Today I opened my Amath Textbook and found out that everytime I look at a question I feel damn frustrated and tired. I'm honestly sick and tired of lessons. There are teachers who are rushing to complete the syllabus before the final years come. So alot of lessons are like mass-absorbing sessions which seriously kills your brain cell. Firstly, Mrs Tan has been literally shoving math formulas in our head, Mr Chen shoving Chem topics, Relief teachers shoving Bio topics and lots of shoving involved. I realised that I don't even have the mood to sit down and do my revision anymore. I hope I really don't burnout. If I really did, it would be big freaking trouble for me. I'm even skeptical about praying. That's how darn messed up I feel right now.
Anyway, let's set this topic aside. I went breaking with Selva and Matthias today. It was a depressing day for me. Though I can do the Nike now, my toprock and uprock sucks totally and big time. If I continued like that I will get my butt owned at any battle. Practise with music. That's what I'm going to do after exams. I wanna at least survive the battle without me pausing to think of what crap I should do next. At least I learnt something crucial about break-dancing. I also managed to learn the Forearm Nike today and I'm currently practising CC's to Baby Freeze. Breakdancing is really a damn fun thing but damn tiring thing to do, but I'm not gonna give up.
The next post is about a story which I'm going to write based on the song "The Man Who Can't Be Moved" by The Script. Please don't flame me if it stinks.
Friday, September 19, 2008
Friday, September 5, 2008
I Can't Stop The Rain, But I Will Hold You Till It Goes Away
I just finished my weekly target for my studies yesterday at Bishan Library. It's a gruelling process with endless hours put in over stuff like "Why there are less trees in Kalimantan" and finding the area of sectors, blah blah blah. Mugging stinks, but fortunately I've completed what I'm supposed to do for this week. So here I am, blogging. Take this moment to enjoy a song which I've been listening to lately. It's a song called "When The Rain Comes" by Third Day.
Thursday, September 4, 2008
What Did I Ever Do In My Past Life?
There is a new meaning and definition of the word "Holidays". Holidays are days where you mug and mug your asses off without going to school. Holidays are also known as "home schooling" sessions where you face your greatest enemies and fears. No, they're not monsters under your bed or dark wizards carrying wands, and they're not people carrying Ak-47 and RPGs.
This new breed of enemies, that is even more dangerous than the Al-Qaeda, is something labelled as "O' Level Additional Mathematics", "O-Level Physics", basically everything to do with "O-Levels" and "Sec 3". Mrs Tan once encouraged us to stay away from video games as she claimed that some of them would lead to "violent thoughts and behaviours of teens". Well, if her theory is CORRECT, why is it that I feel like banging my head against the wall everytime I stare at my AMath Textbook? Why do I feel like throwing all my homework out of the dang window, or even better still, burn them and laugh while they are reduced to nothing but ashes.
My conclusion? Homework is something more deadly than violent video games. Why? Look at it this way:
When you do your darn homework, you get frustrated.
When you get frustrated, anger builds up inside you.
When anger builds up inside you, you tend to go beserk and crazy.
When you go berserk and crazy, you would want to release or vent your anger.
When you want to release all the rage inside you, you tend to play violent video games, as you know, when you shoot all your darn enemies in the head or blow them up into pieces with your claymores and grenades, you imagine that the enemies are your teachers and it feels good to take revenge because of all the darn work they gave you.
When you play violent video games, this in turn leads to violent behaviours and thoughts.
And so the cycle repeats itself. Homework is the origin of all these behaviour, in my opinion. That's why most of the most brilliant minds on earth are so-called "bonkers".
Well, I guess at the end of the day, as much as I want to throw away my homework, I still have to face it because that's the only thing that's gonna get me a piece of paper called a "degree" which in turn gets me a "J-O-B". Mundane stuff, but hey we all gotta eat.
This new breed of enemies, that is even more dangerous than the Al-Qaeda, is something labelled as "O' Level Additional Mathematics", "O-Level Physics", basically everything to do with "O-Levels" and "Sec 3". Mrs Tan once encouraged us to stay away from video games as she claimed that some of them would lead to "violent thoughts and behaviours of teens". Well, if her theory is CORRECT, why is it that I feel like banging my head against the wall everytime I stare at my AMath Textbook? Why do I feel like throwing all my homework out of the dang window, or even better still, burn them and laugh while they are reduced to nothing but ashes.
My conclusion? Homework is something more deadly than violent video games. Why? Look at it this way:
When you do your darn homework, you get frustrated.
When you get frustrated, anger builds up inside you.
When anger builds up inside you, you tend to go beserk and crazy.
When you go berserk and crazy, you would want to release or vent your anger.
When you want to release all the rage inside you, you tend to play violent video games, as you know, when you shoot all your darn enemies in the head or blow them up into pieces with your claymores and grenades, you imagine that the enemies are your teachers and it feels good to take revenge because of all the darn work they gave you.
When you play violent video games, this in turn leads to violent behaviours and thoughts.
And so the cycle repeats itself. Homework is the origin of all these behaviour, in my opinion. That's why most of the most brilliant minds on earth are so-called "bonkers".
Well, I guess at the end of the day, as much as I want to throw away my homework, I still have to face it because that's the only thing that's gonna get me a piece of paper called a "degree" which in turn gets me a "J-O-B". Mundane stuff, but hey we all gotta eat.
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