Note: I try as much not to commit these crimes. Try is the word. No one's perfect!
1) Complain about the weather.
2) Post obscure thoughts that hardly anyone will be able to relate to.
3) Mega high frequency tweets. It's okay if you REALLY have constructive things to say, but if they're all one-word tweets like, "Great." or "Awesome." or "Damn." WHO IN THE WORLD WILL GET YOU?! Don't waste my time dearie.
4) OBSESSIVE RETWEETING. Yeah sure RT a few cause they're funny. But seriously, don't retweet the entire guy's timeline. If I like him, I'll follow him. Thanks for sharing anyway but please stop your RTing addiction.
5) Constantly tweet about that someone who doesn't like you back or rejected you or something along those lines like you're talking to him/her. You're just feeding my curiosity. WHO IS THAT?! There's no privacy on twitter. If you want to share, GO ALL THE DAMN WAY.
X
Sunday, February 12, 2012
Saturday, February 04, 2012
University
The topic that is popping up more frequently than ever before. And usually I wouldn't mind it, because that is afterall the most interesting thing that can be happening to anyone's life - transition. People are constantly intrigued by change, although whether this fascination translates to something positive or negative is a whole different story. But yes, that's why the topic of decisions I will be making after A-levels is probably such a "hot" one.
I still remember post O-levels. I was so bent and determined on pursuing my interests in polytechnic. My mother shared the same determination as I had, unfortunately in a different area. She wanted me to take the other route to junior college, complete A-levels to get a better, higher chance of entering one of the local universities. This was the path that was most familiar to me. Junior college mostly entailed the same kind of routine I had experienced in secondary school. (Noting of course, that the A-level curriculum is much more rigorous and of a whole different standard than what you would expect at O-levels.)
But yes, at that time, junior college seemed like another prison for me. It appeared that if I chose A-levels instead of a diploma, I would be missing out on what might be the time of my life doing the things I love, instead of studying subjects that wouldn't matter to me at all once I graduate. Typical mentality of students, I hear you say. But it is true, and that's the charm of polytechnic diplomas.
Needless to say, I caved in to my mother's demands and entered junior college. However at this point I must say that I do not regret this path. Yes, halfway through those two years, I felt so much like giving up. Most of the time I felt just like an average student who was short of true intellect to gain respect. It was not easy at all. But now that I'm past those two years, it feels so good to say that I survived junior college. I survived it. I didn't just scrape through it. Although when the A-level results are released... That might change a little. I mean that in a bad way.
My point is, yes, I feel good about doing junior college. It may be a good thing that I chose this path, who knows? Yet right now, I'm about to make the really final academic-related decision that I'll ever make in my entire life (let's not think about graduate studies yet) - university. And guess what? My mother doesn't think that going overseas to study is a great idea at all.
On my part, I would really appreciate some support. The fact that I actually did what she wanted me to do - junior college - is testament that I did think about what she wanted for me. But right now, at this point in time of my life, I am 18 years old. This is exactly the time of your life when you should be doing something that isn't the norm. Taking risks and failing. Go overseas to study thinking you have the best time of your life but end up studying your butt off because you just got reminded that you paid shitload of money for this. That's exactly what I want to do.
The local universities are kickass. I know that. But it doesn't matter to me. Why should I not dare to aim for the impossible? I'm not rich, so it's gonna take me a generous scholarship to bring me to where I want to be. I'm not even sure if I'm going to do well enough to get a place in the college. How am I less deserving of an experience that is so readily available to those who can afford it? Why should I stop dreaming about it?
Now that I finished my A-levels, life is so much better. But I still have these to worry about. It just never ends does it? Here, in chronological order: results in March, which will determine my chance of a scholarship, scholarship application/interview (if I am so lucky to be shortlisted), and in April, I will be informed of my college acceptance/rejection. The best part is ALL three parts have to go my way or I won't get what I'm dreaming of.
This year is so important.
I still remember post O-levels. I was so bent and determined on pursuing my interests in polytechnic. My mother shared the same determination as I had, unfortunately in a different area. She wanted me to take the other route to junior college, complete A-levels to get a better, higher chance of entering one of the local universities. This was the path that was most familiar to me. Junior college mostly entailed the same kind of routine I had experienced in secondary school. (Noting of course, that the A-level curriculum is much more rigorous and of a whole different standard than what you would expect at O-levels.)
But yes, at that time, junior college seemed like another prison for me. It appeared that if I chose A-levels instead of a diploma, I would be missing out on what might be the time of my life doing the things I love, instead of studying subjects that wouldn't matter to me at all once I graduate. Typical mentality of students, I hear you say. But it is true, and that's the charm of polytechnic diplomas.
Needless to say, I caved in to my mother's demands and entered junior college. However at this point I must say that I do not regret this path. Yes, halfway through those two years, I felt so much like giving up. Most of the time I felt just like an average student who was short of true intellect to gain respect. It was not easy at all. But now that I'm past those two years, it feels so good to say that I survived junior college. I survived it. I didn't just scrape through it. Although when the A-level results are released... That might change a little. I mean that in a bad way.
