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Saturday, July 26, 2008

Well honestly, I didn't care about my blog for the past few months. I must say sorry to it. That said, there wasn't much to talk about anyway. Any teeny weeny little bits of emotions here and there were cruelly erased, eradicated, blasted away with the never-ending waves of homework. It's like "I'm finally done!" and you get some more work tomorrow. Oh crap I didn't revive this blog to talk crap.

It's like the same scenario, the same experience repeated from two years ago. Only this time, the stress is greater. The difficulty is greater. Hell, everything's harder and more difficult this time round. A's is creating stress for everybody. And so, why am I here at this crucial moment, idling my time away at this stupid window that has two buttons labelled "Publish Post" and "Save now"? For a simple reason: It's time to think.

All of us have the responsibility to think. To think for ourselves, to think for our loved ones, to think for our future, to think for our academics, to think for those under our charge, to think of how to answer to our superiors, etc. What is lacking nowadays is that we dun have the time to think. And so many of us sacrifice the time to think, which is very discouraged. In my opinion, thinking is a very important process in moving on. Those who know me will know how i stare at a certain question for very long sometimes and still not putting down any answer. That's because I like thinking more than anything else. Not that we should waste all our time thinking but..I feel that the thinking process is worth more than anything else. Especially when you're thinking hard. Thinking is about planning, about deciding, or simply just..trying to solve a mathematics question. Like what i did 2 hours ago and got pissed at. 思而不学则殆,学而不思则惘。I think the more I ramble on, the more crap is being retrieved out of me, but basically, thinking is a personal process which is unique to everyone. So hereby starts MY thinking process.

I've been thinking about the normal things everyone thinks about in their thinking time. Like what happens when we die, my goals in life, what i want to achieve, etc. But most importantly, and most applicable in the present time, is how I want my JC life to end. Yes, it's coming to an end. And knowing that Mr Lee Ming Te is going overseas after JC doesn't make things better. But he's furthering his studies, it's a good cause, so good luck Mr Lee. Okay, I digress. It's time for us to think about what has happened in this mere 2 years of our lifetime. We are stepping out into the society very soon, after A lvls are finished and we are finally over and done with for hardcore mugging. I think, 10 years down the road, how many of us would still be free/willing to get down to the same class bench (assuming it still exists and will not be replaced, but looking at the state of it now..quite hard). I think, 10 years down the road, I would be talking to accomplished doctors, lawyers, scientists, businessmen (yes I haven't forgotten Mr Lee), etc. I think, 10 years down the road, I would be the one up there talking crap and wasting precious time of students in lectures and tutorials. (though I hope I wouldn't). Endless thinking. Not endless time. Essentially, thinking about how little time we have left, and how we are going to use it. Definitely, my priority is studies and Anita. Yes I balance the two. Lastly, I think about how I will own in the next prelims.

And I think about the people I meet too. It's that stupid brain of mine. Like a random stranger I meet on the street, it has to categorise and associate the person with something. It's weird. And almost immediately, I decide whether I would like that person or not. Haha. I doubt that brain's gonna change. It includes teachers too, but of course my brain utilises more of its functions this time. It extracts what's good and bad about the styles of teachers, and then place it at some small storage place in my brain. I'll take it out when the time comes.

How long this post has been. How useless it has been too. Oh well. It's mugging time! Or so i say.

Innocence
7/26/2008 04:13:00 PM


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