Sunday, March 11, 2007
Despite the fact that holidays are filled with school activities, but trust me, langour still fills the air, simply because this coming week is termed with the infamous noun, "holiday". I believe all Singaporean youths out there get what I mean. Procrastination's our trademark. ;)
Being a Singaporean youth, I believe, is not easy. I call myself one because I attempt to find joy in the Mugger's Heaven [a.k.a Macdonald's] and try my best to quit my occupation as a professional procrastinator, so that I can have a, I quote, "Bright bright future in front of me" despite the fact that I don't know whar job I want in future.
I do not type "LyKkXxX DdIiShzX" but I can more or less figure it out when others do so. However, I find it highly addictive to attempt to pronounce the words and can't get myself off the hook of saying, "worhs".
I wear my socks low because it's the "Singapore trend". Japan do it high up to their knees. I don't know about Thailand though. I do not bother to stop and greet my discipline mistress when I see her along the corridor for fear that I am giving her a few more seconds to scrutinize me and spot my low socks that are "sinking like titanic".
I listen to music when I do my Math, although I know that I am not that inclined to have both my left and right brain work at the same time. Then I use "oh I'm trying to block out the noise" as an excuse when my friend points out that I can't be listening to music and doing Math at the same time.
Blogging is my life but I don't know why. I don't lament about my daily life although I do digress at times about how anal the wonderful school gets. I shall not elaborate on that though.
I am thirsty on the train. As I am reaching for my water bottle in my bag, the announcer's voice explodes through the speakers: "Eating and drinking is not allowed on the train...". I look around me and I pretend to be looking for some worksheets in my almost-empty backpack.
I frown at people who do the typical "Three cheers", but when I get desperate for a cheer, I do that too, ironically. How paradoxical.
I tell my sister to send the car to the petrol kiosk for a carwash because I do not want to wash it with her and sacrifice 45 minutes of my time which can be spent in front of my computer, surfing the net aimlessly and talking to anyone I can find online on MSN.
I did a word count using Microsoft word and realised that it has 499 words. To make it slightly more lengthy and nicer to be the "over 500 words", I added this pointless statement into this post.
And last but not least, the materialistic side of all teenagers in Singapore: I am typing this post in hope of winning a prize. *wink*
Therefore, I am @ youth.sg, which I interpret as, "I am a youth at sg".
Anyone interested to grab a prize by blogging about yourself? click it.
I had a real good time @ 6:21 PM
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