Why me?

Wednesday, March 29, 2006
The new uniform, which is no longer all that new, (it already has its fair share of stains and nonsense), puts me in weird spots and makes me feel out of place sometimes. Especially when I'm walking home.

Just in case you didn't already know, my house is very near TKSS, which just happens to have an extremely similar uniform. So as a result, people mistake me for a TKSS student.

When that happens, I will kindly let them know that while I do know where the general direction of TKSS is, I really don't know what time the gate closes, how many classes there are, what time school ends, and who is the principal. (Thanks to Wikipedia, I just found out that it's this person named Mrs. Priscillia Chan.)

I don't know why, but apparently somehow I make a very good target for all sorts of questions. There can be 167 other people at the bus stop, and it's always me who gets asked.

taut

Monday, March 20, 2006
When a piece of rope is taut, there is no slack.

And that is precisely what I need, no slacking.

I have so much on the line now, and I'm already on the edge. Whoever said anything about living life on the edge. I'm about to fall off. And when I do, I don't suppose it'll take anything short of a miracle to somehow inch my way back up again.

I need to ensure myself relatively okay grades for common test after June hols. But I'm going to UK for 3 weeks in June, and that'll screw things up a bit. 3 weeks less to study. 3 weeks more of fun. Enriching, definately. Practical, perhaps not.

So to make up for that, I have to pull my rope tighter. Not so tight till it snaps, because that is just a really bad idea, but tight enough such that letting go a little at the ends would not make a big difference.

I realised how much I like my subject combi. I really do. But it's not the easiest one around. I've said this many times and I'll just say it again. If I wanted the easy As I'd be taking Science. It'll probably get the marks, but it wouldn't get my life. It'll be just another pointless thing done for the results. And what's the results if the process was one you did not enjoy at all, and know that you just simply are not meant for?

So as a result, I guess I have to work like shit.

And in line with the MOE's thing about "teach less, learn more", I shall adopt "slack less, do more".

And of course I absolutely, unquestionably, undoubtedly meant it.