The Art Of NOT Sharing

I must have been overly dependant on myself all my life till three days ago. Three days ago and for the first time, I openly shared my answers from my individual report to a classmate whom we quickly became good friends over two weeks. Of course I’m talking about a one-sided peculiarly voluntarily act. I don’t remember if she reciprocated, not that I expected her to. I wasn’t sure what made me broke out of my mildly sinister self to become that gracious.

It is weird. After all, I went through my polytechnic life pretty much being self-sufficient. The idea of asking a friend to send you her report so that you can use it as an indication is plain horrifying. I dread the thought of walking around in school all day with a possibility that someone might just tap you on the shoulder and speak forbidden words beginning with, “Can I…?”

Yes you can, if you are asking me out to get brunch.

It is interesting to discover an unusual concept at this age of twenty. I have always associated the term “sharing” to sweets, presents and library books. Again, the institution has taught me a whole new list of possible items to connect with, such as lab assignments, individual projects and course texts. Never mind that the receiver typically scores better than the sharer with that extra information. But anyway, the sharer himself usually feels too good with the idea that everyone is using his work as a reference to be sane enough and start appreciating his loss.

So I presume I’m not very charitable (in terms of donating school work for peanuts). While I have to wreck my brains for reasons to share, I can tell you instantly, the three most significant reasons not to, and they all make perfect sense.

Top 3 reasons why you should NEVER share:

1. You are allowing people to claim credit for your work (and how does that benefit exactly?)
2. You have to increase your bank of ideas to impress the professor (assuming you have limited memory space like me and you are competing against an unreasonable deadline)
3. You might be involved in a twisted plight for plagiarism (so if you think you’ve done a good deed, think again)

The society should not look differently on people who choose to define what should be considered public or private domain. I am not selfish really, but with such trenchant grounds to stand on, really, why should anyone ever be afraid to say no?

Love And Hate

Love the weather. Hate the life.

School life to be very precise. Irritatingly, I was assigned a certain sadistic professor to educate me an intermediate module following a basic one I had last term. This term, I have yet spoken in class like those other students who wouldn’t stop contributing shit in the name of class participation. And damn the system for their random algorithm and stupid logics which ended up allocating a seminar room full of the same sex who ditches sneakers over heels. I am telling you this is the fifth all girl class out of six modules I’m taking, and I’m starting to feel like I’m attending some bitchy all girls school already. And just yesterday, the pretty girl sitting diagonally in front of me reinforced my idea of a typical “dumb blonde” Asian version.

I don’t even like single gender schools. Either the girls squealed at everything cute, or the guys get excited when they hear the girls do.

Anyway school sucks as usual when you take modules and discover that the teachers you have an aversion to is in charge of them. Not only were they making the grading criteria as uninteresting as ever as the previous semester, they also reminded you of how much you loathed them in each passing hour. Coming to think of it, no one is worthy yet for me to recommend to my juniors (and it’s not like they can choose because it’s all still going to depend on the lousy system).

So I shouldn’t be bothered. Teachers are sadistic creatures in my opinion anyway who basically couldn’t quite figure what they want to do in life when they were younger, or, they just can’t get enough of life in a classroom (which also equaled to a lack in sense of moving on, and don’t give me the bullshit of who’s going to teach you if there were no teachers because I don’t buy that crap). Face it, it’s the best bet because you can never lose your job, and at the same time earn higher than your peers who chose to work in a, say shoe factory. What is creation and innovation when all they do is follow a set of conventional rules which should have died along with WWII?

Of course you should not be bothered, unless you consider yourself to be offended by what I deemed as truth and reality.

Though I add that not everyone living on the education system is an absolute moron. There are educators out there who believe that one learns the most when he is tested practically. And yes, there are a few such souls looming around in the glassy campus I reside in during the day. They are what I termed as the next generation gurus who honor term breaks and scraps term papers. Seriously, you must be alien to hate them.

So thank god for monsoon seasons. Sometimes amidst bright and fake-friendly beings, all we need is a little downpour to remind us of what’s real and what’s not.

Transiting To 2006!

Okay, basically I have given up trying to find a suitable server to host my .3GP format video. I am also too slothful to convert the unfriendly format into an mp4, so sorry people, while I leave the notion of displaying it eventually here with unknown certainty, you should just look at the screen shot, and use your wildest “service” imagination. Of course, it could be helpful if you have a Christian friend who can enlighten you.

So anyway, I thought of putting up some pictures I took with my flying khakis on New Year’s Eve. We were almost camping out at Marina South to watch the fireworks together with barbeque food and spackling juices. And it doesn’t matter even if there’s no pit because we made one ourselves, just ignore that burning picnic table.

Our mouth-watering assortment of barbeque rations.


Eventually, we migrated to the coast so that we could sit on the rocks and wait for the countdown. It’s nice to have a party of close friends, and the fact that most had gone though jungle survival, starting a fire was almost effortless. To think that I never had my hands on the make shift grill the whole time!

I was prawn peeling when I decided to take this shot of our food on fire. Save the chickens!


Soon as we prepared ourselves for the countdown and watched the sky go brighter than the whole of Orchard Rd put together. Lixin and I took some great videos with our digital cameras. Here are some pictures I took.


As always, pure indulgence (:D).


I just love watching fireworks. Sitting there embracing the beautiful display (and being reminded by Darren that the organizers paid the show with our taxes) was indeed a spectacular feeling worth recapitulating about. Here’s to a great new year and may all your funky wishes come true! Happy 2006!