Sicky
I suddenly remembered last year’s meet the parents session. Lena Poh, who didn’t even teach my class, spoke to our parents about us, the kids whom she never taught. Mr Tchen sat quietly in a corner. I’m still incredulous, after 1 year has passed. The session only lasted 5 minutes because she didn’t even know who I was.
Anyway, the point is, the school didn’t manage to leech enough money from the students to install air-conditioning in the halls, so Lena Poh managed to sucker my dad into donating $350. Yeah, if they can’t get the kids to donate, they get the parents to do the job. In exchange, my dad’s name would be engrave on a tile in some tile project thingy.
1 year has passed. No cool air is felt on my face during the exams in the hall, no tiles are seen.
Where the fuck did my money go? Into graining “WELCOME” onto the floor which is stepped on everyday in front the of general office? Fuck. I’m starting, no wait, already started, to hate TK as each day passes. My God, this school sucks.
Another sickening moment today was when I browsed through a few blogs. I found a TK girl’s blog which was positively saturated with content about any possible branded goods you can think of. Abercrombie, Ralph Lauren, Chanel, Gucci, everything, and it made me feel sick.
Shopping too much even makes me feel sick. I’d start thinking about how many greedy hands have smeared their hand prints onto the clothing that I had touched and how many of those hands belonged to girls like that TK girl. Wasting money on clothing which they’d wear once and probably unable to afford these clothes if it weren’t for their ATM machines aka parents. Sick, just sick.
The 3rd sickening moment was when I passed by the streets in Orchard Road. All these ang-moh sounding names of those roads drove me nuts. Orchard Boulevard, Orchard Spring Lane, Tomlinson Road, Balmoral Street, etcetera. Singapore’s becoming Mysteria Lane. What ever happened to good ol’ Teck Beng Road, or other similar sounding roads. They even wanted to change Toa Payoh into Orchid Avenue or something.
This is exactly what Singapore’s identity problem is – not sticking to our original, traditional customs which made us the slightest bit “unique”, but instead trying to abolish our past and moulding our identity similar to any other Caucasian country, which is ridiculous because we aren’t. Yet they ponder on how to make Singapore unique, jackasses. We’re Caucasian wannabes.
The 4th sickening, or more likely infuriating, moment was just a few seconds ago. I told Cheeyang my mid-year exam results.
He guffawed, “Typical C class, muahahaha.”
The next time someone insults my class in my face again, I’m honestly going to slap the crap out of him/her.
Unfortunately I couldn’t slap Cheeyang’s face because it was over MSN and he’s my friend.
I don’t know why I’m this angry, I just am. Christ, do all of you have the urge to purge your blame and tease on us just to fill the gaping hole of insecurity by feeling convinced that you’re academically superior? Fan-fucking-tastic, you’ve just won the prize of Never-Finding-Self-Actualization-Ever!
Now, I’m off to study Chinese the so-called “typical” 4C way – fail as hard as I can. HARD YO!
2 Responses to “Sicky”
Yeah.. That’s true… Haha.
Thanks!
Btw you don’t update your blog anymore 
hmmm. actually on normal days you most probably wouldnt care about road names, some random material girl, etc. you’re just stress my dear. chill ok? i mean, like screw what others think. just believe what u wanna believe and be happy. remember: shitheads do exist =D
anyway, if u need to talk, i am a call away.
o.O