i need to stop talking to random people on the bus. today was some 50+ year old uncle. it was interesting per se, since we ended up talking a little about brand name schools and the successful people who graduate from hci and rj. but not all of them become famous politicians or businessmen. not all of them become leaders of society. in fact, most of them don't.
does that make them a disappointment to the school?
why do they expect so much from us?
the topics for my gp essay test today left me in a very contemplative mood that i had to kick to the back of my mind until now.
"there is no such thing as luck. people determine their own lives." do you agree?
i realised that i nvr stated if i did. but it doesn't matter because every time i write an essay i actually have an opinion on, i fail it. but the thing is, luck makes a fool of us all. we are but playthings for some greater cosmic power to amuse itself, not unlike lab mice placed in a supersized labyrinth and tested for reactions to cruel twists of fates.
youth is wasted on the young. do you agree?
hell yes. if we're gonna spend our young lives stuck at desks and lectures, then we don't need this exuberance of youth. save it for later when we can actually do something. sure, it's possible to make a difference when we're still young and schooling, but not everyone has that kind of juggling ability. most of us are still kids with barely an inkling of understanding of how the real world works. let the young learn first, then give them the youth to experience the world. it is pointless to ask us to persue our passions when we're struggling for that all too essential diploma. our youth is being wasted on homework.
and again i am reminded of what an ikan bilis i am. but i guess the news doesn't come as much of a surprise, though that doesn't mean i'm not disappointed. then again, i knew it when i walked out of that room and knew that it wasn't enough. in another school, maybe. but however easy circumstances have made it to get in, i must not forget what school this is. i'm drowning in one of the biggest ponds in singapore and it sucks to be at the bottom of the food chain.
but i refuse to be eaten.
(the sudden irrational fear i developed in hc makes a lot more sense to me now. turns out the little voice in my head was light years ahead of me in coming to the same conclusions.)
