Why Are Some So Stupid?

I just cannot tahan it. Once in a while, I’d read something about someone that makes me so pissed, even if it has nothing to do with me or my country or remotely about me.

It’s just that I’m a fellow human, thats why I’m hating some stuff which I’m about to mention.

I’ve mentioned this before on my blog.

If aliens were to one day come visit our world, they would be rather (not pleasantly) shocked by the state of human beings.

For example, how humans always punish others for their own problems.

Ever heard the famous line “My life is offcially over!” or “You ruined my life!”

News flash: Your life is never ruined by anyone else other than you.

To quote No Doubt: “It’s My Life, it never ends”

Nothing can destroy your life. Those who say that their life is over is horribly mistaken, unless, well, they’re lying on a deathbed about to breathe their last breath.

It sickens me when people blame, or even punish others for the measly, stupid and very very immature reason of “You ruined my life”.

Tantamount to saying “You broke my toy! I don’t friend you already.”

Of course, life isn’t a toy. But the same reasoning stands. It’s plain childish to blame or punish someone for so-called ‘destroying your life’.

You can blame someone for causing a fire. For not doing a task (Marcus, don’t get on my case pls ) or not doing his part of a project (D.Teoooo… ahem) but no way can u blame someone for ruining your life.

That’s the reason why it’s your life. YOU CONTROL IT. You control your life.

If your life is the way it is now, it’s because of your actions. No one caused any shit. Unless, of course, they took a knife and stabbed you and ruined your life in that sense.

But to punish someone for, say, unpopularizing someone else… well, it’s plain immature, stupid and THE WORST POSSIBLE FUCKING THING TO DO.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Columbine_High_School

Look at point number 2 about the Columbine High School killings. Wah, I tell you, if I were the parents of the poor kids who had died in the shootings, I WOULD BE DAMN FUCKING PISSED can! I would want to hunt down the parents of those two murderers and scream endless expletives in their face! Or maybe even more things…

It’s not natural death. It’s not an accident, where a driver was careless.

Eric Harris and Dylan Klebold outright went into a school with guns, AND FUCKING GUNNED DOWN THE STUDENTS (12 BY THE WAY, TWELVE) and ONE TEACHER!!!

And then they shot themselves!!!

If you were to click on their wikipedia page link (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Eric_Harris_and_Dylan_Klebold)
you will find out that apparently they were unpopular kids with troubled personalities and even more troublesome habits and behaviors.

Okay, so you’re a troubled kid. It IS quite a big deal, because I kinda feel that troubled kids arent getting enough out of life.

BUT DO YOU HAVE TO FUCKING BRING TWO GUNS TO SCHOOL AND SHOOT THE FIRST 13 PEOPLE YOU SEE?!

FOR GOD’S SAKE!

If you’re troubled, you’re troubled! FINE! WE GET IT! Go to a psychiatrist. Go seek help. Go find support in religion!

But IN NO WAY are you ever GRANTED PERMISSION TO KILL SOMEONE!

Yes, by the way, this post is addressed to the two idiots (I won’t use the F-word so blatantly) Eric Harris and Dylan Klebold.

The fact that they selfishly thought that it was the world’s fault that they wre unpopular and bullied and losers was bad enough. But then they had to bring guns to school and kill LIVING HUMANS!

This is to all FUCKING IDIOTS who in the past have decided, yes, I want to bring a gun to school and kill everyone who made me unhappy in the past decade.

CAN YOU NOT BE SO FOOLISH AND A LOSER LIKE YOU ARE?!

Killing someone is only a sign to show just how loser he can be. If you kill without a proper motive, like idealogy or religion, it becomes nothing more than a show for attention, which frankly, whining and throwing tantrums achieves much more effectively. Doesn’t remove people off the planet either.

If aliens ever came to Planet Earth they would be outright shocked. I believe aliens have visited Earth already, so I can’t say much for them not wanting to come here ever again. Who knows, if they ever step foot on our planet and announce their friendly arrival they might be discriminated against. WHY?

BECAUSE THEY ARE DIFFERENT.

Yep. Because they’re different living things than we are.

