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Saturday, May 24, 2008

Cross Country at Bedok Resevoir yesterday, and even though the occasion is hardly worth posting about, I shall do it anyway.

I walked ALL THE WAY. And I mean all 3.5km of it. And we came in last(or one of the last), which was, expected. The entire walk was filled with lots of UV rays and sun and heat and small sharp stones that got into our shoes and pierced our soles. Hardly enjoyable. And the scenery wasn't that great, its trees and a tiny lake all the way. Very very boring. In fact, I'm getting bored of this topic already!

Other than that, nothing much happened in the past few days. Oh yes, that stupid CRPP survey asked the "what career do you want to have when you grow up?" question again. This time, I jsut typed the answer that came to my mind instinctively.

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I really don't want to have to answer that. Anyway let them know that not everyone wants to take medicine or business or pursue a science/math/money based career, unlike what most people think is IDEAL. Thing is, what most people don't realise is that there is NO ideal. Because everyone's ideal is different. But then, since the majority still believe in "model answers" or "model essays" or "key words" and "perfect"(which can be VERY subjective) then let them live in their delusioned world.

This post is getting seriously crappy, I don't know what to type and I don't want to have to force words out from my mind because then it'll sound terribly fake like I'm trying to gel together sentences to form a fluid prargraph. Like I always believe, the best form of written work doesn't come from thinking, but by feeling. Which is why I suck SO BAD at argumentative essays because they force us to follow stupid formats that never get me past a B3.

It's an essay, and there are FORMATS. If there is a format, then it ISN'T an essay!!!!! Essays are supposed to be creative, to allow us to pen our inner iamgination and thoughts on paper. What becomes of imagination when you force it into a set format? It becomes disoriented and illogical and the essay churned out will not sound authentic because the voice of originality has been completely disallowed. And to think that language is supposed to be an ART.

Look, even the Cambridge examiners were asking for fresh adn creative essays and complained that Singaporean students kept using "model paragraphs". You can't say I'm wrong.

I want to live in the Renaissance era where science and art co-existed in harmony.

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