I have friends who will kill me

for saying this, but I actually watched New Moon.

What’s more, I enjoyed it quite a bit.

It was SUPER girl (as Derek said it would be), but that did not make it any less interesting.

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Anyway, Alice Cullen is wayy pretty. Perhaps it’s the hair.

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You know, I’m not quite sure what I want exactly.

Anathema

I’m really not sure if it’s something all developing countries experience or if it’s just characteristic of this one, but the near-obsession and (rather insane) fixation on education stereotypes here in Singapore really gets at me sometimes. For example, I get rather tired of meeting relatives and acquaintances around nowadays, because the perfunctory conversation I subsequently am obliged to will revolve around answering the two enquiries they only ever make:

1) hey where are you now (in the army)?
2) where have you applied to so far (for university)?

Admittedly my lack of enthusiasm for the first topic may stem from largely personal reasons, but with regards to the second, well. Let’s just say I would have been far more sociable had these compatriots just enquired about my application process, or whether I had already secured a place. At least that way I’d be more certain they were enquiring out of genuine goodwill, and not merely to see how many brand names I had ‘achieved’, and subsequently conjecture my academic competency/ prospects on those grounds.

In any case, my distaste has reached the point whereby I dish out a rehearsed answer on such occasions – specially designed to be curt, cryptic, and basically rather un-helpful. This usually results in them walking away looking rather confused and unfulfilled, which can actually be quite amusing.

Grass

I still remember how it felt like – that last walk, on that last afternoon.

It was the 13th of November 2008, and my final paper had just ended. I recall the euphoric rush that came with the conclusion of my final examinations, made all the sweeter because my exam schedule had allowed me to end at the earliest possible time. But as I made my way out of school, along the familiar path beside the astro turf, I was struck by a feeling quite strange, all of a sudden.

Something was different. I couldn’t place my finger on what exactly, but I was sure of it. It stirred me enough that I stopped there, along the pavement, and turned around, looking for some new fauna, pruned trees, or something like that to explain this sense of ‘difference’.

But then, it hit me. As I turned around and saw the building where I had spent the past 3 years in; the grounds I had been part of for the last 6, and the happy boarders playing soccer on the turf, it hit me. It felt different because I was done. With the writing of that final word on my English A1 Paper 2 script; the return of that final script into the examiner’s hands, my business with the school was done. From that point on, I was no longer a student, and I no longer belonged.

Yea, I recall the feeling. It resembled sadness. It resembled pain. It hurt.

But I guess that’s life.