And like the stupid, discriminating and immature humans that we are, we will start a war on them!

Wooohooo!

Sometimes, people get so stupid.

Tell-Tale Signs

I titled this post ‘Tell-Tale Signs’.

For those of you who’ve read Edgar Allan Poe’s work, you’ll know the Tell-Tale Heart is this story about a man who lies to the police about him not killing his landlord. He had actually hid the body under the floorboards, but his own beating heart, which he mistook as that of the dead body mocking him, gave him away and he insanely admitted to his own crime.

I wonder how many ways are there to prevent someone from finding out you’re lying.

Marcus always demands that when I speak to him, I stare him in the eye. For the fun of it, I pretend to look down, but if it came down to it, I think it wouldn’t be too hard to stare at Marc’s eyes and tell a lie straight out.

Personally, when it comes to lies, I’m rather flexible about it. White lies are very much okay, because it’s all about saving people and helping others. Lies, when told in moderation, are okay. Lies, when told in moderation but are for the good of others AND yourself, are best. I frankly have no idea how someone can go through life not lying.

If a monk or something tells you that he has never lied before in his entire life, well, then, he is lying. A human has the natural instinct to lie, especially when such words will result in cumulative favor for him.

Many times I’ve lied. Close friends know this. My favorite habit is to knock forward my location a few stops. Shawn, Alaric and Marcus are very familiar with this trick of mine. Let’s say I’m at Ang Mo Kio MRT. When my friend calls, I’ll say I’m at Toa Payoh, effectively knocking forward my real location 3 stops.

Those 3 buds of mine have exposed my little trick many times. And one day, on the MRT, bored and on my way to meet with a certain Miss J, I was thinking about my tendency to knock my MRT stops forward. Why would I want to do that?

Of course, a big portion is that I’m late. If I weren’t late why would I even need to lie about where I was right?

But I realized I somehow have this inner feeling that if I said where I really was, I would receive a big freakout on the other end.

Shawn: Where are yoooou??
Me: Erm, erm…
Shawn: I’ve been waiting for half an hour already! WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU LAH!
Me: Erm, erm… (looks up and sees Little India MRT sign) I’m at Chinatown!
Shawn: How many more stops to Vivo?
Me: Erm.. 2 more to Harbourfront!

Right. Like Little India is anywhere near the sea.

Imagine if I said the truth.

Shawn: I’ve been waiting for half an hour already! WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU LAH!
Me: Erm, erm… Little India?
Shawn: WHAT! LITTLE INDIA! CANNOT! I’m going home! You go Tekka Mall lah. Go and buy some roti prata and eat. GOODBYE!

See. Just like that.

Following my little lie, it is very important to keep your tone of voice firm and steady. People like Shawn, Alaric and Marcus can see through me already, so no use keeping voice whatever whatever. However for people who do not know my MO, the way to prevent an over-the-phone Tell Tale Heart is to make sure you sound convincing enough that you’re in a location.

Me: Orchard! Orchard! So many ang-mohs! Tourists! Businesspeople! Solly, cannot hear you! All the business phone signals are interfering with my… hello? HELLO?

Cue End Call.

Of course, the best method is to not be late AT ALL. However, in instances when I’m late (which is often since I’m a very busy RI boy) the little trick to push forward your MRT stops is very useful.

I actually encourage it.

It isn’t really lying blatantly, if you think about it. White lies are ever so helpful in maintaining the function of our pretty, green dot called Singapore.

Isn’t that what politics is all about?

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Read about my finalist post here: http://fineattitude.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-am-youthsg.html or you can scroll down. It’s the third newest post on my blog, which means the second entry after this post. It’s the one with the Youth.SG banner up and about Rafflesians and the elitism ideal we are placed in!

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SYPC Photosss!!! (Part 1)

All right, that’s it. This is THE END. After you look at all these photos, you will collapse in wonder/marvel/astonishment.

This is pro photography at its best. From yours truly.

