Ye gods.
I just killed a mosquito by STEPPING on it.
I planned to write this yesterday, but I eventually didn't because I was knackered by the time I reached home. Really. As if the extra $1 train fare and all the strange looks from badly-uniformed Dunmanians weren't enough.
THAT morning I woke up rather later than I had intended to. Why? Because my arm was lying over the snooze button. To be accurate, it was over the snooze buttons of BOTH alarm clocks. (Yes, I use two alarm clocks. You can try and deduce my personality from this new information if you want.)
I hope this isn't indicative of some strong subconcious desire not to go to school.
Pong and I are doing a film project after the annual JC Open House traditional slugout. It's of a theme that washes me all over with this therrible hunger -- that driving desire to do it now, now, NOW. No, I'll not tell you what it is (suffice to say, to those of more sordid mind than the usual kind, with whom I have the good judgement to make friends). It will not be a surprise at all.
Bloody buggerage! School has next to no relevance in what I'm really interested! And I can't screw up the promos for fear of losing the only subject I truly care about, which is KI, that the anal administration refuses to leave off on because -- rightly speaking (although it shoves away the sensibilities of my very soul on the playground of practicality) -- there's no market for philosophers in Singapore.
I wish everything hadn't had to be so strictly bureaucratised. I mean, 'perform or get fired' is all very well, but in schools? In places of what is supposed to be of learning? Obviously the JC system has been, under decades of careful Singaporean cultivation, evolved into the optimum grade-/credit-churning industry. While I'm glad that it is precisely this that seems to have driven Pong to rope me in in thinking up something so marvellous as the Film Project (I shall capitalise it here, to distinguish it from its lesser cousins), you cannot be in a JC student uninterested in your subject combination to disagree. In my case it's like trying to fit a bowling ball into a mold you use for making jelly.
I planned to write this yesterday, but I eventually didn't because I was knackered by the time I reached home. Really. As if the extra $1 train fare and all the strange looks from badly-uniformed Dunmanians weren't enough.
THAT morning I woke up rather later than I had intended to. Why? Because my arm was lying over the snooze button. To be accurate, it was over the snooze buttons of BOTH alarm clocks. (Yes, I use two alarm clocks. You can try and deduce my personality from this new information if you want.)
I hope this isn't indicative of some strong subconcious desire not to go to school.
Pong and I are doing a film project after the annual JC Open House traditional slugout. It's of a theme that washes me all over with this therrible hunger -- that driving desire to do it now, now, NOW. No, I'll not tell you what it is (suffice to say, to those of more sordid mind than the usual kind, with whom I have the good judgement to make friends). It will not be a surprise at all.
Bloody buggerage! School has next to no relevance in what I'm really interested! And I can't screw up the promos for fear of losing the only subject I truly care about, which is KI, that the anal administration refuses to leave off on because -- rightly speaking (although it shoves away the sensibilities of my very soul on the playground of practicality) -- there's no market for philosophers in Singapore.
I wish everything hadn't had to be so strictly bureaucratised. I mean, 'perform or get fired' is all very well, but in schools? In places of what is supposed to be of learning? Obviously the JC system has been, under decades of careful Singaporean cultivation, evolved into the optimum grade-/credit-churning industry. While I'm glad that it is precisely this that seems to have driven Pong to rope me in in thinking up something so marvellous as the Film Project (I shall capitalise it here, to distinguish it from its lesser cousins), you cannot be in a JC student uninterested in your subject combination to disagree. In my case it's like trying to fit a bowling ball into a mold you use for making jelly.
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