life in february

Heyy…Long time never updated my blog already..
All right all right, shall pour everything out on this entry now..
First thing first, DanceWorks is this Sunday, finally this is my first time joining a real street competition, and I was kind of excited, nervous, and scared.. Cos I myself am not that confident of the item.. Or maybe, I am not confident with me dancing this style..

Common test was just over, and I hope I did better than any previous tests I had in my JC years. And most importantly, I want to regain my As in maths, hahahaha… Let me tell you a secret of Singapore education system. This system is like a puzzle. The way teachers teach are not really ‘teach’. They printed ‘nice’ notes for us, explain a bit, expected us to do heaps of readings on our own, and always assume that we are only studying their subjects; no other skills in life, only books. What is worse is that, that so called ‘nice’ notes is a doom to this system. Every year, teachers change their sets of notes, make new ones, thinking that they are better and more organized than the previous ones.. But they never see from a student’s point of view. They never understand how sucky their notes are. They do not even have the same standard in writing equations, do not even annotate or write properly on the notes. Teachers always use short forms and presented solutions in their own ways. But they expected us to do exactly the opposite of it. And they do not even establish the basics well on students before asking them to do application questions. As a result, we do not know what is wrong and what is right, and in the end, this whole mess, fucked up education system becomes an amazing puzzle for students to solve. For those who are hard working enough, they would try their best to solve the puzzle. But for what? For what when they could have spent their time better? We could have studied a lot more things if the teachers do not throw a bunch of shitty puzzles for us to solve.. But, too bad, it is the fact, and I have no choice but to play their game.. So yeah, bear with it.. It is almost over anyway..

Oh yeah, there was this random day when my girlfriend mentioned about an abusive husband. And I felt really really bad cos I would not want her to be hurt. Not even an inch. Although I am selfish and I do not want her to be touched by other guys, I really mean good for her. Because when I think of her, I think of how to make her happy. And it is really sad when I sit with her, staring at this girl in front of me, thinking that she gonna marry some other guy.. It was like a sword that pierces right through the heart. Cos I know it is almost impossible for me to accompany her for the rest of her life.