(Eric Kwan, if you read this, you know that your photos still pwn mine. But at least let me have some face can!!!! XD)

Collection 1: The Chinatown Collection

Part One of the SYPC competition showcase right here on my blog begins with the ancient days of time gone past. I’m not gonna write anything; I’ll just let the photos speak for themselves and bring you into the colours and marvelous history of Chinatown and tell the story of the ancestry and past.

(Disclaimer: All photos here are naturally-taken. There was no tampering with the photographs here whatsoever, except for variation in basic form: RGB, Black/White or Monochrome.)

(Note: If You want to save as wallpaper, just click on the image and it’ll take you to a page where you can right-click, choose Save Picture As, and keep the pic for your own desktop use! ;D)

Isn’t it interesting? Ang moh guys in Chinatown (below)…

Lastly, of course, Chia Heng and Huiyi sitting at the restaurant. The restaurant was so beautiful I tell you!! All the furniture was apparently direct out of the olden days and the era of Chinatown’s business peak! The restaurant owner was so good to have let us take photos in the place… it was absolutely wonderful to capture a piece of the old times.

Chia Heng, as we have all said many times before, looks very good on camera and should straightaway go be a model. I love the last pic best cos it’s a touch of modern class, youth and colour in a setting of the past.

P.S To Mingzhe, I shall put off rearranging my blog links for a BIT, cos of the fact Im quite busy recently and that it is VERY tough to rearrange. I tried doing in alphabetical order but I gave up by the time I reached H… Sometime soon all ye faithful blog readers!

Next Collection to come: Artsy Fartsy Photos

I am @Youth.SG

I am @Youth.SG

Oh yes I am. I am.

I am foul-mouthed, ball-kicking, remote-wielding, screen-suckered and scatter brained.

Everything a Singaporean youth is nowadays.

But, as they say, I’m supposed to be more.

Forget the whole ‘You have a Destiny to live up to’ gig in Lost, Heroes, Charmed and Smallville. Of course, the big motivation to be more is that you’re Singaporean, hence supposedly you have possibly the Weight of the World on you, with the economic future resting on each and every one of our laurels.

Okay, fair enough. Just hopefully, such Weight is distributed evenly amongst us under-18s.

But it’s not that way.

Somehow, somewhere along the Weight distribution chain, some higher level power decided that Rafflesians, i.e People in the prestigious institution of Raffles, RGS or RJC, have a much more pivotal role to play in the building of this nation.

And this pivotal-ness is seen in some ‘lo, behold!’ ideas that everyone has about us.

I recently took part in SYPC (Singapore Young Photographers’ Convention) and Pinhong was telling me all about what his opinions his teammates had on him, specifically as an RI boy.

I thought about it, and realized Huiyi, Eric, Chia Heng and Iswan kinda said and had the same assumptions too.

Here are some assumptions:

1) “Why are you so talkative? I thought RI boys are supposed to be quiet one.”

Of course, poor Pinhong had no further course of action but to shut up. But whoever said we’re supposed to keep quiet all the time. I certainly don’t see how keeping quiet is really a nice thing to do anyways. It’s boring, and I don’t think RI boys are necessarily boring. Some are, but most aren’t.

2) “Are you gay?”

Surprisingly, PINHONG got that question asked to him. Pinhong could only sigh. I have no idea where the gay thing comes from, but I guess it’s understandable. It’s like saying some girls from all-girls school are lesbian. It’s that sorta associate-by-where-you-are idea. It’s like saying Ellen DeGeneres could actually have a chance of being straight by isolating her on an island full of muscular hunks, or maybe the Guidos from TAR could actually be straight by letting Dustin and Kandice go at them. (Frankly, I think the Beauty Queens and Guidos will jus have a girls’ night out.)

3) “Do you break rules?”

OF COURSE! What, jus because we’re in RI means we’re saints?! We break as many rules as the guy next door, the only question is how often…!

4) And the bomber…

“Your Studies ah… Pro right?”

This question I cannot stand, especially when asked to me, whom everyone knows am a particular screwup in Maths. Who says our studies are phenomenal have obviously not come across me. Maybe Huiyi meets people like Daniel Chew (read: extremely brainy human being) all the time, but if she saw my grades I’d bet she would think twice. Then Eric brought up a very valid point, “You do our exams, surely damn high one.”

