Tuesday, September 28, 2004

YAWN...

Have you noticed the sudden dearth in entries? Not surprising-there’s nothing to talk about because every single day is like the same darn thing throughout. And without anything else to do this boredom is getting on my nerves. But anyway here’s a little something for everyone who’s going to sit their promos soon…

I’ve discovered that late night London TV is an immensely interesting thing. If you’re unlucky, you might get some sick programme that shows people getting an operation on any and every imaginable part of their body…if you’re not unlucky you get programmes littered with very flowery language… if you’re lucky, though, you may get some very interesting stuff. And when you have no TV guide on your hands you will have a problem-but that’s not the point here.

The thing is according to a professor that has being studying the subject of human intelligence for a very long while, genius is not just about the person’s brain. It’s only when someone’s intellect is able to perfectly harmonize with someone’s passion for the subject is one able to actually achieve that pinnacle of perfection and then be truly worthy of the title…

Which sheds a completely new light on the fact that Einstein used to have below average intelligence, doesn’t it???

"You never fail. All you do is succeed in finding a number of ways that don't work."- Einstein.

Good luck all!!!

Sunday, September 12, 2004

ENOUGH Complaining

I sometimes like to formulate ideas on psychology. Both true and Alternative Literature is often intricately linked with this discipline. Next year, I might actually take it as an academic subject. But anyway, there is this one hypotheses that I formulated-that the efficiency of the brain often causes us to formulate ideas with such speed that we are hardly aware of them. I shall give a full discussion of my opinions on this one day but this not what I plan to do right now.

What I actually realize is the surprising amount of negativities on my blog. Initially, I didn’t feel so much about them. But after having discussed them rationally both in my brain and on my blog, they are actually presented to me in all their full glory. In this case, because there hardly is any good in them you actually start to feel even worse after blogging. My theory is that because of my abovementioned hypothesis, you are presented with angles that you never saw previously. Sometimes, this causes you to feel better because you are presented with more optimistic angles Here, however, what I kept thinking was increasingly negative stuff…which sucked quite a bit.

Anyway the point is this-ENOUGH complaining. The world is not perfect and everyone complains about how it isn’t, but admirable are those that first complain, then actually seek to DO something about it. I intend to be the latter. And I am going to change.

It’s not just love you know, life is also the little things. Little things like how you are able to enjoy your music, like how you feel the cool breeze in your face on your way to school one fine morning, like how you are able to enjoy even a simple sweet over a good book(even if it’s a textbook! =P), and many more…

Life’s short. So don’t complain. Instead, celebrate what you can! Cheers!!!

Saturday, September 11, 2004

How odd…

It’s weird you know, this environment I live in. And the fact that I am a weird person makes it all the weirder.

First, I am expected to complete my A-level courses in a year. That’s possible actually since I’ve studied some stuff in YJ. But next I am expected to become a doctor instead of doing Biomedical Research. And now I am suddenly reacting at the weirdest things-like for example how yesterday was just another day.

So I am expected to work, work, work…Then all of a sudden I find myself liking my work, and then know a bit more than usual. Then all of a sudden I work n the computer but because of my weird actions that becomes a damn issue. And then all of a sudden the whole place has exploded right in front of my face.

The problem is that changes are expected of me and when I suddenly change for the better they don’t expect me to change ever again. When I suddenly started working, so there. Life goes on. Hah.

Then suddenly I slack for a while, since I didn’t learn properly without sense or direction. Change disturbs people, so they try to get me back. I’m not working, they want me to work. Good and fine.

But so what if I do change back? So what if I am working? So I’m working. Like that lor. And if I don’t or if I change back for a short while, ohh the pain is too much to bear…

I started cooking spaghetti. Yay, this is very nice stuff! But then one day I was engrossed in reading something on the net. And besides I thought they’d be sick of it by then, so I don’t cook. And then all of a sudden, we’ve not enough to eat!!! Where’s the spaghetti that he usually cooks!? Ha ha ha.

I am getting to be an extremely weird person. I am fussing over things like how my birthday was another ordinary day-which is childish to say the least. If I’m not careful, I think I will revert back to my secondary school self. Manz.

There are disadvantages in taking English Literature. Oversensitivity is one of them.

