamed for students committing suicide because of poor results and stress. It's because of exams, thats why students are competing for better results. True, we want Singapore to become a flawless country, with others envying us. But I feel that it's too pressurizing for students, teachers, principals, and even parents.


WE ALL NEED A BREAK.



*This post is to state how I feel. A teacher once said, "Don't blame others for what has happened. Wonder who you should blame? Find the last two letters of blame, and it reads ME. Blame yourself".

But if we continue to blame ourselves for everything, especially the stressful workload from school, the later generations would definitely suffer depression, seriously.

Holiday = No Holiday

Its the March Holidays now. It doesn't seem like a holiday to me though, mainly because we have more homework piled on our desk as compared to a normal school day.

It's Wednesday already, and "MS Lazy" is starting to kick in, but soon after I indulge in some feast or be amused by some entertainment, the God of Reality begins kicking me in my ass, pushing "MS lazy" away with all her procrastinations. I then get punished and have to head to my desk to complete my homework. But within minutes of intense doodling, I begin to doze off and before you know, I'm in my dreamland, only to wake up with a rude shock of drool all over my arms and paper.

Come on, everyone needs a break. An average human can never work 24/7 without rest,entertainment or plainly slacking around. If you're reading this and am completely disagreeing to it, you are a robot.

Schools shouldn't call holidays as holidays if they are planning to throw tonnes of homework as us. Instead, it should be called "Days where you are trained to be a robot".

Teachers always think that we, students are wasting time watching TV, playing computer games and all, when we SHOULD be studying, reading or doing something relevant to studies.
True, I agree on that. But inside each and everyone of us, there lies a kid who seems to not sit still for a mere second, finding books boring and having to be FORCED to study instead of appreciating the opportunity to study. I mean, you can't blame us. Blame the kid in us.
Then there's parents. My parents for example, hate to see me studying. Most parents have this concept of home as a place for family bonding or something like that.. And will definitely take their children out for holiday trips during March and June Holidays.
So, picture this scenario where a child has tonnes of homework to be done in a week. The child being frustrated enough at the short amount of time to complete these homework. And to add to that, parents who think that these holidays should be spent in family outings and things that can bond the family. And the child (already peeved) gets scolded by his/her parent because of spending too much time locked up in the room. Parents blame it on "the time where Adolescence think that family is not important". But in actual fact, we are actually doing our homework!

Agree??