CWO [that's corrective work order] wasn't so bad. hung out with some arts people. there will always be arts people around in CWO even if this is a predominantly science school. we just happen to have a general disregard for school rules and formalities. good? bad? i don't know. but I FOUGHT THE LAW AND THE LAW WON, in the spirit of The Clash. 'tis the sad reality of school bureaucracies, but i'm getting out so i really don't care anymore. i'm tired of fighting this stuff and getting angry about it. i'm tired of struggling and raving and ranting about the singapore education system like a lunatic. i have better things to use my energy for. i remember reading Cyril Wong's interview in the papers a few weeks back and he said he used to be bitter about the state of affairs in singapore [the attitudes towards the arts and various other important things] but after a while he just had to choose his battles and live his life properly. i think it's something we all struggle with. and maybe one day i'll change the world, but as of now, they can just sink deeper and deeper into their folly if they want to - it's all a matter of choice, folks.

anyway. we had to weed. we ingeniously found a good patch [though cordoned off] with lots of big weeds. extreme resourcefulness is a quality lazy people develop. a clear example of the redundancy of this activity and the lack of lessons/morals imparted to us:

me: vin, you do know when you weed you have to pull out the roots right?
vin: oh, really?
me: yes or else it will grow back.
vin: too bad. and anyway it's good, next time i have to do this i'll just come to the same spot then.

i was bewildered. but anyway, there won't be a next time. school, as we have known it for the past year and a half, is over. it's not school anymore. it's just lessons and exams.

tension is rife among the girlfriends. it's insanity. anyway i headed to spinelli's at forum after that and caught up on Brave New World. i really didn't do much, i don't know why i'm just so slow. need to press on. math, history. argh.

Words can be like X-rays, if you use them properly - they'll go through anything. You read and you're pierced.

- Aldous Huxley, Brave New World

+ posted by M @ 6:57 PM