Goodbye Jeff.
Nice knowing you.
In the words of bloke - "god i'll miss that bastard"
Sunday, July 30, 2006
Saturday, July 29, 2006
I generally find that the best way to keep ahead in life is to bombast your way out of trouble. The best part is, it takes little practice, is not as difficult as it seems, and is considerably easier said, than understood.
If you don't believe me, ask anyone from my class. Really.
Most students start out idealistic, believing in imaginary entities like conscience and academic honesty, but cynicism usually sets in among the general lot within one year or so, and those who remain idealistic are either confunded nitwits or inspired geniuses ( which is a pretty wide spectrum, covering just about, err... everyone, i know but still..). So after a year, most students actually do much better at certain subjects like philosophy, assuming, of course, their essays are obscure and unintelligible enough to baffle whoever is assigning the grades.
There is usually a halo surrounding whatever we cannot understand, and we revere certain ideas simply because they are beyond our grasp. Just ask Einstein.
If you don't believe me, ask anyone from my class. Really.
Most students start out idealistic, believing in imaginary entities like conscience and academic honesty, but cynicism usually sets in among the general lot within one year or so, and those who remain idealistic are either confunded nitwits or inspired geniuses ( which is a pretty wide spectrum, covering just about, err... everyone, i know but still..). So after a year, most students actually do much better at certain subjects like philosophy, assuming, of course, their essays are obscure and unintelligible enough to baffle whoever is assigning the grades.
There is usually a halo surrounding whatever we cannot understand, and we revere certain ideas simply because they are beyond our grasp. Just ask Einstein.
Saturday, July 22, 2006
if ur confused about the rather large influx of posts over the past week then thats great. your officially a regular of this blog.
on a note, i remember what zheng hao said after the first paper of the common tests..
me: wah basket...inside damn cold leh..i in front somemore
zheng hao: haha! i learnt this in australia...
me: learn what?
zheng hao: cold ah? suffer.
on a note, i remember what zheng hao said after the first paper of the common tests..
me: wah basket...inside damn cold leh..i in front somemore
zheng hao: haha! i learnt this in australia...
me: learn what?
zheng hao: cold ah? suffer.
screw poems.
screw sylvia plath.
screw you.
oh well...you see, i hatched my ingenious plan a long time ago. doing really badly for my mid-yrs is just part of my plan.
really.
although my plan should be secret, but aiyah nehmine lah. doing really badly (to me at least...) puts me WAYY under the radar, hence ppl wont bug me about how to do stuff like last term after the econs paper. hence i now have time and freedom AND an excuse to start mugging soon. not happy? start mugging then.
well lets see at the yr-end if my plan works...remember my resolutions?
screw sylvia plath.
screw you.
oh well...you see, i hatched my ingenious plan a long time ago. doing really badly for my mid-yrs is just part of my plan.
really.
although my plan should be secret, but aiyah nehmine lah. doing really badly (to me at least...) puts me WAYY under the radar, hence ppl wont bug me about how to do stuff like last term after the econs paper. hence i now have time and freedom AND an excuse to start mugging soon. not happy? start mugging then.
well lets see at the yr-end if my plan works...remember my resolutions?
After some two weeks on nail biting, rushing our work, sitting and staring at the computer screen, mugging ( well, only for those of us who enjoy indulging in our national pastime anyway), exams are finally over and now we can sit back comfortably and start nail biting, rushing our work, sitting and staring at the computer ( well, see above). Exams are over, and we have got a tonne of deadlines coming up ( just the deadlines mind you, don't get me started on the work we have to do ).
We all thought life after the exams would be great ( well, okay, not reaaally, but we seriously thought it would be better.... reaally) but like so many other things in life ( right up there with sex and Christmas celebrations, so i have been told) it is so much better to travel hopefully than to arrive. The time arrives, we cluch it to our chests, and all we could think off, it seems is whether we could have done better if we just have put it that little bit of extra effort.
Well i guess we can always do better at almost anything, but against the argument that we can do better, there is always the one that it is equally possible that we can do worse. I know this is an essentially negative philosophy, for the losers so to speak, but thats okay, because there will inevitably be more losers than winners, so if one cannot be a good philosopher, one can at least settle for being a popular one.
We all thought life after the exams would be great ( well, okay, not reaaally, but we seriously thought it would be better.... reaally) but like so many other things in life ( right up there with sex and Christmas celebrations, so i have been told) it is so much better to travel hopefully than to arrive. The time arrives, we cluch it to our chests, and all we could think off, it seems is whether we could have done better if we just have put it that little bit of extra effort.
Well i guess we can always do better at almost anything, but against the argument that we can do better, there is always the one that it is equally possible that we can do worse. I know this is an essentially negative philosophy, for the losers so to speak, but thats okay, because there will inevitably be more losers than winners, so if one cannot be a good philosopher, one can at least settle for being a popular one.
Monday, July 17, 2006
My Dream
You see, i had this dream not a long time ago, and i've finally gotten down to writing it down.
