Chapter Sixty-Eight: No One Wants to Look dumb

I went to some heartland dinner just now with parents at ten and missed quite a bit of Closer. anyway, i calculated my financial contigency plan.

My pay has dwindled down by half and will dwindle down even more over the coming days mainly because of food and nothing else. I spend like a pig in the canteen, and jc canteens aren’t exactly cheap.

I’m set on going for Mosaic’s Vusi Mahlasela at the Recital Studie with David Foo.

He looks like a cute old man.

Listened to some of his music, watched videos and he looks good and personal enough for Esplanade’s Recital Studio. Will be going to Esplanade ticketing booth later today to purchase tickets and hopefully I’m not too late.

It’s on 14 March, Saturday night at 7.30.

Anyway, will want to pay a visit to penin. A visit to the cookie museum and go fly kite before JAE starts or more probably before life as I know it ends and I become an intellectual zombie studying.

I read through some blogs of the Secondary 4s before me and I was thoroughly disgusted. How hypocritical I know but I guess every other batch before me went through the same thing and yes, I must have been complaining as much. With every progressive stage in life, you grumble more…and more and more.

Kids grumble about PSLE.

Teenagers complain about O levels.

Young adults bitch about As.

And then finally undergrads don’t give a damn about school.

The other day the class spent 50 minutes supposedly doing a Geography project but the group of us infront (Irysad, Me, Zhong Wei and Edmund) talked with the teacher about university for th 50 minutes and we didn’t discuss the project at all, since we completed it already.

Anyway, his insight about university was respectable and insightful …in lack of better words but I guess what he said was true, that the greatest academic hurdle that you will ever face in your life is the A levels.

I know, they say that about every other major examination but I’m sure the As have the largest amount of information compounded in a 2 year course. PSLE is about being smart, O levels is really about hard work and the As are about brilliance.

People with the greatest amount of intellect up there will excel the greatest but even my brother who took 2 S-papers said that he regretted taking the S-paper for Geog because there was “so much fucking shit to remember”- ad verbatim.

And it’s not good that I got 10/24 for Geog, 9/20 for Econs and have been averaging a C for Chemistry. My maths is fine at A. Impending doom? I don’t know. I don’t forsee anything in school that can potentially distract me.

Hard to believe when I’m such a soppy fuck but history has a habit of haunting me. So, I’m flying kites now.

I was watching the grammy’s today and remembered what Kanye said, “When I go to sleep, it’s reality but when I wake up, it’s a dream.”