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(I've this new addiction to 80's songs.)

And people have been asking me about my grades... so let me just disclose a conversation I had with my mother earlier:

mum: .... why did you get so many Donkeys...
me: I have no idea. It's not like I don't want any Asses.

I shall leave the discussion about grades at that. Because (I know people dont mean to do this but) some just don't seem to care about others when their B isnt an A. Just... open your eyes. I'm not judging anyone or attacking anyone. Goodness knows I'm definitely not one to judge or set standards; just .. look around you first.

I'm in a content-with-life mood. Because my piano teacher just told me about a student's family: son's frontal lobe completely not functioning aka zero learning capability, daughter got lead-poisoning, parents completely distraught with worry and bringing them up... I mean, dont you think Singaporeans should be more happy with their lives? Most of us don't have lead-poisoning, for crying out loud. That, and why can't parents be more appreciative of healthy, happy kids?

(Now I wont say that I am happy to be alive because I dont know what it's like being dead. But I'm going to cheesily admit now that I'm glad for everyone else being here.)

Now, back to reading about Dorian Grey (who really annoys me, by the way) but Oscar Wilde is a @#$%^&* genius.

17102007; 09:10pm