Yes, the tagboard's silent. What a HUGE difference compared to the days when our dear anon was still spamming.

I almost want it to be noisy again. NOT.

But please la, I never, ever dreamt that one day I'm will say this, but TAG, GIVE YOUR OPINIONS, don't sit down there like lazy buffoons and read on while I do the work.

So far, I'm still procrastinating on homework as per normal. Which explains why I'm hurrying to do it now.

I think DnT is the most retarded thing ever. Are they trying to teach us how to be factory workers or manufacturers? What merit do we gain by learning how to work those ancient machines, full of rust (and maybe) dried blood due to some unfortunate accident?

I thought its only those that are in normal tech that do these workshops, but I must say that I'm startled to find out how wrong I am.

They should make this optional. I have no intention whatsoever to learn something that might not make me:
a) supremely famous and rich
b) help me in business endeavours or
c) sue that irritating neighbour who likes to (sometimes) karaoke till midnight, thus causing me and/or others to LOSE MY BEAUTY SLEEP.

However, if it is drawing fashion or digital arts, perhaps I'll be MORE interested...

I mean Fashion (designing dresses) is WAAY better then staring at a lump of wood, handling acrylic dust which might poison you, or trying to crave a perfect round wheel. If I get to sit down in an air-conditioned room and draw fashion designs(I'll get someone to sew it, my sewing is TERRIBLE) it'll be so shuang can?

I'd rather swap those dumb ass lessons for IT lessons. The should teach us advanced photoshop or flash. Till then I am quite powerless to shape someone's face into that of a monster's.

They could teach us Javascript and advanced programming. It'll be GREAT if we can learn how to make computer games.

But noo, instead of that, they chose to stick us in a dusty workshop with stone and cement floors equipped with machinery that looks like it belonged to the 18th century. What if some people have dust allergies and dies in there? It's THAT dirty, mind you. The tabletops are so coated with dust, it looks like a black cloth is draped over it. I think I once saw a cobweb hanging inside of a machine. I'm sure that the dust would be able to powder a geisha's face for one month.

If they want us to learn design and technology, why stick us in such a low-tech place? The only computer is outdated, the keyboard is bulky, the monitor looks like a stone wall, and the machines, instead of the prefect shiny lethal metal beasts you expect, they are coated with rust and faded blue paint. It seriously looked like an antique from the Victorian times.

There's not even a proper whiteboard! Hmm, are still fresh from the war, with no money to buy whiteboard? There's a chalkboard, a relic of the old times when students sat on the floor with dirty, rugged clothes and smudges faces, while the teacher scribbles on it using a chalk!

Please, even in engineering they are using modern day technology with sophisticated PCs and programming language! Even if we are taught this meaningless junk, we can't even apply it in the industry!

Now, reading back my description, I think that it's rather akin to the past.

I can't believe that there are still such classrooms in Singapore. Our economy is booming! Instead of giving the GST to fund the PM's salary, why don't we use it to renovate schools until they are up to standard?

Surely we can put off those schools of the future, and instead, bloody bring them all up to standard? Then we can focus on having a IT school.

If I were the minister of education, (which is so obvious I am currently NOT, or teachers will not be able to abuse their power of giving out detention slips for every trivial little thing that cannot be helped) I would be more organised and plan carefully.

I shouldn't bother will trivialities like P.E., and shall make PFT optional. God, these people are narcissistic enough to know not to get obese and ugly. P.E. is nothing but a nuisance.

After which, I will take over the world. Mwahahahaha.....(Inside joke)

Okay, now that joke's cliched. But how nice that will be. I think I shall allow Kira to rule under me.

Reading back the last few lines, I finally realise how horribly insane I sound.

That's right, I'm insane. The homework did me in! Now, I'm sure, you are more aware of the evilness of homework.

In fact, EVERY student that should have realised this by then. If you like homework, you are very much welcome to do my Geography worksheet.

Oh right. I've been too absorbed in homework to complain about the cross-country run.

IT'S THREE POINT BLOODY TWO KILOMETERS!

At the beginning of the infuriating circular said that it was for us to be more health conscious! Be more health conscious! Can't believe their boldness! YOU want us to run a bloody long distance just for the sake of delivering this bloody message?!

Jeez, can't they give out collar pins or bookmarks or SOMETHING, instead of making us run that %$#?*%!{/)^$ distance?

Instead, they chose the heavy approach, the approach which may cause rebellion to stir from the vestiges of our young and valiant hearts!

Stupid run. What's so good about running? It does nothing to improve the situation! In war, instead of using brute force, why don't you use a little innate something in you called schemes or intellect, and win?

They should have fun games in air-conditioned rooms with complimentary refreshments and the option for pupils to sit in plush chairs to read or talk if they don't want to exercise.

Exercise is just one part of keeping yourself from being ill. Think of it this way: If you don't read books, or have intellectual conversations with acquaintances, how would you know how to better protect yourself from illness?

No matter how much one exercises, one will, one way or the other, inadvertently fall ill. If there's no one to read books or study, then who will find the cure for cancer? The cure for Bird Flu? Will God be so kind to have a cure magically appearing in front of the patient? I think not!

I'm PISSED.

Not drunk, but angry. 'Angry' to put it mildly, it is too insignificant to express my rage.

Here, I bid adieu before I shoot any potentially damaging sentences.