I got D7 for my Chinese
For poor souls out there who do not do well in Chinese, I am so happy for you. D7 is what you need now to enter NUS! Bravo. It's a nice gesture, honestly, and I donot cast doubts on what our good 'ol ministers are doing. But frankly speaking, even with a pathetic D7, you can make it into NUS but what kind of grounds do you have to battle with students who have had at least a B3, in competitive fields? For someone like me, who got D7 for Chinese, I was simply grateful that at least a place is reserved for me in Arts and Social-Science, at least for me, I will be studying Chinese Literature in English.
My nerves just got tickled, when I read how JCs intended to arouse the interest of students in Chinese culture. I am being slained because I recommended those suggestions to my Chinese teacher in JC. Once I told her that Chinese calligraphy was so cool, I wanted to write my English composition with Chinese brush and black ink. And the last time I knew was to paint all my classmates face in Chinese Opera fashion.
... and bought myself a Pigtail.
Late Baby Bloomers
I just got pregnant, but I am aborting it for Singapore's sake. I don't hate babies, but I hate the baby policies that intend to teach us how to procreate. Okay, here it is, and here how it goes. The government match-makes uber-elites, rents 5 star hotel rooms, and off they go manufacturing babies. I can't help to think that the poor baby is some sort of providence to a cheap labour force, and to add a whole new meaning to conscription when he turns 18.
How they should go about dealing with such a deficiency, is to import more prostitutes. Nevermind, the race, religion, colour, height, weight or vital stastistics, but just do what Singapore is good in - entrepot trade. Get the men (the old, the young, the weak and strong) to trade. The prostitutes are insidiously provided with condoms with larger permeability, to increase the accessibility of free trade.
However, what I seriously suspect, is that Singaporean men are involved in fluidity trade elsewhere, in a more profitable place in South East Asia, such as Batam. Let's see, the old erect-dysfunctional man man faces his wan faced wife, that is no much of a hope to Singapore. These old man can't possibly engage in fluidity trade. Next, he proceeds to off shore islands, like Batam to plant his seeds. I would say, that is a smart move. I suspect that he is saving his offspring from a 50% chance of conscription and alleviating the already increasing burden on Singapore's health care services by producing an adnormal baby due to his mutated sperms.
But then, I was thinking, what about the teenagers? How can they contribute to the baby pool in Singapore? Schools should start advocating unprotected sex in Secondary 1. They can do this to teenagers, as they are supposed to be chaste; but they can't do the same to adults. Good Lord, I wouldn't want to test the spread of Aids in Singapore. Schools should also propose creating a 'Make-Love' session as part of moral education. I mean, how effective was CME? If everything was so theortical, I seriously doubt it would be of any use. And if it were to be more practical, like how I would suggest, there will be teacher-student interaction. Advice: Put a hot looking female teacher, specialising in CME in an all-boys school. Next, marry an all-girls school and an all-boys school together, and let nature take its path.
Check my bag, next time, dude
I have a strong feeling that the next time someone checks my bag either before entering a concert hall or before entering back into camp, I will tell him casually that there is a bomb inside. That is not a joke.
When I was at the Esplanade a couple of days ago, they opened my bag, shoned a ray of light into it, and said "Go." Okay, I wished you did checked further, and open the plastic bag, to relish the smell of worn underwears. I mean if they wanted to check it properly, then by all means! If they meant the check to be slipshot then don't bother checking it at all, coz you maybe me all the more irritated.
For poor souls out there who do not do well in Chinese, I am so happy for you. D7 is what you need now to enter NUS! Bravo. It's a nice gesture, honestly, and I donot cast doubts on what our good 'ol ministers are doing. But frankly speaking, even with a pathetic D7, you can make it into NUS but what kind of grounds do you have to battle with students who have had at least a B3, in competitive fields? For someone like me, who got D7 for Chinese, I was simply grateful that at least a place is reserved for me in Arts and Social-Science, at least for me, I will be studying Chinese Literature in English.
My nerves just got tickled, when I read how JCs intended to arouse the interest of students in Chinese culture. I am being slained because I recommended those suggestions to my Chinese teacher in JC. Once I told her that Chinese calligraphy was so cool, I wanted to write my English composition with Chinese brush and black ink. And the last time I knew was to paint all my classmates face in Chinese Opera fashion.
... and bought myself a Pigtail.
Late Baby Bloomers
I just got pregnant, but I am aborting it for Singapore's sake. I don't hate babies, but I hate the baby policies that intend to teach us how to procreate. Okay, here it is, and here how it goes. The government match-makes uber-elites, rents 5 star hotel rooms, and off they go manufacturing babies. I can't help to think that the poor baby is some sort of providence to a cheap labour force, and to add a whole new meaning to conscription when he turns 18.
How they should go about dealing with such a deficiency, is to import more prostitutes. Nevermind, the race, religion, colour, height, weight or vital stastistics, but just do what Singapore is good in - entrepot trade. Get the men (the old, the young, the weak and strong) to trade. The prostitutes are insidiously provided with condoms with larger permeability, to increase the accessibility of free trade.
However, what I seriously suspect, is that Singaporean men are involved in fluidity trade elsewhere, in a more profitable place in South East Asia, such as Batam. Let's see, the old erect-dysfunctional man man faces his wan faced wife, that is no much of a hope to Singapore. These old man can't possibly engage in fluidity trade. Next, he proceeds to off shore islands, like Batam to plant his seeds. I would say, that is a smart move. I suspect that he is saving his offspring from a 50% chance of conscription and alleviating the already increasing burden on Singapore's health care services by producing an adnormal baby due to his mutated sperms.
But then, I was thinking, what about the teenagers? How can they contribute to the baby pool in Singapore? Schools should start advocating unprotected sex in Secondary 1. They can do this to teenagers, as they are supposed to be chaste; but they can't do the same to adults. Good Lord, I wouldn't want to test the spread of Aids in Singapore. Schools should also propose creating a 'Make-Love' session as part of moral education. I mean, how effective was CME? If everything was so theortical, I seriously doubt it would be of any use. And if it were to be more practical, like how I would suggest, there will be teacher-student interaction. Advice: Put a hot looking female teacher, specialising in CME in an all-boys school. Next, marry an all-girls school and an all-boys school together, and let nature take its path.
Check my bag, next time, dude
I have a strong feeling that the next time someone checks my bag either before entering a concert hall or before entering back into camp, I will tell him casually that there is a bomb inside. That is not a joke.
When I was at the Esplanade a couple of days ago, they opened my bag, shoned a ray of light into it, and said "Go." Okay, I wished you did checked further, and open the plastic bag, to relish the smell of worn underwears. I mean if they wanted to check it properly, then by all means! If they meant the check to be slipshot then don't bother checking it at all, coz you maybe me all the more irritated.
posted by Christopher | 1:52 PM
0 Comments:
Post a Comment
<< Home