Transitions

Wee Ren just told me about this book he read about 2012.
Some pretty interesting stuff about the 5th dimension.
And how only the humans who adapt the fastest will survive.
Ceaselessly interesting and mind-boggling.

Me I'm feeling my loss in years.
So many <9 year olds about grade 5-7 in both violin and piano.
Shit shit shit.
I hate prodigies.

Rain Makers Forever

Had some hell of a time when wind and rain struck right after our finishing of YMCA. Not the first time. Good times seem all too short for me. Pity.
Good times are now.
Me looking at the form 2s' in band, wishing I had more time to spend in the band.
You feel like yourself, no facades needed, no pretending, no secret grudges or unresolved conflict, there's some solidarity.
Heck we don't even mind our smells of sweat.
Perhaps it's because it smells of passion and perseverance?

Maybe in the future, when we each part from SSB, when we hear, see or play any one band instrument, we'll think of those fun, senseless, stupid, feckless, eventful and fun days together.
Makes me wonder if we'll ever be in contact in future,
Shall we have a band reunion?
Shall there still be unconditional bonds through music?
Or are these simply the dreams of a hopeless sentimental?
I hope not.

Imagine that moment, the last time you'll ever pick up your instrument and make some music with fellow band members, and then to never pick up the instrument ever again in future, only to imagine and relive the moments of music in recordings played by others...

Too sad to let it happen.
How many will actually continue playing their instruments in the future?

Time seems all too great a teacher, if only she doesn't kill both the dreams and memories of her students and the very memory of them.

Driven To The Edge Of Contemplation

Before this comes a phase where you like being alone.
Lots of more stages in between. But it's all irrelevant.
My titles are getting more and more non-comprehensive.

I recently read the Star and saw the comments sent via SMS by a reader that had "an hotel" in it.
And we actually learn this in kindergarten. If this is taught and the mistake is still made, will grammar education actually help improve the standards among Malaysians? All educators I know say: No.

Malaysians are pretty good at getting what we want. Only thing is sometimes what we aim for isn't enough. What's with all the memorizing in school without practical application? No one knows really how we use additional maths in reality, maybe in physics if you're an engineer, but who knows what else? Does memorizing everything by the book help us discover things? Does memorizing make us smarter?

In Seafield we don't have too many juicy tales of mishaps and follies of students, maybe the too often epic failure copulations and the way some of us treat toilets. But we have people in all forms, shapes, sizes and intelligence memorizing facts and reciting books short-term.
Objective?
To get flying colours for each and every examination. A fine goal, be assured.
.....But let the flying colours fly by each and every time, and learn absolutely nothing each year.

We produce many straight A students, but why don't their results reflect their capabilities at all?
Our school system kills creativity and innovation.
Face it, embrace change, adapt, or get wiped out.

Scenes From The Inconspicuous

Quiet, serene surroundings...
And the blare of a distant car horn....
A walk down this middle-class street isn't a very interesting one.
You'd probably never walk down this street in the first place.
But it's got beautiful sunsets.

Self

Forgotten what it's like to be a little kid wanting to know so many things.
Then the world teaches you that mistakes cannot be made, and only the ones afraid of ever going wrong don't make mistakes. They are also the people who lose out on what life has to offer.

Make that marginally embarrassing mistake in front of class and you learn it's not worth getting humiliated just because you wanted to learn something new.

We also have unsympathetic people who judge to damnation someone before assessing the situation and possibilities. Judging ain't easy to be good at.

Conformists...
Spiked hair and low socks make us bad ass kids who won't abide the law and D students for exams?
Blurting out the inappropriate conversation topic at the wrong time on occasion labels us?
Indeed, it takes a lifetime to build a good reputation but it only takes one second for the whole thing to return to the earth. Bloody overused saying but who the hell actually gave a damn about it?

Looking back on the past. Primary friends usually don't last. Usually only one or two actually remain close to you. Raise your hand if that's true.

Tired of being right about every human folly including my own but never happy.
Sometimes I feel ignorance is bliss.

Blog looking more and more emo.

Dead Meat

I have not much to talk about but problems and problems.

I don't like complaining about them. It's burdening enough without other's pity.

I didn't go to my 6C/2005 class reunion.
I didn't go to Lick Hung's carnival.
Yes I'm not very fond of crowds and senseless hahas.

Transportation FROM school has become an issue after the Kesas management blocked the fence I pass to go home, and transporters are either full or problematic. People stay either to near to Seafield or too far.

Sure, walk the long way. Double my usual walking time from 20 minutes to 40.

I'm dead meat thanks to a series of events which turned out most unfortunate for me.

Atrophy & Decadence

After the holidays it seems our school Seafield has gone through some regression.

Let's see,
The bell won't work.
The PA system is defunct.
The fans and lights won't even malfunction.

Basically we just lost all electrical power.

Oh wow an emulated ancient civilization in the school.
We smell like barbarians who somehow got hold of some fugly uniforms. These barbarians gave me hearing overload this morning. I am totally fazed.

You know this has been bugging me for years now.
In Seafield, we have people who walk together, and take up the whole corridor/stairwell. Well that's perfectly fine with me, I don't own the corridor.
But will you please effing walk faster or let traffic pass you feckless pack of ingrates?

Come to think of it, we're all regressed to the brink of insanity.
Once again I feel obligated to advocate another one of the brilliant links The Hann gives me.
Wisdom
(expect explicit exposition)

Hi I am exams. I was designed to make you study like shit two weeks before I come. This is to ensure student's complacency levels are refreshed every semester. Part of my job description is to confuse and confound both students and teachers alike. I also have the uncanny ability to cast the illusion of superior intellect upon those who have brains who have no practical intelligence nor analytical intelligence but can memorize anything but not understand a shit.