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:: Saturday, August 10, 2002 ::

'What is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare?'

Taken from the GCE A Level 1997 GP Paper 1, this is truly a good statement. In fact, it was a motto of my life that I never realised. At least now I find consolation that I'm not alone in this sentiment. But I must concede that I do not keep as closely to this as I used to, after all, a busy school life is still a busy school life, and even after escaping from all the pitfalls of work, I am still bounded by something more invisible, emotions. Better than most, I guess. Or perhaps worse, to have so much time to think about it, haha.

Now, if the rest of the world would catch on this phrase, the teachers of AJ would not work us so hard. Perhaps it's safe to say they are somewhat slackening, just that people like me are still busy trying to catch-up, if trying is any suitable word for hardly making any attempt. But there are still many people who still have to understand this concept. The one reason why I can take as many CCAs within my limits as I like without becoming too busy or tied up is because I can control, and not plunge into work, work, and more work.

Try explaining this to a councillor.

Perhaps that's why they already start having some distaste for me, one of the few councillors with significantly less work, and able to commit to other things. Credit it to laziness, but what in the world is the point of grabbing more work for yourself when you don't have any? Is that dumb or what? Granted, we should help one another to lighten the load, but I already declared that my help is available if needed. I'm most certainly not going around begging for more things to eat my time. As is, I have little enough to enjoy myself, and I wanna spent every moment of that in my own silent reverie, away from this busy life.

For the same reason, my mother should not have stopped me from daydreaming and going to do something fruitful. But tell me, what's more fruitful than sitting down there in one quiet corner and thinking, reflecting? It's a lifeskill that many have lost. While I dare not say I'm superbly good at it, but it does help, to some extent. Take a look at those mad people, those superman. They are superb sportsman, excellent students, great social animals, and much more. Even they're leisure time is spent doing something fruitful like jogging or working out. But where's the time for themselves?

Selfish as it may seem, the most important thing at the end of the day, is yourself. If you don't have yourself, you cannot do a million other things for anybody else. What then, would be the point? Altruism is good, but only if you take yourself into account.

Argh, what the hell. There's no point in arguing. I need my dinner, I need to go feed myself. At least I did my share of self-indulgement writing this blog. That's the whole purpose of this anyway. To stand, stare, and then pen it down. So to speak, haha... Kk, I'm signing out for food...


:: Sam 3:04 AM [+] ::
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Wow. I had a great night last night. And a strangely comical/tragical/weird night too. Somebody is really getting a skewed sense of humour, or I'm in some stroke of bad luck. Still, I got what I wanted in the end, to a certain extent...

It was Senior's Night, one of those mass events where people go eat, drink, dance, and plain party. I waited patiently for slow dance. Prepared the roses. And then, it begun. Took me quite some time to finally see her, and gave the rose to her, but just when we were about to move in, some spiky hair idiot came and talked to her, apparently her senior. Dumb 'ol me was left standing alone watching the 2 of them. But honestly, what could I do? Yell at him? The irony of it, which I did not see till moments ago, is that my name happens to be Spike. Fancy Spike losing out to spiky hair, haha...

So there, poor ol me wanders around without a dance despite giving a rose. See one old friend of mine, and decided to ask her to dance. Just when she was about to get up, guess what? The morons changed the music to fast dance. That was when I totally threw my hands into the air and gave up. But to look on the brighter side of things, I did get a dance in the end, from both of them too.

But back to the tragical part of it, while I was dancing with that girl, lovely 'ol spiky hair came along again and interrupted us to talk to her. Hello? Am I invisible? Sorry, don't mean anything!! Argh, there must be something seriously wrong with me. And to add to that, we danced into the 2nd song, which also happens to be the last song of the night, when another senior came along and 'Excuse me, can I dance with her please?' I was so tempted to tell him to f*** off. But, fortunately for him, I graciously let him have his way. Ergh, I am too nice. Oh, the song was 'Wonderful tonight' Lovely... Sad...

Kk, there are some finer and nicer parts about the whole thing, but for the sake of entertainment purposes, I shall leave it at that. My life is a joke. I should seriously work up some kinda murderous aura around me, while that may chase away all the girls, at least it'll keep irritating spiky hair idiots and various assorted clowns from crossing me. Maybe a sword or two strapped on my back will do the trick. Or should I carry explosives? Bazookas? Bring a death squad? Any suggestions are warmly welcome.

Screw the world. And that spiky hair dude. Not to forget the miscellaneous.


:: Sam 7:37 PM [+] ::
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