You colour my life.
[c]d4rkang3l
Monday, April 28, 2008
PRZ TO BE MAKING SINGAPORE COOLER SOON

i mean yeah i know singaporeans are awful hot and all, but we're just getting that little bit too hot for our own good -

it's time to swing to the other side of the equation. cool is the new hot. and right now we're really not hot at all.

heeeelpzzxx

HOW TO STUDY LIDDIS. >_<

the darkening dawn



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8:43 PM
[c]d4rkang3l

Saturday, April 26, 2008
103 words

Speed test



i can't help it. it's addictive.

'sides the gahmen is always making us strive for new frontiers, no? ^^

imustabeenborntodresslikeageek.

aiish.

the darkeningdawn



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9:31 PM
[c]d4rkang3l

Friday, April 18, 2008
it's friday again! ARGH this week was such a bummer. hardly got any studying done. and art =X

AII anyway the other day. Bat and I were going home. The FIRST time Bat and I actually go home together EARLY so for the very FIRST time we sit on a beatiful chuggy old 852, which is beautiful to me because it always has seats for those who need them.

I suppose everyone knows what they mean when I say people who need seats, because I've said this a thousand times before and I probably won't stop saying it until I get into Parliament and make the necessary changes to our sorely lacking public transport system such that the younger generation doesn't die like seeds planted in rocks.

So we stare at one of those "Give Up This Seat To Those Who Need It" stickers. I think these stickers are pretty good stuff; it does cause you that pang of guilt as you feign sleep that just might induce you to give up your seat for utilitarian gain. BUT. As I have said many many times previously, these stickers always fail to include one very glaringly obvious faction in this society who need those seats;

i.e. students with heavy bags and files.

Seriously. Back to those stickers. We see four main pictures: one of a hunchbacked old man, one of a heavily pregnant lady, one of a lady with a kid, and one of a blind man with a walking stick. While I do concede that these are people who all do need seats on public buses, the burdens of students with heavy bags and files cannot be easily underestimated. We are not ailed by age, we are not (heaven forbid) pregnant, we do not (ditto) have kids, we are not blind (I can't imagine). But somehow the side-effects of education render us as helpless as these four examples of needy people. I do not exaggerate when I say that our youth is no shield against the deadweight of schoolbags pressing against our spines (grab any Secondary-and-above school kid's bag - sometimes even Primary, too - and you'll find that most bags don't come below a minimum of 2kg, which if carried throughout an average of a 30-min bus ride can be a severe pain in the neck - literally). I do not boast when I say that the armful of books and files that we lug home to cram later is as severe an inconvenience in any vanguard movement as a swollen abdomen (it doesn't help that this load can be dropped on the ground in true nerd fashion either; extra energy is required to keep a firm hold on this squarish and extremely uncomfortable load). This very same load does not do good things for our line of vision either; often, on top of having to concentrate on not spilling anything on the floor, the pile of books renders two metres of the floor in front of us invisible; the crucial two metres that determines walk or trip, descend or fall, life or death. In the midst of this whole concoction, students often have to carry extra loads - for co-cirricular activities and or recycling projects and the likes - in the form of numerous plastic bags (bursting at the seams), paper bags (in no better condition), or otherwise long, inconvenient equpiment like wushu swords or bulky instruments such as cello cases - with the cello inside(which, from what I have seen my friends go through, is a true pain in the a** to carry around).

Students: bumps front and back, more stuff in tow, and a crippling effect to essential survival senses (such as sight and touch). This is apart from the physical pain that ensues as a result of prolonged strain on various parts of the body ferrying all this educational equpiment around. Is it not then natural, obvious that such students as we should receive a seat offered in good will? I pause short of waxing lyrical about the torture we put ourselves through everyday and put in a word for the general public. Despite my annoyance at the general public's lack of compassion and understanding for such burdened youngsters (jostling for standing space and squeezing mercilessly past our bulkened bodies, often dislodging many a precariously-balanced item), I cannot help but sympathize with them - after all, we students, covered with all these assets as we are (and not just in terms of human form, either), pose a serious blockage to traffic flow up and down bus corridors. SBS buses especially have ridiculously narrow passages that do absolutely no good to a worn-out crew of Singaporeans young and old just trying to get comfortable on the way back home. Logic dictates that such human inconveniences should be safely deposited on a seat, luggage and all, simply for the utilitarian comfort of the rest of the public.

I see students weighed down by books and bags and badder. I see their minds dulled by physical suffering. I see their potential limited by an unforgiving environment.

I see also that no one else sees.

And they call us the leaders of the future.

Some kind of future you're going to have, kids. You're going to be ruled by a bunch of grumpy, backbent old hags and hazards.

Oh well. Crap happens.

- the Darkening Dawn.



You coloured my life @
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[c]d4rkang3l

Friday, April 11, 2008
aiish i'm so completely shacked out i could kill myself. T_T and i srsly hate falling asleep nowadays. cuz i have about a thousand chapters of chem, physics and math to study. and social studies killer. and history. and lit. aaaaaaand...

art. T_T

i need to get a life./-

anyways~

HWAITING FOR EXAMS EVERYONE!!!
chill, eat, and sleep. and don't follow whatever rubbish example i'm setting.

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(and everyone in this world looks happy)
i wanna thank you baby

a miracle.
- the Darkening Dawn



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