I hate engineering. I hate it, really i dont even think its cool. First, you learn simple stuff about a rectangle with legs and the way it performs when exposed to electricity. Then, you learn complicated stuff which consist of layers of rectangles with legs and play with it permutatively. How fun. After all, its this really amazing techno gadget i have to stare at, regardless of the intense hatred i have built up upon it over the past years.
So i thought to myself, WHY ain't i giving it up for what I truely like? Why go through each day a torture getting worst, is it really worth the time and effort?
Hell no, i even have to pay the fees to get taught by Foo Wan Juang. So far, he's done nothing much. Maybe like approaching the teacher about doubts and/or verifying the terrifying number of uncertainties, Mr foo does the opposite. Generally you get more doubts and/or get answers to questions that didn't exist and get more confused than you originally was. We should start a fan club for Mr foo, especially since he is high up on the hierachy of some engineering society. Forgive me for being so truthful, but whats the use of telling people important stuff, that has already been due, 2 weeks late(it was the 5th week of school when he remembered he needed to show that to us).
Logically speaking, you'll go to your form teacher AKA advisor if you're not happy about something/someone in the school. At least this is what i would do. Now comes the difficult part, how the hack do you approach your advisor about advisory problems? YES YOU IDIOTS, FOO IS MY ADVISOR. I bet you must be thinking i'm a freaking slanderer. I won't deny that maybe my opinion of him is a bit all-out-hate-you-bloody-idiot-whats-the-point-of-having-a-useless-lecturer-advisor-who-can't-lecture-at-all? I've even had the honour of shooting him in class a few times, all of which i did naturally with almost no blink of an eye. Sure i'm a christian in theory, but i'm a human in real-life and humans don't feel for the undeserving.
Thankfully, i've got a lovely class that keeps me alive and kicking. Sure beats my sec 3&4 class, and i've almost forgotten all the past classes i've ever been in. So yes, its the best class i've ever been in. Time kinda passes quickly with my class. Now its already been 2 years of fun + torture. Firdaus(the puss) ensured i feel a little sad while walking to the bus-stop just now. Matt mentioned that he wanted to change course, but its a little to late, 1 year more. No point wasting this few years of energy. Sadly, i share his thoughts. All of those of my batch were cheated into my course. It just be a conspiracy by the government, surely they didn't make a mistake putting biomedical engineering under life-science in the JAE(joint-admission exercise...the online choosing of schools after O levels) book when its under Electronics & Computer Engineering. I even missed the orientation in 2004 because i thought the school sent me the wrong piece of paper saying i'm in electronics & computer engineering.
All this thinking on the bus left me thinking why i repeatedly chose not to tell my parents anything. Once again, i think of the same answer. I hate it when people advise you to talk to your parents about issues as they once were your age. Times are changing rapidly, people used beads as calculators. Now that electronics is the in thing, it doesn't make sense going for abacus classes don't you think? I feel that parents who send their kids for abacus class are either 1: the type who resist change 2: dumb people who just want their kid's mental sums to be good, when its more efficient sending their kids to learn the calculator or 3: combination 1&2 combined. I don't mind charging 40 bucks/hour teaching people how to use a sharp calculator. So intelligent huh!
My parents think i'm wasting my life playing games, viewing websites(no porn you assuming shitheads, christ has at least kept me in path for this matter). If a cresendo means gradually getting louder, then deathsendo can be applied to me. They therefore conclude that i spend my whole life playign computer games, that even doing work in the modern fashion equates to gaming time. And they can't understand that 10pm-12am is the time spent doing work or play. When people in your system work in such a way, you will inevitably end up following that flow somehow or another. If you don't, you're preparing yourself for hermithood. I wish you best of luck, Au revior since i won't see you in a nice little city soon. Go farm your farm and grow potatoes from eyes. Now that i've proven 1 way they heroically sterio-type me and my teenage comrades, i won't bother proving that again with another example. How am i suppose to explain my situation of school when they can't even being to understand the simplicity of my working style? They'll probably feel that i haven't done my part and tell me to stop complaining, do my best in everything, then go wash the dishes(mom) and hang the laundry(dad). Yay, i'm dying to do just that!
Now that you've read until here, my dad suggest that you go rest your eyes every 40 minutes of computer usage time. I haven't followed. Wonder why i don't wear spectacles.
May god bless the reading of his word. (Symbolising the ending of the reading of the scriptures)
Everything you read above is exergerated. Please forget about it now, before i come by and forcefully engrave a history of amnesia on your medical card.
