November 2009
18 posts
a romantic readiness to dream ;)
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Singapore's Education System
its the redundancy of the bureaucratic system that has made us this way i think. Don’t you find, at every stage of education, that we constantly have to made to re-learn things over and over again? old methods need to be torn down, only to be rebuilt again… but that I guess, while it increases our adaptability in some sense, it also dulls down our creative capacities as students to...
protectionism.
proof that econks is driving me conkers.
we have no life.
8:28:40 PM axel9221@hotmail.com: HI PROTECTIONISM!
8:28:41 PM axel9221@hotmail.com:
8:28:50 PM pangccsk@hotmail.com: HI TARIFFS
8:28:51 PM axel9221@hotmail.com: lol he’s quite cute.
8:29:00 PM axel9221@hotmail.com: HI PROTECT INFANT INDUSTRIES
8:29:00 PM pangccsk@hotmail.com: WHY YOU MAKE ALL MY IMPORTED ALBUMS SO EXPENSIVE!
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untouchable.
In the middle of the night when I’m in this dream, its like a million little stars spelling out your name.
You bring so much life, so much strength in me. You give me hope and purpose and courage and light to carry on to see that other day, to realise those dreams, and push myself harder to reach those goals.
How can I ever thank you enough?
I want us to be untouchable, like the stars...
history... is my story.
history wasn’t that bad a paper actually. but it wasn’t fantastic either. oh well. its all abit surreal at this point, not knowing how well I would actually do and all. :(
GP was weirdd. like i screwed up paper 2 and i didn’t know how well i would have done for the 5 side long essay (the longest that i’ve ever written) on patriotism. does being patriotic give me extra...
sometimes, and only perhaps, love.
sometimes love works on quandaries, on fringes far, never quite within reach. You feel its presence, and see its glow, but it never happens. Just so you know.
sometimes you get to bask in its hearty glow, feel that richly alluring presence, taste that warm romantic juice of life, one that gives taste, color and vibrance to anything it touches. only if you’re luckier.
sometimes, love works...
operation A. part 1/9.
what a breath of fresh air - now that it’s over.
question on origins was tricky, but JO was straightforward, and I was so lucky that question 4 came out. haha. SBQ was ho-hum, but oh well.
let’s hope I can get that A. ON TO MATH. A little tired, but no worries, tomorrow will be better. :)
life gives you hope, because I can see the end now.
What's next?
Maybe, we’re so used to preparing for the big test that we aren’t daunted by it - it’s like a huge anti-climax. Or the sudden realisation that this is all nothing, nothing but a mere formalized institutional occasion to scratch paper with our pens, nothing but a little test of academic thinking across the nation.
I’m strangely calm, so calm that it’s pretty much...
i'm still new at this.
new things, new experiences. I still don’t know what to make of things. Perhaps its that romantic readiness, that extraordinary capacity to wonder, that gift of hope… that we find life, in its true form, in the form of an orgastic future that recedes before us.
hello, new blog. what shall i make of my old?