Inspiration (or the lack of it)

Why we do our work on Monday nights – tongue in cheek, of course.

I must say that as a FSV student doing part 2 semester, the timetable sucks.

Monday is IS day. -pukes- Tuesdays end at 6, Wednesdays are almost sleeping days, Thursdays end at 5 for my classmates. Fridays end at 12, but who seriously has mood for work after that.

Which effectively leaves us the weekends and Monday to rush out our work.

Who the heck would have work on first priority on weekends?!

I believe most of us sleep in on Saturdays. That’s alooooooooot of productive time already gone. Then there are those who go clubbing at night, dance and pick up girls…

Thinking of work at this time is serious

Annoying.

If you leave the club (and the girl/guy you pick/got picked by) before 1, you gotta be nuts. Then we factor in the hangover one will suffer from…. it’s gonna be late rising time on Sunday ( and productive time lost ).

Of course, not everyone visit clubs. But I bet the rest got appointments such as

or

Who the heck will want to start work when you’re making the David Beckham, Lionel Messi or even Cristiano Ronaldo obey your every command at every whim and whine of your joystick or on a 200 men killing spree?

Or even pull yourself away from your chatting partner on MSN until the wee hours of the morning.

Assuming you wake up at midday on Sunday, you set out after lunch to engage in whatever activities your family has in store (Sunday IS family day).

By the time it’s over.. it’d be evening and after a hectic Saturday night, the only activity I can think of is slumber.

Before school started, FMS seniors declared that the trait of procrastinating a must to be a true blue FMS student. Until Monday night, we go (oh-shit-Mr-Leslie-will-get-angry-and-ask-Leonard-to-debar-me) we force every ounce of brain juice to complete our assignment.

You can’t really blame us for doing work last minute, really.

F*k!

So yeah, this’s the reason why I’m out of school for now. I crocked my leg on Sunday morning, apart from the Mr CCB we met at the hospital, I got to witness how pathetic our medical facilities can be too.

It took 7 hours before the frigging doctors could conclude what the eff was wrong with my foot and to decide to put a cast. Like com’on, I knew that my bone was displaced the moment I got the injury. Did the doctor have to take 5 hours to do 6 X-rays on my foot before he could decide it was the bone and not a muscle injury too?

Half the time, he seemed to be hoping I tore my ligaments instead so he could have an easier time. Kept feeling around my entire even after I told him very firmly where the affected area was TWICE..

I don’t even want to bitch about the fact he actually ran off to operate on someone while I waited for his diagnosis.

Either way, I got itches I can’t even scratch now..

To make this a proper post, I’ve been trying to move around on 3 legs these days and the experience is horrible, thus providing me inspiration on another aspect of life we might have overlooked.

It’s a big privilege to be even normal. I can’t reach for 100 plus in my fridge without somewhat of a struggle, can’t even piss without the threat of falling over. Simple tasks we taken for granted, not so simple for the handicapped.

If I can’t take it after just a few more days, what about those on crutches permanently? Bloody hell, I can’t even reach for an apple without considering the chance of imprinting my face on the floor. But they have never even experienced what is it like to move around normally before.

Hey guys, the next time you see some handicapped soul on the streets, at least stop to ask/see if he needs help. You never know the impact you can leave on him or the amount of help you can render.

Unseens and unheards.

 

Tried really hard to come up with something which might brighten up Mr. RedLurkingAroundPants job of reading about 30 blog posts a week. Failed, will try my best to do it for next week.

 

 

This week is another social issue. (Again) All along, I always had an impression of Singaporeans having high respect for “those we can’t see.” I take the public transport all the time, it irks me when some commuters sit on the outside of the chair to avoid offending some unseen being sitting on the inside, denying “those who can be seen” a place to sit.

 

 

Standing commuters are next in the firing line. I got no -bleeping- idea why some commuters refuse to move aaaaaaall the way in so more could board the bus. I can only attribute this problem to existence of beings which I cannot see but visible to them.

 

 

And yes. Mr Dingz has been late because of these annoying pricks for more than once back in his innocent secondary school days

 

 

Three days back, I saw something unexpected though.

 

A man and a woman were standing directly infront of the chair, and I pretty much wondered why the heck was any of them taking the seat. The man then tried to catch her attention by waving her hand in her direction, trying to mention her to take the seat. The woman, unfortunately, was too far in her dreamland not notice.

 

I still condemn bus commuters because they were major factors for my lateness a few years back. Many complained that Singaporeans simply lack courtesy. Now, I’m more inclined to say, maybe, a lot of them are just too shy to express their courtesy. 

 

Like my man in my post in his shy attempts to capture the woman’s attention. 

 

 

Playing the piano,

 

This post was pretty inspired by “Secret Heaven” which we watched two weeks ago. The younger girl struck me as really, really innocent and I was upset as I watched how she was mistreated(or at least to me) over the piano.

Cute, no? There are times when I ponder over this. Do we destroy innocence, or is innocence lost as one grows up? 

 

 

I’m more inclined to think it’s the former. In the Secret Heaven, the girl is forced to learn and practice the piano even though she openly displays her hatred for it.

 

A thousand possible reasons ran across my head as to why her mother might be so insistent on her learning the piano. There’s the prestige that comes with learning the piano. Scientific research seems to suggest that children who play the piano tend to be more academically inclined. 

 

Gosh. When was the last time kids did stuff just because they liked it? The great Beethoven composed his last classics while on the verge of losing his hearing. The legendary Mozart “cut” the skin between his fingers so he could play the piano better. I believe such acts are actually driven on by passion. Whatever would they say if they knew that music was being learnt for other more superficial reasons?

I believe that today, children are forced to “leave” childhood early. At the age of 7, they all join in primary schools to take part in the academic rat race. For some of them, they were given extra help years before to help ensure they had an edge when the race starts. 

 

Seriously. I think a lot of parents gotta rethink over forcing or encourage their children doing stuff only if it is somehow benefical. Basketball is a game with a hell lot of passion and friendship, but parents would probably prefer their kids to learn the piano which is so much more pragmatic and prestigious. Who wants their child to get all stinky when they can elude so much class by playing the piano? 

 

 

Playing the piano should be a beautiful thing enjoyed by its players. What’s the point if one is forced to master the piano? He will never find love for it. 

Parents out there, think twice before getting your kids to do stuff which you feel is more beneficial to his academics and what not. A child’s innocence is one of the most precious and beautiful things on Earth and definitely worth holding on to.