Hisashiburi!
Hello... It's been a long time since I've blogged.
How should I put it? Things have been an emotional up and down, and I certainly wouldn't want to repeat all those things again.
Isn't it wonderful that time doesn't stop and doesn't go back? The future is always bright with hope because of its uncertainty.
God has been very good to me. He placed Yok Teng and Veron and Yiting in my class with me this year. Now I know I'm not lucky. It's truly God! Still, I have my human limitations. I shall have to work hard to convince my form teacher not to be frowning at me perpetually.
For those of you who didn't know, I'm at ACJC. There are lots of familiar faces there.
Anyway. On to another topic.
I'm sure most not many people knew I was hysterical after getting my O level results. After all, only my family heard me bawling. Oh yes, because a certain cleaner lady overhead me calling my mom and told some of the people in the Chinese ministry. Aw shucks. What the heck man. Now I've got people coming up to me to assure me that I've done well. Lol!
Actually, it was my A2 in English and Chem that made me so upset cause I was so sure I'd do well for those. Oh well. I'm sure God has something to do with this!!! He usually does. Not that I'm blaming him. I'm personally beginning to see that I may be better off at ACJC. MAY.
Now I'm reading of people's comments on 18 to 19 year old students bawling their heads off at getting bad results, just like a childish 16 to 17 year old student that I am. And I agree with most of those who say, "Poooh, haven't you grown up yet??"
I mean c'mon, 12 years of education in Singapore should have told them that one will never be the model of perfection. Because there are three criteria few humans ever achieve without going insane and hence becoming no longer a model of perfection:
1. Tuition for every subject (Bravo Peanut Princess for maintaining your sanity)
2. Never-say-enough mugger attitude
3. Enough exam stress to develop an immunity to it.
Because otherwise, someone else is going to have a better essay in their answer script than you; some poor soul out there will be more familiar with exam questions than you; some hardened heart will have more battle scars to protect them from the slightest chance of a mental breakdown before the major exam that defines all your years of education.
Slough on, you brethren of muggers! Or tears will flow on that decisive day that defines your worth as a human being.
And the worst thing is, people try to glorify students weeping over the fact that their results aren't the embodiment of perfection. I always knew this world was in bad shape since the day I visited Sri Lanka and the Indonesian railway community, but I didn't know it was going to the bad so quickly.
Worse still I hear little kids my age enjoy sulking nowadays. In fact, it's become a fashion trend. Stop, I can take it no longer. Children in Indonesia suffer from ringworms and fevers and blisters with not even a plaster to soothe the pain while children in Singapore indulge in sulking.
A little girl at the railway community had such short hair and hard, wary looks I thought she was a boy. Her family lives right next to the track, with a canvas sheet above them and a thin mattress below them. Although young she stands on her own two feet, walking carelessly over stones and pebbles on her bare, calloused feet. She had ringworms in her intestines, making her stomach bloated. She grabbed my hand as we walked to meet her father, but soon lost interest in me when she discovered I had nothing for her besides a sympathetic smile. Her father is a cripple who lost a leg at the knee when it was run over by a train.
Across the canal from the community that is conveniently hidden by a tall, white-washed wall, a Hilton hotel and a Shangri-la hotel stand side by side.
Can this world get any more screwed up? I certainly don't want to find out. What those kids in a state of self-imposed depression need is a short stint in a Third World country. Unless of course, it gives them another excuse to cut themselves up more.
Man, why do I even give a hoot about them??
Ok now I've got all that out of my system. I'm going back to Bio.
How should I put it? Things have been an emotional up and down, and I certainly wouldn't want to repeat all those things again.
Isn't it wonderful that time doesn't stop and doesn't go back? The future is always bright with hope because of its uncertainty.
God has been very good to me. He placed Yok Teng and Veron and Yiting in my class with me this year. Now I know I'm not lucky. It's truly God! Still, I have my human limitations. I shall have to work hard to convince my form teacher not to be frowning at me perpetually.
For those of you who didn't know, I'm at ACJC. There are lots of familiar faces there.
Anyway. On to another topic.
I'm sure most not many people knew I was hysterical after getting my O level results. After all, only my family heard me bawling. Oh yes, because a certain cleaner lady overhead me calling my mom and told some of the people in the Chinese ministry. Aw shucks. What the heck man. Now I've got people coming up to me to assure me that I've done well. Lol!
Actually, it was my A2 in English and Chem that made me so upset cause I was so sure I'd do well for those. Oh well. I'm sure God has something to do with this!!! He usually does. Not that I'm blaming him. I'm personally beginning to see that I may be better off at ACJC. MAY.
Now I'm reading of people's comments on 18 to 19 year old students bawling their heads off at getting bad results, just like a childish 16 to 17 year old student that I am. And I agree with most of those who say, "Poooh, haven't you grown up yet??"
I mean c'mon, 12 years of education in Singapore should have told them that one will never be the model of perfection. Because there are three criteria few humans ever achieve without going insane and hence becoming no longer a model of perfection:
1. Tuition for every subject (Bravo Peanut Princess for maintaining your sanity)
2. Never-say-enough mugger attitude
3. Enough exam stress to develop an immunity to it.
Because otherwise, someone else is going to have a better essay in their answer script than you; some poor soul out there will be more familiar with exam questions than you; some hardened heart will have more battle scars to protect them from the slightest chance of a mental breakdown before the major exam that defines all your years of education.
Slough on, you brethren of muggers! Or tears will flow on that decisive day that defines your worth as a human being.
And the worst thing is, people try to glorify students weeping over the fact that their results aren't the embodiment of perfection. I always knew this world was in bad shape since the day I visited Sri Lanka and the Indonesian railway community, but I didn't know it was going to the bad so quickly.
Worse still I hear little kids my age enjoy sulking nowadays. In fact, it's become a fashion trend. Stop, I can take it no longer. Children in Indonesia suffer from ringworms and fevers and blisters with not even a plaster to soothe the pain while children in Singapore indulge in sulking.
A little girl at the railway community had such short hair and hard, wary looks I thought she was a boy. Her family lives right next to the track, with a canvas sheet above them and a thin mattress below them. Although young she stands on her own two feet, walking carelessly over stones and pebbles on her bare, calloused feet. She had ringworms in her intestines, making her stomach bloated. She grabbed my hand as we walked to meet her father, but soon lost interest in me when she discovered I had nothing for her besides a sympathetic smile. Her father is a cripple who lost a leg at the knee when it was run over by a train.
Across the canal from the community that is conveniently hidden by a tall, white-washed wall, a Hilton hotel and a Shangri-la hotel stand side by side.
Can this world get any more screwed up? I certainly don't want to find out. What those kids in a state of self-imposed depression need is a short stint in a Third World country. Unless of course, it gives them another excuse to cut themselves up more.
Man, why do I even give a hoot about them??
Ok now I've got all that out of my system. I'm going back to Bio.
posted by munchkin @ 8:18 PM
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