Well, that depends. The thing I severely do not understand is, why do people assume RI people are so infinitely different? Are we not as foul-mouthed as the next person (I know a couple who says selective phrases quite often), are we not as sports-loving, screen-addicted and scatter-minded as anyone else on the street?



It’s as if we’re expected to conform to some view society has of us, has of the Rafflesian community. It’s extremely grating when people ask you, “What school are you from?” and immediately you receive all the “OH MY!”, “RI ah! Surely damn smart one!”, “Wah, is it a lot of pressure?” when you reply “RI.”

Oh come on! Like people NOT in RI or RGS have less pressure! I would like to think the suicide rate for our school is not as morbidly high as one might assume it to be!

I sometimes DO get embarrassed when I mention my school, but only if there is no one else from my school, or if the other people are from relatively unknown schools. Not that I’m not PROUD of being in RI (it’s a totally different thing, because I’m definitely damn proud of being in my school and I’m damn happy about it too) but sometimes it’s like you’re expected to behave a certain way and to follow a prefixed image that the person already has of you.



If you don’t fit that image, well then u get, “I thought RI boys are supposed to be…” or “Aren’t you supposed to be…”

Well, we’re not.

And the embarrassment comes not by being in RI, but of the questions that you know are inevitable. The comments that will surely follow. Even in a taxi.

Taxi Driver: So what school are you from?
Me: Raffles Ins…
Taxi D: RAFFLES AH! WHOA AH! FUTURE MINISTER AH!
Me: Errh… No lah…
Taxi D: NO LAH?! Don’t be modest! When you become minister everyone will look up to you okay!
Me: Erhm… okay… Minister of what?
Taxi D: Who cares, MINISTER OF WHAT! Minister CAN ALREADY lah!

Right, like I’d credit you for it if I become a Minister. Like I’d remember your name and give you a tip that’s long overdue 30 years from now.

Taxi D: So, RI, stress or not?

Oh please, give me a break.

Me: Yes lah, yes lah, stress lah, stress lah.

I don’t understand this whole thing about RI/RGS/RJC people supposedly being the higher class, overstressed, supersmart and at the top of the education ladder and the parents’ list of 1st choice secondary schools.

It’s all because of our PSLE aggregate. So? Do we pass flawlessly? Do we not get setbacks and failures in life? Some even more severe than others in other schools? Why have an image of us as perfect little beings?

So everyone holds the name ‘Raffles’ in high regard, in esteemed fancy, in this golden light that shines above all. It works both ways. Like a double-edged sword, this name of a fellow who came to Singapore in a ship donkey years ago, can harm us too.

Take Wee Shu Min for example. Her ‘elite, uncaring face’ blog post last year in October was overdone, I’ll admit, but no doubt reflects a view that many of us, I believe, understand and agree with, only many are too cowardly to admit it, for fear of backlash and repercussion.

I, for one, say that I stand strongly on Ms Wee’s side. It is quite true that it is all about merit. Meritocracy is one of my choices for governance in a country because it is fair and just. Nothing speaks like education and merit. Nothing speaks louder than the degree, for all its glowing glory of lamination, or talent, with its hidden ability to amaze and to speak lengths.

And yet, can u imagine if it were any other student? Some un-RJC student who made that comment? Dismissed, of course, as some delusional girl speaking in her sleep. It’s only because she was from RJC, with all its magnificence of education and her ‘elitism level’ that created the hoohah. No one would give two hoots if she was from, say, East High (the High School Musical school).

And yet, the people value us for our education, for our levels of ’sophistication’. It is because of so that we SPEAK OUT LOUD. If we were not to, then where would this so-called difference between RI/RGS/RJC and other schools be? We speak, and are obviously heard. And when what we say do not fit into this ‘image’, well, then, it’s our grave.

