Archive for October, 2008

conformity in society

29 October 2008

it’s coming to an end of a very memorable, very fruitful but also very trying past 4 years. the winding down of activities since the end of the exams has given me time to think. and think i have.

at this juncture where roads tend to split, i want to simply savour the very last of what we have, to appreciate every bit that we as secondary 4 rafflesians are being given. there are just so many things i want to do – things i never quite had the time to do earlier. but no. there is the constant nagging of having to study chinese, to do well in chinese. there is the constant nagging of doing other seemingly more important things. it just never stops. when will we ever find the time to do the things that we love most? at this rate, never.

but that’s the way society works. there is the constant pressure to do the things that are deemed necessary, to do the things that are deemed as more important. there is a personal want to act in a certain way, to think in a certain way. but society will not let you do it your way. the constant pressure by society, in any form, has caused you to mould and conform to society or risk dropping out of it. and that’s what i’m beginning to realise.

we do some of the things we do because we need to conform to society and societal expectations. sometimes that pressure may even reshape our way of thinking such that we do not even realise how our perceptions and our actions have changed. but for others who cannot be bothered about what you think, simply cannot be bothered. they would not change their lifestyle just to suit you. but even then, sometimes i feel that this “cannot be bothered” is merely an act. the desire to feel “wanted”, i believe, is natural. very few people will live in their own sanctuary happy to be ignored and disowned by society. so while they say they don’t care, some how some where i feel they do. which is why i personally feel there is a constant need to ask ourselves “are we doing this because of soceity? if so, to what end? if not, is it really me?”

this is why i want to just sit and watch people. some, though confined within this society that we have to survive in, will still shine and sparkle. there will be magic conjured from their very finger tips which would never fail to amaze and awe you. but there are still others who seem to merely glow. but i do believe that every one of us has our own gifts. none should be looked down on.

change in people can be so rapid and so drastic, it can be scary sometimes. but as we eventually split paths and get cooked in different societal environments, i’d really like to watch and appreciate that change.

what our childhoods mean in the course of our lives, i can’t really say. what our lives really mean, i can’t really tell. but these enjoyments and appreication of the people in life and life as a whole seem to give me just a little sparkle.

gaze

24 October 2008

smell the aroma, taste the sweetness
- that’s the magic that some brew.

smell the stench, taste the bitterness
- that’s the sorrow that some must swallow.

just watch them perform in their lives

and simply appreciate the meaning of it all.

because i haven’t found mine

just smile?

19 October 2008

the fight is almost over. it’s been a trying one, possibly the most trying i’ve had. i’d choose to believe i’ve given it my best. but may be i haven’t and i’m just cheating myself. i don’t know. results and numbers seem to be the only true test, but they’re never always accurate or reliable. i’m pretty much not expecting any appetising results – because i know however much it was i had given, it simply wasn’t enough. i’ve got to just accept it that i’m not good at my studies and just better myself each time (though not everyone will simply accept that).

stand by the side and just watch the people around you. you’ll be awed by the marvels and wonders which they create from their very finger tips. take your hat off and smile. there’s always a beautiful story of hardships to hear.

failed humanities

17 October 2008

may be im just not cut for humanities as i hoped myself to be. i just totally blanked out after looking at the poem and the question, stared at the paper for 15 mins and finally decided i should get started. but the writing pace was like.. i was writing a practice essay. i realised just may be i can’t think during exams (or pressure in general) which is why i so shouldn’t be taking humanities. i should just take subjects that i can mechanically memorise and mechanically spew out. it’s really tough trying to convince myself to take lit next year when all i can manage is.. nothing during exams.

either way, it’s nice knowing we’ve survived this week. just feels so good, especially given our really mentally tired state. as usual, i’m thinking about the end already. there are so many things i want to put myself to do. until i realise there’s still chinese.

one more to go – driven by personal aims.

to the end

16 October 2008

2 more papers to go.
i’m survivng so far.
really looking forward to it ending.

13 October 2008

fatigue’s setting in and my mind feels like shutting down – i want to sleep. but for our personal pleasure and personal gain, we gotta just push ourselves this one bit more. for the smile at the end -

for the love of?

10 October 2008

how many of your know why you live life? for those with a religion, i think you’re better off.

are we made for disappointments? are we made to rise up from disappointments? if so, then why do we get disappointed in the first place? what makes us care so much to get disappointed?

then again, why must we find answers. why must there be a reason why we live. can’t we just be mechanical?

i’m a rebel. not that i think i should be heading that way.

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thanks so much for the encouragements. they do mean a lot to me.

the sad fact of the matter is

5 October 2008

studying isn’t everything.

just because you’ve studied doesn’t mean you’ll do well. serial killer #1 carlessness. serial killer #2, #3… misreading of the question, not answering the question, time runs out, mind blanks out… there are so many things that can happen, so many things that do not and will not justify the effort you’ve put in.

but the sad fact of the matter is that the examiner doesn’t care. it is a stone, cold, emotionless paper that stares back at you. too bad if you were careless, too bad if you misread the question, too bad if your mind went blank. just too bad. that is the reality and we have to face up to it. these are errors we have to prepare for, to make sure we do not commit. because when the answer is wrong or when your paper is blank, it is just too bad.

and better still, some people around you just don’t care either. to hell if you were careless, to hell if you blanked out. the only things that matter are the bloodied figures etched into the pale, blank paper. those may only be the indicator for your results, not your effort. but the world doesn’t care. no one’s gonna cry for you if you suffocated under the pressure of exams. the numbers don’t have a heart.

i think of this and i’m scared. why do i study? afterall, there’s no way i’m gonna improve my grades. there’s no way i’m gonna get any better. why do i give it my best shot? what is my best shot in the first place? at the end of the day, people are going to say, ‘this isn’t your best effort’. and then you wonder… if they are right. why do the results matter so much? it doesn’t decide your future that much, not at this stage. who do i study for? me? my parents?

i’d screw myself up thinking of these things – so i’m forcing myself not to. the mind’s everything, believing overcomes anything. that’s what i’m inserting into myself. we could say “i’m dead” and give up. or we could say “f*ck it” and give up. or we could say “i’m giving it what i’ve got” and hope for the best but f*ck the end results. i’m choosing to choose the last one. hopefully, that’s what i’m doing.

studying’s a test of the mind

2 October 2008

the will, the determination. the focus, the concentration. the believe.  – it’s just like a sports match in the finals, except that it lasts much longer than a few minutes or hours.

my head’s getting real loose.