Wednesday, 7 October 2009 
Oh what I would give just to be back there, back there in Prague. Sick of this shit. -/edit- Just now a middle-aged businessman stepped into the lift just as I pressed the 'close' button. No, I didn't get raped/ mugged, you sadistic bastard. Upon seeing that I was still in uniform, he asked whether I just ended school for the day (it was about 10pm). I surveyed him for a moment and decided that he was safe to talk to (yes, Mom, I do listen to you even though you think I don't). So I said 'Yeah, had tuition and some stuff.' Then he gaped at me, and said 'Woah. I've got a son entering Primary One next year and I've got no idea what to expect, lah.' Before I could launch into a speech about the stresses of a typical student in the Singaporean education system the lift reached my floor and I left. But that really got me thinking for a bit. Since when did all this madness start? Primary 6? Primary 1? Good heavens, kindergarten 1, maybe? How is it that so many of us feel so bogged down at this age (which is, supposedly, a peak in our lives)? So jaded; so tainted with many of life's worries usually reserved for the fully-matured. When did it get this crazy? This is insanity at its worst, IMO. We're all running this race, but what are we running for, really? Just to beat that loser who keeps stubbornly trailing you, I bet. If you can't keep up, it's okay to me, because you're only human. For me, God has answered this question many times. In other news, I (still) can't integrate to save my life. But I am still very much the same girl inside out. Math doesn't change a thing. So why should my ability to integrate/ answer weirdass questions affect how far I will go in life? No, I won't let it. | 
