Sunday, August 06, 2006

Politics of the Higher

HELLO!, why am i so high? Dunno. Anyway, i went to church today, and i couldn't concentrate at all cause i was thinking thruout everything about a certain matter, to be exact, a fantasy, to make it clearer, i was daydreaming. Anyway, after lunch we didn't have singspiration, rather, some one from canada to share her testimony. Well, she was just an odinary high school girl, and she received a vision from God to actually have a singing service at city hall, an open place which needed months before hand to book and hundreds of thousands to do so, and yeah, she went forward to try to realise this vision and miraculously everything worked for her la, she even booked it for free. Yeah, then more miraculous stuff, like a new sun emerging amongst the dark clouds immediately after they prayed, which i thought was interesting, i'd sure like to receive a vision from God someday.

Anyway, when i was playing games halfway, my mum interrupted my fun by pulling me to attend the hi-tea with the other adults, so i obliged and yeah. So anyway, when my brother and i were seated amongst the adults, they asked me what school i was in now, then i said it, and they haven't even heard of it before. So actually, are we proud to be beattiyans? To me, not really, since young my mum has pressured me on my homework, and i guess due to my laziness and passion for soccer, i failed miserably and got to beatty and brought shame to the family. Are we proud to be beattyians? I mean, when i'm actually outside i wouldn't say i am, but at least i have a sense of belonging to beatty, but of course, when i'm out dining with my parent's friends, i'm super embarrassed to talk about my studies, no matter how smart or talented i seem to be, i'm still in beatty, anyway, whatever i say here is really stupid, of course i'm in no position to say i belong to schools like raffles and the good schs cause i'm still lazy in beatty, so i deserve to be in beatty due to my laziness, i mean, unless i get 1st in standard all the time, i just need someone and something to push me. I wish i can attend a motivational talk everyday of my life, cause when i do actually attend these talks, i work hard- for 1 day, and then it dies. So anyway, due to my laziness, i'm brought shame to my family. I mean, my mum has to have high standards due to the standards set by themselves based on their academic achievements and naturally, these standards must be followed by and reached by the next generation, and i'm too lazy to reach those heights. There're just too much fun to miss out in life, why spend 24/7 studying, trying to prepare for happiness when we get our dream jobs when a car might kill me tomorrow at 12:47pm? The point i'm trying to make is to enjoy life, but how am i gonna do that without feeling guilty? Maybe we take a different perception, one, being to let go of everything and to enjoy life, don't worry about what's gonna happen tomorrow, tomorrow's worries will be settled tomorrow, today, i drink and dance and make merry. The 2nd being i work hard now and reap the fruit tomorrow. So anyway, what should we follow?

Anyway, i had a good time with the adults today, we touched on the importance of eyesight. Yeah, actually, i do wear specs, i guess i'm too vain to wear them (not the pair in my bag). But as we grow older, we might actually suffer from longsightedness, and my father was telling us about when he was like 36, he went for reservice and cause he was in charge of checking the missle launching( or whatever it was involving those portable missle thingys, or cannons) He was in charge of a live firing session and it was dark and my father suffered from longsightedness, haha, he couldn't see the cannon scale markings and put his trust on his guys and just gave the direction to fire, haha, everyone exploded when we heard that, for all we know, the cannons might have been directed at the Istana.

This post is so boring, i'll think of a better one soon. Most probably on tues, about e1's and e2's soccer match.

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