My Game of Life

Saturday, January 12, 2008

Now allow us to ponder deeply on that befuddling question, instead of replying with that all-too-cliche-that-its-lost-its-novelty "It's Tiger Time!"

It is midnight on 12 Jan 2008. Yes im staying up this late (as usual). Yes i was bored, which motivated me to blog. Yes its barely two weeks into the term.

But so far, we've done 6 essays, if you include those done in class and homework over this weekend, and excluding blog posts. SIX FKING MIND-BLOWING ESSAYS IN ONE WEEK OMG. And that's not taking into consideration the multiple "simple" math and scinces worksheets.

I think we're all back in the mugging mood already, thanks to the tons of homework bestowed upon our "gifted" minds. It's as if one term is past already.

If JC is even worse than this in terms of mugging, i really wonder how we're gonna survive there, AND squeeze in time for EP3/CCA etc. (I'm already slacking on my EP3 now and barely able to complete all the work, but of course you must maintain the impression of me working very hard to bring the school glory in the sporting arena.)

And i thought i would have more time and inspiration to blog once school starts...looks like i have the latter, but not much of the former nowadays. And it seems a lot of people are facing the same predicament too, going by the blog activity thus far.

Just one thing i learnt from our new History teacher (Eugene Chua), who picked it up from some rock band when he was young, that i'd like to share here:

"If you want to reach out to the masses, remember this: people are stupid."

(Maybe that's how PAP still manages to stay in power - appealing to the stpid Singaporeans who can't analyse the facts, while the scholars and critics (un)happily rant away, blasting the government and pointing out all its flaws while the masses remain blissfully ignorant.)

So why in the world are we trained to write such acadmically rigourous and quality essays with cheem language on obscure topics like European imperialism that occurred two centuries back? Unless we're gonna become journalists or renowned historians (in the sense that his work is quoted by other historians in the small print), i don't see how that would contribute to society at large.

It's as if the elites are isolating themselves from the rest of mankind by creating works that only elites can understand. In other words, Humanities is promoting elitism.

Why must we eat that many Fruits of Knowledge? Why can't we be stupid people and simply enjoy life? What's the use of scientific breakthroughs if no one else can understand you?

In the same way, maybe i should tone down my blog a little. I've always been blogging properly (with most capitalisations, punctuation and spelling) and lengthily, which im quite sure turns people off. People are probably more interested to read mundane stuff like "todae i woke up l8. i went 2 vivo 4 lunch. we 8 at mc's. the food was good. (Editor's note: This is a lie, just for the sake of an example.) then i gt e latest ipod n dell 927163x laptop. so kewl w0rhx." rather than wordy expositories on the downfall of society and vista.

Do i want to have a high readership for my blog, or would i prefer it to be a collection of my thoughts that is shut off from much of the world? Or can it be both?

I'm not sure...yet.

Last night, i had a dream...a song to sing...

Actually, it was more of a nightmare.

I dreamt i invited Shaun Tho, and Shaun alone, to my house.

(I have no idea why i would ever do that, but it's all a figment of my imagination so i shall think nothing more of it.)

So we turned on the computer, geeks we both are.

Then i think Shaun's mum must have called or "Deal or No Deal - Hunks special" must have started, because i went out. And left Shaun alone with the computer in the room.

Not a wise thing to do.

When i came back, i saw this long string of numbers somewhere on the screen. And he was controlling my character in SCO (a game used to play). Except i didn't give him my password.

So i shouted at him, before i realised one other thing: he was moving insanely fast. WAY too fast.

He was speedhacking. Using my account.

He turned and gave me that blank "no1kaires and i don't give a damn either, hit me" look. And i got really pissed, dragged him off the seat and threw him out of the house.

(He didn't fight back for once, but remember this is just a dream.)

So im like "WTF is this shet, now im going to get banned and all my spent spent grinding has been wasted nuuuu. All cos of this 'tard called Shaun. T_T"

And for that split second my anger swelled at this cruel, unfair world, and the 'tard called Shaun. Though i wondered if i could appeal to the GM to not ban my account, cos i wasn't even in control.

I wanted to cry. But it was late, so i went to sleep.

When i woke up, my first thought was "I hate Shaun, now im gonna have to restart my account." Then i considered the possibility of switching to a new game.

...Before i washed my face, realised it was 10 am in the morning and all was well.

Too bad, Shaun. Thine evil ambitions shalt nevah be fulfilled!

(However, SCO has already closed down a few weeks back; maybe its just my memory nagging at me, personifying the company responsible for the shutdown as Shaun in my dreams.)

'Twas teh winnar at 11:53 pm.