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INFORMATION

name: k.
country:singapore
gender: female

She reads too much(especially slash hpfanfiction and foxtrot), writes instinctive poetry, lives by the law of procrastination,possesses the characteristic traits of a couch potato, occupies her time with swearing at Math's disharmony with her dysfunctional brain and craves dictatorship in the confines of her room where she plots to take over the world and turn all the humans into rabbits.

She doesn't like The Angst. The Angst is what happens when teenagers write bad poetry and listen to Hawthorne Heights and think they're deep. She used to like The Angst. She is older and wiser now.

And lastly, she supports gay rights, circumstancial choice-making and speaking in 3rd person tonalities.

FAIS UN VOEUX

WISHLIST

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death by overeating of chocolate
archery license
steve guyger's latest album
france!
camera hood + 50mm macro lens
Canon E0S 40D

Thursday, September 06, 2007

aptly untitled

Its been approximately a year or so since I gave up writing poetry after my muse was brutally stabbed and disposed of - a permanent state of writer’s block which refuses to extract itself. Even blogging, the sole source of self expression I have been dependent on is losing its luster after a month of angst heavened posts. I desperately need to write again.

I need a release. The idea might just wreak havoc on my precariously scripted schedule to face the EOYs but oh well, really. I can stack 1001 reasons the faults marring our Singaporean education system. I can sketch you a detailed report on why youths in our country from our brightest stocks are underperforming in a oppressive system which forces stoppers on creativity and subtly decries an orthodox education moulded by textbooks and teaching materials. Creativity isn’t incorporating performance tasks in our curriculum (supposedly intended to move away from pen and paper examinations) or slotting in Art Week and Drama Night. Creativity is an inbuilt instinct which should be nurtured in our everyday lives, through the actions we do and the tasks we uphold. It should come from self learning from experiences and various sources around us alike. With such an education skeleton, no doubt our art scene has been quiet until a recent revival of late.

Creativity drains aside, the holidays have left me mentally exhausted and questioning the true meaning of holidays. ~~I even checked dictionary.com to make sure the meaning hasn’t been changed recently to fit the week of educational dictatorship I have been subject to.~~ Dare I say, I miss school. Atleast the lessons provide a few hours of breathing space which these holidays have obliterated.

PS: I SOLVED THE RUBIK’S CUBE. Yeah, yeah to all those who have accomplished this feat which doesn’t seem as forebearing after you have been exposed to the scant formulas involved - I know it isn’t much seeing how half the school body can finish it inclusive of time limits, but allow ME to revel in this minute of self accomplishment…….. Okay minute over.

9:58 AM