I dreamt that one fine sunny day in between lessons, a chorus of Crazy Son pierced through the air. A long throng of pointsixteen people burst into my class and start shouting our favourite rendition of Ronin's best gayballet to date. Amongst the laughter, a voice shouted, "those who dont belong in here, GET OUT!".
i left.
along with the rest of pointsixteen, merrily busking down the yr 5 corridors.
You see, while i am not apportioning any blame to any party in my class, there is an apparent lack of loyalty to my current class. Along with this, there is simply no class spirit whatsoever. No, a few cliques here and there is not considered class spirit. While i am not proposing anything to create a class spirit as yet, i do realise that we all have to play a part. Yes, perhaps i am guilty of fleeing to the other side for my daily kicks, but still i do hope that i wouldnt have to do that any more.
From experience, a class spirit can be fostered through the means of a few class jokers. Obviously our class doesnt have one. Daryl is a pseudo-joker who cant make it sorry to say, and there isnt any other person comparable to say, Charlie of 4.11 or Chan Zheng Hao of 4.16.
Oh well, while we can be told to improve our class spirit by relevant authorities, it really is up to us to create one.
Oh ya, the dream really sort of happened in real life in January, but the "get out!" didnt really materialise. We did in fact go busking around the corridors in January, as well as bursting into the audi in the middle of the tok lectures for the new students. kinda got busted by our yr 5 director though.
Those were the days...
I dreamt that one fine sunny day in between lessons, a chorus of Crazy Son pierced through the air. A long throng of pointsixteen people burst into my class and start shouting our favourite rendition of Ronin's best gayballet to date. Amongst the laughter, a voice shouted, "those who dont belong in here, GET OUT!".
i left.
along with the rest of pointsixteen, merrily busking down the yr 5 corridors.
You see, while i am not apportioning any blame to any party in my class, there is an apparent lack of loyalty to my current class. Along with this, there is simply no class spirit whatsoever. No, a few cliques here and there is not considered class spirit. While i am not proposing anything to create a class spirit as yet, i do realise that we all have to play a part. Yes, perhaps i am guilty of fleeing to the other side for my daily kicks, but still i do hope that i wouldnt have to do that any more.
From experience, a class spirit can be fostered through the means of a few class jokers. Obviously our class doesnt have one. Daryl is a pseudo-joker who cant make it sorry to say, and there isnt any other person comparable to say, Charlie of 4.11 or Chan Zheng Hao of 4.16.
Oh well, while we can be told to improve our class spirit by relevant authorities, it really is up to us to create one.
Oh ya, the dream really sort of happened in real life in January, but the "get out!" didnt really materialise. We did in fact go busking around the corridors in January, as well as bursting into the audi in the middle of the tok lectures for the new students. kinda got busted by our yr 5 director though.
Those were the days...
Saturday, July 15, 2006
Thursday, July 13, 2006
Sunday, July 02, 2006
On Intelligence
This was written by Su Tun P'o almost a thousand years ago. Yes, yes, some things never really seem to change does it?
On the birth of my son :
Families, when a child is born,
Want it to be intelligent.
I, through intelligence,
Having wrecked my whole life,
Only hope the baby will prove ignorant and stupid.
Then he will crown a tranquil life,
By becoming a Cabinet Minister.
Always knew it doesn't pay to be smart.
On the birth of my son :
Families, when a child is born,
Want it to be intelligent.
I, through intelligence,
Having wrecked my whole life,
Only hope the baby will prove ignorant and stupid.
Then he will crown a tranquil life,
By becoming a Cabinet Minister.
Always knew it doesn't pay to be smart.
Saturday, July 01, 2006
I am sick of teachers telling us that we are not taking exams, of all bloody things, seriously enough. If exams are an inevitable evil, then the least any sane person can do is not to take it like a matter of life and death, which I assure you, is not too uncommon a view nowadays ( literally, I guess if you consider the number of people who have committed suicide after failing their exams ), but here they are, telling us that we are just not serious enough and that we should be more concerned, it is our exams after all, so will you please shut the hell up and pay attention like all good little boys should?
Anyway seriousness is too highly overrated in my opinion, because it is after all, a sign of drudgery, which in turn implies incomplete mastery. I have noticed that truly great authors make no attempts to write like they have got a bee stuck up their ass, and are, more often than not, amazingly lucid, readable and simple. Lightness of touch often comes with complete mastery, but if we cannot be very good at something, we should at least not pretend to be doing serious work and broadcast our ignorance for the benefit of the general populace.
Great humorists, after all, are often great thinkers, (much better than logicians and moralists would be anyway and that's often good enough) and it was G.K. Chesterton, was is not, who said that if angels could fly, it is only because they take themselves so lightly.
Anyway seriousness is too highly overrated in my opinion, because it is after all, a sign of drudgery, which in turn implies incomplete mastery. I have noticed that truly great authors make no attempts to write like they have got a bee stuck up their ass, and are, more often than not, amazingly lucid, readable and simple. Lightness of touch often comes with complete mastery, but if we cannot be very good at something, we should at least not pretend to be doing serious work and broadcast our ignorance for the benefit of the general populace.
Great humorists, after all, are often great thinkers, (much better than logicians and moralists would be anyway and that's often good enough) and it was G.K. Chesterton, was is not, who said that if angels could fly, it is only because they take themselves so lightly.
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