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Compared to this year’s PSLE top scorer, mine is rubbish. Anyway, the brat did well enough to get into a normal academic stream and so now she’s having a headache deciding which school to go to. According to her, the school’s uniform must be nice and the location should preferably be away from the North-West area so that I cannot spy on her. Me and my mother on the other hand wants a school with a decent academic track record and without a notorious image. Of course there are bad apples in every school and a kid can turn out horrible in a good school anyway but there are some schools where there are seemingly more bad apples and so it is better to take preventive measures, no? But seriously, when a student is deemed as problematic, naughty or whatever, you wonder whose fault is it. The parents, the school system, the friends or the kid him or herself. Most likely, it’s a combination of everything. So many things and people can be factored in as an influence in a person’s life so who is to say a good school alone will help shape a person into someone great? Since the MOE is in the business of moulding the future of our nation, then let’s hope the school my sister decides on will be a good choice. I will still spy on her no matter where her school is.
What did I look for in a secondary school? Basically, it cannot be the school that everyone (i.e mother, teachers) else wanted me to go to. When I submitted my form, my form teacher asked if I was so very sure that was my first choice. I was adamant and refused to change my options. On hindsight, it was a silly act of rebellion. It was a downhill slope of saying goodbye to all my childhood ambitions but somehow, someday things will work out. No chance in hell of becoming a lawyer or a geologist/oceanographer, but I’ll live.
Side note: The tip of my nose is bruised and Thai paper is tomorrow.
Ok so today at 1pm I had a very healthy lunch because I was feeling particularly disgusted with my own reflection. Grilled chicken and steamed vegetables, no carbs at all. Excellent or what? So healthy it hurts. BUT. By 4pm I was hungry again, by 7pm I was starving and by 9pm, I was wolfing down a lip-smacking Carl’s Junior portobello mushroom burger and chilli cheese fries. I have absolutely zero self control. I go down the healthy road only to make a screeching u-turn to the other end. Tomorrow I will try again.
I finally bought a new phone. It’s time to say goodbye to the red and black Nokia with the peeling cover, scratched out numbers and broken end button and say hello to errrr, a red and black Nokia as well. Obviously it’s not the same model lah fuck. Also, must remind self – do not use handphone as a shotput when angry.
I cannot believe I still have another essay due today. I have not started and it’s worrying but at the same time I am at a point of not giving a fuck about whether I am coherent enough or whether I have argued “sophisticatedly” (snort). I’ll just write whatever that comes to mind. I have to choose between writing about Asian Values or Post-911 SEA, that’s like asking you to choose between a rock or a hard place. Either way, it’s gonna be on long sucky road to the conclusion. I also got a B for an essay. My life is over. Over. OVER.