Wednesday, September 08, 2004

Working for A-level qualifications in slacking and crapping

School has started-a break in the monotony of slacking, I surmised, would be an excellent birthday present. I’d started school at this place called Brampton College. Be taking Chem, Bio, Maths (to finish in 1 year) and English Lit. Same stuff as usual. And compared to YJ, this place is also real small-and REAL far. 90 min bus ride and more if it’s peak hour, which it usually is when I take it. Thing is, we will be starting with things that we’ve studied. This is all very will if and ONLY if you had things to do. I am in a place where McDonalds meals can hit S$12 and where the streets are lined with nothing but boring stores, half of which resemble those you find at the HDB void deck. And I am in a house with no piano, a computer with vastly limited 56K internet access, a computer with an annoying mouse and WORST of all, a Playstation 2, a bundle of games, a TV but absolutely NO place to connect the PS2 to the TV!!! Manz.

So will someone please think of the exponentially-increasing rate of the anthropy of my brain cells and get ON with it before I get permanently stuck talking senseless jargon which, in terms of information uptake by my almost stagnant brain, has become a pseudo-zero order reaction due to denaturation of enzymes in the grey and white matter due to incessant inactivity which has led to a drying-up of the water in it and thus messed up the hydrophobic interactions of every single enzyme in my body inclusive but not exhaustive of those in my Islets of Langerhans, Capillaries, Axons Dendrons, Neurones, cellulose and Graafian Follicles (=X)- thus causing non-competitive and consequently permanent and irreversible inhibition which has therefore totally messed up their quaternary structures!!!

Wow. That was a very long sentence indeed. Pieced it together using bits of Bio crap. But enough crapping because it has also jumbles the order of my DNA’s – oh nevermind.

It would be nice to have stayed in Singapore, I would think at first. But if I did, I’d probably be complaining about how much I’d have to do and fill the entire blog entry with jargon, since that’s all my brain would be processing right now.

Oh well, all I suppose have to do is wait.

Sunday, September 05, 2004

Damn

Arrgh…Bloody hell. I wish I could apologize for the swearing. But damn it, after you have spent at least a whole hour typing a blog entry and suddenly your text disappears into thin air just like that, you seriously cannot help it. Really all you can do to stop yourself from tearing up everything in sight. Let this therefore be a warning to all of those with short fuses-do NOT get an expensive keyboard!!!

I was writing about a dream I had last night. Was at Junction 8, met some Catholic High friends, talked with Shaun (Hehehe….go figure which one of the 3) about Lit and had an extremely surreal encounter with Alex Eng and Teo Zi Cheng. I cannot be bothered to elaborate-firstly because as I said I was writing about it just minutes ago and secondly because I am feeling extremely pissed at myself.

“Anger is a thief that steals away the nice moments”. The following is a quote that I encountered in Reader’s Digest a long time ago, proposed to my mum to send it in to a newspaper named Adpost and subsequently did so under her name, then winning a little prize for it. Not surprising, because it’s freaking true.

There is a major flaw with some of the people whom I currently most commonly associate with-their inherent pride, their stubborn refusal to admit they are wrong, and their inability to relate to others. Not flaws I claim ownership of. No- my biggest(among others) is my extremely short fuse. (But really Zhiyi I am surprised that you said I have a good temper!) It doesn’t catch fire easily, but disappearing text makes it extremely combustible material. And resultant explosions can consist of a very wide variety of unwanted side-effects. Try imagining what might happen if a ton of explosives goes boom right next to several barrels of flammable alcohol and you’d probably have a good idea of what just happened.

Apparently sparks still fly out from the burning fluid. I am pissed because I provided the flame. Alcohol does not catch fire by itself. And I am not interested in a display of fireworks right now. I want to put it out, but I do believe they will not listen, for they forever doubt my intentions. In which case time will do its work, for in time the fuel will run out. But right now-dash it all. It is not a good combination of substances to leave together, alcohol and explosives. But whatever the case, I must prevent myself from catching fire again. And at the same time, make sure that the alcohol does not set each other alight.

But thank you for reading, whoever you are. I feel much better now. Oh wells, I suppose life goes on. Till I blog again, see you!

Blogging

Halloz! I’m Marcus Tan, ex-student of Ai Tong Pri, Catholic High Sec, MI Toh Tuck and Yishun JC, currently a student of Brampton College. Welcome to my blog! I hope you will enjoy playing with the “Offspring of my Brain” or as I prefer to call them, my baby brains. I do hope the naughty buggers behave in my absence…