Today, I walked into class dead tired and I saw nearly everyone with their heads on the table. We're all really burned out and I don't see how the remedials until 4.30 help at all. I'd rather go home and squeeze out time for self revision. I don't think we need to be forced to stay back anymore. Anyone who really cares about their results will be proactive about seeking teachers' help(if they DO need it), and for the people who don't care, why should the teachers spend concerted, futile efforts on them?
This is really a bad decision on the school/principal's part. And even after we graduate next friday, we STILL have ongoing remedial EVERYDAY until the O levels commence. Nonsensical. My inward rebellious streak is rising. Lol. I might skip school tomorrow and as many days as I wish. I hope someone does something to boycott the system. Why should we abide to rules and systems that produce negativity!!!
I cannot wait to graduate anymore! Will probably give the after-graduation lessons a miss. I have no real obligation to show up for lessons once I am graduated.
The Merlion
"I wish it had paws," you said,
"It's quite grotesque the way it is,
you know, limbless; can you
imagine it writhing in the water,
like some post-Chernobyl nightmare?
I mean, how does it move? Like a
torpedo? Or does it shoulder itself
against the currents, gnashing with frustration,
its furious mane bleached
the colour of a drowned sun?
But take a second look at it,
how it is poised so terrestrially,
marooned on this rough shore,
as if unsure of its rightful
harbour. Could it be that,
having taken to this unaccustomed limpidity,
it has decided to abandon the seaweed-haunted
depths for land? Perhaps it is even ashamed
(But what a bold front!)
to have been a creature of the sea; look at how
it tries to purge itself of its aquatic ancestry,
in this ceaseless torrent of denial, draining
the body of rivers of histories, lymphatic memories.
What a riddle, this lesser brother of the Sphinx.
What sibling polarity, how its sister's lips are sealed
with self-knowledge and how its own jaws
clamp open in self-doubt, still
surprised after all these years."
"Yet...what brand new sun can dry
the iridescent slime from the scales
and what fresh rain wash the sting of salt
from those chalk-blind eyes?"
A pause.
"And why does it keep spewing that way?
I mean, you know, I mean..."
"I know exactly what you mean," I said,
Eyeing the blond highlights in your black hair
And your blue lenses the shadow of a foreign sky.
It spews continually if only to ruffle
its own reflection in the water; such reminders
will only scare a creature so eager to reinvent itself."
Another pause.
"Yes," you finally replied, in that acquired accent of yours,
"Well, yes, but I still do wish it had paws."
Alfian Bin Sa'at
Problem with local literature like this lies in the fact that Singapore is too young to have a proper grounded heritage, and feels like all these poems about Singapore losing its heritage lack a certain essence in some way because we aren't really losing much to begin with.
Meh I just hope local poems don't come out for Os.
Anyway I think the first and last line of the poem really reflect a common attitude a lot. Hahaha. how we listen to people reason with and refute us logically and then insist on our own baseless ideas and totally disregard them.
I'm so tired.
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