Sunday, August 20, 2006
-Dont say its just not the same-
Nowadays when i come out from camp, i seem to always smile to myself more. Somehow talking to camp mates seem so much more fun when its done while walking out of the gate together, even if its just that one or two minutes worth of conversation. Reminds me of the times when i went out of the school gate with my classmates conversing as though the whole world only belonged to us for that moment, and we all knew we cherished each other's company. Perhaps, just perhaps when your time served in the army camp is drawing to a close, you start to feel the wait is getting longer and eventually, more tiring, because you have finally felt that tingling sensation of a countdown starting deep in your heart. And mostly, because you soon know you can wake up jubilant, and start doing things just for yourself again.
I may also probably feel this way after watching the period drama 'goong', and even wondered if it was this drama serial that inspired the recent article about the comparison between princess kiko and crown princess masako and how they're both coping with life within the imperial palace. I say let them be, stress only creates within us because we believe in what others say. As long as we think what we are doing is right, then we should continue to set about doing how they should be.
Of course you think about royalty after watching that show, so if i was given a week's stay in a real palace, I would like archery and tennis on monday to chase away the weekday blues, piano lessons and art appreciation on tuesdays, learning the japanese, korean and french language(all these imagination does not take into account of how much information my retarded mind can really contain) on wednesdays. History of individual countries (i must type this out because out of scary coincidence, my brother's computer suddenly playing the majula anthem) on thursdays. Not of the world war II period anymore though. Its suffocating. Finally, i will contribute my fair share of social work on the next three days. However, I will give priority to the starving children in Africa. I was freaked shocked to read from the papers that the number of obese people in the world outnumbers the starving ones by almost 40%. And that im one of them. I really hope that technology to transfuse fats really come soon. Im terribly losing hope in dieting.And dont think that all these rubbish im saying is redundant. Helping my teacher out in a seminar recently really blew my brians out. Some parents really do treat their children like royalty, to the extent some declare them their princess. Out of some sick gratitude perhaps, the children in return do really act like obnoxious royalty, and trust me when i say i wanted to just hold up their faces and smack them into reality. Shouldnt it be the case when the children are brought up in wealthy families, the parents would probably have more time into teaching their children moreal lessons when they dont have to worry about the bread and butter issues? Abhorrent really. That's why i will never become a teacher, blah i cant handle this.
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