My point is, yes, I feel good about doing junior college. It may be a good thing that I chose this path, who knows? Yet right now, I'm about to make the really final academic-related decision that I'll ever make in my entire life (let's not think about graduate studies yet) - university. And guess what? My mother doesn't think that going overseas to study is a great idea at all.
On my part, I would really appreciate some support. The fact that I actually did what she wanted me to do - junior college - is testament that I did think about what she wanted for me. But right now, at this point in time of my life, I am 18 years old. This is exactly the time of your life when you should be doing something that isn't the norm. Taking risks and failing. Go overseas to study thinking you have the best time of your life but end up studying your butt off because you just got reminded that you paid shitload of money for this. That's exactly what I want to do.
The local universities are kickass. I know that. But it doesn't matter to me. Why should I not dare to aim for the impossible? I'm not rich, so it's gonna take me a generous scholarship to bring me to where I want to be. I'm not even sure if I'm going to do well enough to get a place in the college. How am I less deserving of an experience that is so readily available to those who can afford it? Why should I stop dreaming about it?
Now that I finished my A-levels, life is so much better. But I still have these to worry about. It just never ends does it? Here, in chronological order: results in March, which will determine my chance of a scholarship, scholarship application/interview (if I am so lucky to be shortlisted), and in April, I will be informed of my college acceptance/rejection. The best part is ALL three parts have to go my way or I won't get what I'm dreaming of.
This year is so important.
Thursday, January 26, 2012
Just getting by
Regardless of personal beliefs, I think everyone desires a meaningful life. No one wants to live feeling like they're less worthy than an ant, whose hardworking instincts is in fact its purpose in life.
Taking the example of the ant further, is purpose built-in? Is it part of our biology? That is, some say, reproducing. Let's just say that I have some really strong opinions about certain topics of interest, but for this and some others, I really have none. Not a result of indifference, but a matter of feeling inadequate to make my own opinion on the matter.
In fact, why should having an opinion of anything and everything be a good thing other than the fact that you're well read? But no one knows everything so most of the time, people would think of you as annoying.
This post is just a ramble of thoughts after work. Thank you for your understanding. (I'm only assuming.)
Taking the example of the ant further, is purpose built-in? Is it part of our biology? That is, some say, reproducing. Let's just say that I have some really strong opinions about certain topics of interest, but for this and some others, I really have none. Not a result of indifference, but a matter of feeling inadequate to make my own opinion on the matter.
In fact, why should having an opinion of anything and everything be a good thing other than the fact that you're well read? But no one knows everything so most of the time, people would think of you as annoying.
This post is just a ramble of thoughts after work. Thank you for your understanding. (I'm only assuming.)
Friday, January 20, 2012
Pre-weekend reflection
Having a routine sure helped. Waking up at 6.15, going to school, hiding at her desk, meeting young people in a phase she had just survived, going home on a well-deserved, quiet bus ride home - they kept her mind out of emotions she did not want to feel. She was back at the familiar, with people she knew she could relate to; both young and, well, the less young. Her routine kept her going as the week passed by so easily. Almost too easily. But she was glad nevertheless. She had made it without feeling sorry for herself or frustrated with the way of the world. She was proud of herself.
Although there was a tiny problem: routine was hardly associated with romance. What was romance without some spontaneity? And there she was, hit by the realisation that routine could kill them both. Yet with the 13-hour time difference, there was little she could do. Instead, she chose to believe in the near future. That in a little more than four months' time, all her worries would disappear, even if only temporary. Time was her only enemy.
She believed that he, like her, did not think that routine would be the death of them. Love was not romance. They are hardly ever the same thing at all, are they? She believed romance was fleeting; love was true. Romance demands the physical, but love does not. Romance desires pleasure, whereas love fills and nourishes. And she also believed that they shared the latter. However, being her, she knew that it would be useless to only believe and not know for sure if she was right. She could not wait to see him, in person, again.
Although there was a tiny problem: routine was hardly associated with romance. What was romance without some spontaneity? And there she was, hit by the realisation that routine could kill them both. Yet with the 13-hour time difference, there was little she could do. Instead, she chose to believe in the near future. That in a little more than four months' time, all her worries would disappear, even if only temporary. Time was her only enemy.
She believed that he, like her, did not think that routine would be the death of them. Love was not romance. They are hardly ever the same thing at all, are they? She believed romance was fleeting; love was true. Romance demands the physical, but love does not. Romance desires pleasure, whereas love fills and nourishes. And she also believed that they shared the latter. However, being her, she knew that it would be useless to only believe and not know for sure if she was right. She could not wait to see him, in person, again.
Wednesday, January 18, 2012
Videos
Just a list of videos that you might want to check out if you are bored + want to feel hopeful/touched/emotional.
And another list of videos, of AWESOME performances that I can't stop watching over and over again.
And another list of videos, of AWESOME performances that I can't stop watching over and over again.
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