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The one with my shallow disappointments
Friday, May 29, 2009
I sit by the computer, typing and pondering over my mixed match thoughts on life as a whole. There are many problems within my life that I wish would just simply vanish into thin air, to be forgotten and to be ignored. Everyone has baggage, everyone wishes that their problems would also simply just melt away. For Wei Chin, its the decision whether or not to drop to Basic Chinese, for Ghee Wei, I suppose is the ever-hanging present rush to complete and qualify for DSA, for Obama would be the hardline attacks of the Republican party, and for Rush Limbaugh, the actual chance that Obama will suceed. My problems don't are not any less troubling. I have disappointing grades, a lazy bone within my body and as many of you would agree upon, a fat ass. Procrastination is my vice. Ghee Wei's achievements are my envy. The Mid Years are my shallow disappointments. The school is my oppressor. Laze is my greed. My heart is my battleground. My Mind is my punishment. Mr Muru, has always quoted (again, and again and again: We get it) that by having a school and education is a priviledge - along with the toilet, free thought, student logic and detention - that we should appreciate. But sometimes I think that it is the opposite. I think that we are sometimes jealous, are envious of that Colombian Peasant Farmer who is too poor for school. He has no pressure to suceed, he has reached the bar intended for him. He has no future, for he does not need to think that far. We think of future careers, NS, University choices, love and appreciation. Things too far in the future to achieve but way too close to ignore. The farmer thinks of his next meal and where he will sleep tonight. We are sad people, whose lives are govern by someone else's thought and action.
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