I am a youth too. We all are youths. Are you telling me that people in RI/RGS/RJC are so immensely matured that we don’t enjoy Chocolate Chip ice cream (okay, for me, I prefer Tiramisu or Cookies n’ Cream), don’t enjoy watching TV (I just love Niki’s power in Heroes), don’t love sports? (someone just give me Maria Sharapova’s next game date already)

No. We’re all youths, living in one island, called Singapore. It’s kinda odd to think of us as being anything but young, since we’re old enough to talk really dirty stuff, and we have enough strength to lift our own weight (literally).

But youth is still youth. Elsewhere in the world, African children are not enjoying their youth. They’re fighting AIDS, malaria, chronic diarrhoea and poverty on a daily basis. Teens in the Bronx are trying to figure out how to feed themselves and their family. They are not seated in front of a computer, surrounded by Billabong and OP, drinking sparkling water and eating ice cream.

Sometimes I feel like I’m so lucky, but yet I don’t get to be who I am. I’m a youth, young, young at heart, young forever, and I just want to be myself deep inside.

I’m not judged by being in Raffles. People don’t call me “Raffles boy!”

They call me by my name. And that’s who I am. Kar Liang. I’m not some random person with an oversized supercomputer for a brain. I fail, too. I get sad too. I love music too. There are endless similiarities.

The whole Raffles thing is not new anymore. Just get over it. People in Raffles are still people. Teenagers in Raffles are still young. Look past it, and see us for who we are.

I am a young Singaporean. We all are, Youth, SG.

I am @ Youth.SG.

Some random thoughts…

Random thoughts I have suddenly…

- Random Thought One…

Got this off Jun Chang’s blog:

Your dating personality profile: Outgoing – You can liven up any party. You’ve got a way with people and have little difficulty charming your dates. Big-Hearted – You are a kind and caring person. Your warmth is inviting, and your heart is a wellspring of love. Liberal – Politics matters to you, and you aren’t afraid to share your left-leaning views. You would never be caught voting for a conservative candidate.

Your date match profile: Liberal – You need a person who has liberal opinions and beliefs. You are engaged by political discussions and would find a liberal viewpoint refreshing in a date. Funny – You consider a good sense of humor a major necessity in a date. If her jokes make you laugh, she has won your heart. Athletic – You aren’t looking for a couch potato. You seek someone who is active and who keeps her body in top shape.

Your Top Ten Traits 1. Outgoing 2. Big-Hearted 3. Liberal 4. Athletic 5. Sensual 6. Funny 7. Adventurous 8. Romantic 9. Practical 10. Religious

Your Top Ten Match Traits 1. Liberal 2. Funny 3. Athletic 4. Big-Hearted 5. Adventurous 6. Outgoing 7. Religious 8. Wealthy/Ambitious 9. Traditional 10. Intellectual

- Random Thought Two:

Sometimes, sometimes, just SOMETIMES I get really tired of school.

As I’m typing this, my shoulders are slackened, my energy drained, my fingers lifeless. I am drained, of all this daily crap in school. School, oh school. Sure, it gives me something to do. But does it have to be so tough? It’s tough being a teenager all around. About 70% of this toughness comes from being in school alone.

Everything, all problems in a teen’s life, stem from school.

If school were not happening, parents didn’t need to nag and yell, I would not have to sleep every night at 12.30 am all cause I was mugging for some test, and there would be no disappointment at the end of a test all because of a stupid careless mistake. School strengthens character, they say.

I say school breaks character. School is so tiring, I just have no idea how to last this long.

Well, lucky for me, the only thing that keeps me going is music. People ask why I’m a music addict. If you’ve seen me around in school 9 times out of 10 earphones are plugged into my ears. Why? Cos I need the music.

Sounds fill my life with, well, life again. Music makes me realize why I’m living. What I’m living for. All this work and endless running, sometimes it gets really tiring that I just wanna give it all up. I cannot for the life of me imagine why I endure this stress, these headaches and these problems, day after day. These grades, these endless mugging, these problems, day after day. I really cannot tahan if one day, my hearing just disappeared.

So right now, I’m listening to Evan and Jaron – Crazy For This Girl.

