[BE88] The Strategist

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Friday, January 09, 2009

Its 9 January and school's starting on 12 January. Bleh.

Why do I have to go back to agony?

Why do I have to have a class where it is a definite thing that I will hear people talking about university science and philosophy - EVERY SINGLE - #@$^ing day?

Why do I seem to be surrounded by at least 1000 people who seem disgustingly interested in the sciences, getting a stupid science scholarship ("oh look I'm wearing a dumb white laboratory costume and I'm working in A*STAR"), and are somehow (and possibly hypocritically) interested to help old people and earn CIP hours?

Why am I forced to write dumb GP essays that make absolutely no sense to me? Ok maybe they do make a little sense. Hardly though.

Seriously, I don't give a freaking damn about why some odd chemical that I'll never see, touch, smell, has a higher boiling point or whatever other crap. Go rot in hell you stupid embodiment of Satan. Science is evil. Look at the Earth now. I bet people were much happier in the medieval ages and beyond. People had lives running in the meadows, riding a horse, drinking ale in a tavern and maybe getting involved in a brawl. Children run around freely without a care in the world, and adults work in the farms or sell their goods, earning just enough to live happily, day after day. We're all freakin' robots working our asses off now. Oh, and have you heard? PM Lee wants more elderly people to continue working. Maybe we'll see more old people cleaning the toilet, and cleaning up tables in the food court. Sweet. Old people in the past most likely sit in a rocking chair by the open field, watching a sunrise, and smoking his pipe, making rings of smoke float up beautifully into the air.

The first day of the second year of the possibly worst two years of my life is imminent. What I shall do:

Study hard, get a grade of at least all B's + some A's (another retarded piece of crap, because that's only a little over average.), then I'm out of this forsaken abyss of doom. I hope I can shove this damned memory of 2008-2009 somewhere in a mysterious trash bin in the back of my head.

I've supposedly joined the worst CCA ever made in this school too. Lets see... what have I learnt from the CCA in 2008... nothing. No, I'm serious. Nothing. All we do every week is, sit down in an air-conditioned classroom or computer lab, then we just talk a lot of crap (which I don't do because they just talk about studies/grades/exams/you know what else), or surf the net mindlessly. I will quit if the CCA isn't just going to last for another 6 months, but it is, for JC2 at least.

After that there's two more years of more crap, but at least I don't think there's any retards there. They'll most likely chat about life instead of scholarly topics.

And I'm pretty sure game designers don't talk about scholarly topics as well. At most, it'll be about how freshly slain people die realistically, or how they'll fly when they're blown up. Good riddance.

posted @ 9:05 pm
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