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Saturday, November 28, 2009

Read this. It's like, a typical passage you encounter in 高级华文, except a lot more intelligent :P

http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/12191728/ns/today_books/

For my Primary 4 ERP project I was desperate, and had run out of ideas on how to complete it. If I remember correctly we had to write our own picture book, complete with illustrations. I ended up color-photocopying an entire book, making minor tweaks to the language. Mrs Audrey Teo had previously ingrained in us a rejection of plagiarism of any sort. As a result, my conscience was utterly devastated after the submission. For three years afterwards I would constantly be plagued by all sorts of fears: that I would be hauled to court by the book's publisher, that I would be expelled from school, that I would be thrown in jail, that my parents would be made to pay millions in compensation (an estimate I later moderated downwards after realizing that most of these authors can be quite broke). It was genuinely terrifying haha, though never really as bad as the parallel liki living in the mirror

In Secondary 1 I used to lead a double life. Was the self-proclaimed asexual nerd in debates (half for fun, half to escape all the -shudder- uncomfortable teasing), was the star-crossed, deprived teenager in my class (hopeforliki!). Always played out mental scenarios where they would come to clash, and would feel absolutely terrible inside for lying like this. Somewhere along the way these considerations disappeared, and my identities merged back together.

In Secondary 4 I've been saying a lot of things I don't exactly mean. In jest, in warped humour that even I sometimes believe overboard, though it can be hell funny hahahaha. Having some sort of training in debates means you can usually, if not always find justifications for what you say, and draw upon all manner of observation to substantiate your beliefs, however extremist they may be. Proletariat rhetoric, class struggle, communist supremacy, capitalist atrocities, NM etcetera. I know its crappy and meant in good fun, but the jokes do get rather stale and tired at times.

Then I start to feel absolutely terrible, my conscience absolutely devastated as I live my life. Whenever I chomp on a burger my comrades never fail to call me to task, accusing me of betrayal of the highest degree. Whenever I spend exorbitantly on a cup of coffee, my heart tells me I've forsaken my bleeding comrades. Which is super super sad la :(

Little hypocrisies >< oh save me from the discomfort.

2L @ 12:14 AM
"Sorry also must exprain"
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Hello Uncle...Bah Chor Mee one. I want chilli plus tur Kwa plus can I watch your CCTV playback of Jeff Lopez...=D