- Random Thought Three:

I lurrrve the group Gaia on The Dance Floor. They’re superb lah! All those shaking hips. Such a new dancing thing they bring to the competition. And you know what else I lurve? Rachael Yamagata , who’s coming down to Singapore as part of the Mosaic Music Festival! I’m going! Those who are going too pls tell meeee! TY TY!!!

P.S I shall talk about the betterment of the channel called Channel 5 soon. How it is starting to please me with its programme lineup and that I no longer have to turn to cable so often.

P.P.S Updated the post on the Oscars with all the results. I know, a bit lag, but whatever.

=D Happy again!

Please Don’t Go… These Ghosts of You

Sometimes I feel that life is so short and that we are wasting so much time.

I was on Google searching for SS websites for the very rushed SS project, when I found this article about this model guy who died in his sleep in his apartment due to heart failure. His age? 29.

TWENTY-freakin-NINE.

In case you didn’t get that, TWENTY-freakin-NINE.

How can anybody die at only 29 years of age??!
It eludes me that anybody could POSSIBLY DIE AT SUCH A YOUNG AGE.

This guy was a model, figuratively and literally. He was apparently some hotshot model and part-time bodybuilder, and he was also an excellent student that had been going for his higher-level degree in Law. He already had some Criminal and Business Law degrees, but he still wanted to go for a higher level showing and get more qualified.

He would have almost done it, if not for the sudden death. 29 years of age, died in the apartment. As I read the article, a chill ran up my spine, and suddenly, I was TREMENDOUSLY thankful for the Powers That Be, may it be God or those watching over me, that I am still alive.

Sometimes when I wake up I do wonder whether today would be the day I would leave the world. How can anybody not wonder that, when you cross the road or step out into the light? The cars whizzing by are so fast, sometimes it really scares me. I could just disappear like that.

Or I could disappear in my sleep.

Like the dude did. I feel a mixture of emotions. The one tugging most strongly is sympathy for the man’s uncompleted life and family. But the most nagging tug is undoubtedly whether or not he knew he was going to leave this world forever, and whether or not he contemplated his regrets and life decisions. Whether or not he had the chance to say goodbye.

For so long I’ve been oblivious, neglecting the reality and weight of the happenings around me. Death has, for so long, eluded my thoughts and my life, one which was used to be filled with innocence and joy, has now become much darker. It is no more a bright life like I used to imagine, but a life that is filled with sorrow and heartache that could be taken away from you at any second.

I’m not being pessimistic or anything. Truly, Death frightens me. A lot of people has said that there’s nothing to be scared of. Death is a process of Life and hence should be embraced like all other parts of Life. To be scared of Death, or Kiasee, they say, isn’t good.

But I cannot help but be frightened of Death. Not the eventual ending, because I actually wonder what happens after Death… But what I fear is that I would not get the chance to do all the things I need to do before It happens. Say goodbye to all who matter, tie up loose ends, and make sure I have no regrets.

Death really is unpredictable. One day he is alive. The next he is not. For so long the thought of Death was a mere story. But a lot has happened since primary school. I lost a grandparent (though that was in primary school still), a good friend, and learn more about this process of Life everyday.

Those who say they are not scared of Death are lying. I know this because that’s what I say too. But inside, I know I fear the power of Death will take me away so quickly that I do not have the chance to complete my life. I really am not being pessimistic, but I just cannot help but find that the circumstance seems awfully horrific.

If someone has lived his life to the fullest, and has enjoyed every moment of it, lying on his bed waiting for the Angels to come, is not a problem. He can move on and begin the next journey. But it is truly unthinkable if someone so young has his life taken away from him so suddenly.

I believe that God, and The Powers That Be, have a meaning, a purpose, for us in life. If it is to affect someone else, then someone else we will affect.

I want to affect people around me, to affect them and make a change with my presence.

Starting with a simple phrase of “I Love You” to my parents.

Say the phrase everyday. As you say it you will feel better and your parents will know that deep inside, nothing changes.

Nothing changes love.

“Please don’t go
These ghosts of you
The only thing that help get me through the day
Baby please don’t go
‘Cause I love you
You’re the only one that will stay the same”

- Chantal Kreviazuk “Ghosts of You”