The Long and Wordy Road.
Tuesday, January 22, 2008
I’m typing this post in Word again, and I’ll upload it some time later when I can.
I should usually be on my way home now from school, but I had a terrible cold that had me asking for packets of tissue from my friends. Wang Kuo sure meant well when she gave me a cold tablet, but it didn’t seem to help the cold, and instead made me really, really drowsy. So I took off school early. The reason surely was genuine, but nonetheless I had a guilt trip because I usually just
tahan. This other girl, Sim Yee, decided to follow me to the gate for the heck of it.
Well, I’m sure we all know that the results will be out two days from now, at
precisely two o’clock in our respective schools. I was originally planning to wear the formal long-sleeved shirt to school, seeing as it was highly important, (…and I’ve been dying to justify its purpose to be put into the laundry basket) but Mark said I would look outlandish in it, so I guess not. (I don’t really take fashion advice from him, but in this aspect he
is probably right…) Anyway, I more of anticipate it rather than dread it, maybe subconsciously I
think I did well.
That isn’t really good, in my books, anyway, because I have learned that to be more cynical, it pays off for pleasant surprises or
meh moments, rather than nasty shocks. I can’t tell myself to feel pessimistic about it all of a sudden, so all I hope for is that two days from now, I don’t get a rude shock. But a positive shock is most welcome…
Before I began to write this post, I had a nap from about 1 p.m. to 4p.m.. I woke up and the breeze was wonderful, but for some reason, I all of a sudden was glad I wasn’t a slacker. I had a purpose in my life right now, to go to JC every morning and come back home with things to do, to bitch that time was short and whatnot. I hate to make it sound derogatory to some friends, but it was well in contrast to people who stayed at home all day and did nothing.
Maybe I got bored of the monotony of computer gaming lifestyles, days wasted in front of the computer hating =
TK= or attempting to master
Element TD. Coming to grips that I ought to give up hope on
EASG stacked servers and so much more. If you ask me now to play, I still will, but maybe it won’t be as fun. It is probably one of those computer game lethargy periods for me, where soon enough I will pop back up and want to go shoot some wookie fur. But not for now.
I feel pretty sad that the results are coming out, actually, but for different reasons. Firstly, I feel that my class in MJC, 08S403, is really nice. Not a single person have I got a peeve with, and most of them are really amiable. I have no idea if some will leave the class, or if I will be the one to do so. I don’t want to meet some anally retentive jerks, wherever I am headed off to.
Secondly, PAE has been more relaxing right now, days are long but workload is not so much of a burden yet. I didn’t complete (read, I did about 50 percent…yeah…) my homework for one H2 math’s and H2 Econs tutorial, and all the teachers did was to tsk tsk. When JAE, or even the days after the results come out, I will not be able to think this way, I need to get things done like a responsible student and I only hope I can adapt quickly enough.
To conclude this post, my class watched
15, by Royston Tan, for GP today. The period was 50mins but it finished before that, and I must say, it portrays the inner emotions of gangster Ah Bengs nicely. It shows them to be more emotionally vulnerable than what many people see, the challenging façade that is usually associated with their menace. But I don’t think I can ever be a good story writer or movie maker. When it comes to flourish words, I look in envy at people like Mark and Yichen, and more recently, Zhengwen and maybe Joel who all seem to have that talent.
Remember the list that our English primary school teachers would hand out? The one that had a long list of flowery sentences like,
“The sun streamed through the multitude of cracks in the clouds, bathing a warm summer radiance on the public square beneath.”Nothing too fancy, but so artificially remembered that it lost its beauty and meaning, its purpose to let loose imagination, so disgracefully to desperate students in need of some meager attempt to gain more marks… But I said I would stop here, so I must, since this post is wordy and lengthy enough as it is. No idea what happened to my believe in intermittent images in a blog.
892 words
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posted by joseph at 4:24 PM