KICK! HIT! GOAL!!!.

Thursday passed. Friday came and went, Saturday and Sunday followed suit.. Not a word was heard from you. My efforts a waste, for not all was accomplished. Words and actions silent again.

The words we speak and write have power. Power to hurt, to help, to make one smile and cry. They have the power to heal and to explain. They are not just letters put into neat little rows, they are emotions, feelings truths and falsehoods. They are us.

We can hide in them, explore or inner-beings with them. We can let them say out in the open what we only say in our minds. Yes, in our minds. We formulate sentences and we open our mouths and out they come. Sometimes in a drunken stupor or a nervous fit, they come out in a jumble, but they still come out.

Tears flow down, never stopping, many doubts, many regrets, i dare not whine, pride at the tip of my heart. Why am i here? To defy the government's wishes of eliminating idiots?
Sometimes, i have the intention to rebel, to prove that the education will not FILTER the intellectually-challenged but yet as able.
What do schools teach me?

MATHS? SCIENCE?

or do you prefer,

The market, Stocks, social skills, outdoor etiquette, the technique of speaking?
Something relevant to the working world.

And yes, MOE did allow us to have a chance to learn all these,
Through a filTER, a "class" ranking.
You can learn life, in ITE, POLYtechnics.
I tried to defy logic, i tried hard, SUPER hard, to be extraordinary.

I am dumb, but i wanted to show the ASSHOLES that to be the TOP, you do not have to be inteligent, hardworking.
i failed the latter.
The world's crumbling.
CAn i not defy NEWTon's law?
looks like fate,
IS FATE.

I will be filtered, like sand, into the amazon of the lower class. DO DO not, correct me, cos i know i am right this time.
POLY, ITE, is indeed a better place to be in. My fate lies there.
But, you will never be accepted by the TOPs.
YOu will never be equal.

What did the GAHmen say?
ALL men are equal(except some, are more equal than others)
I realised, I am powerless, to change the fact, that QUAlifications SHOULD not matter.

I never asked GOD "Why me?" And today in pain I should not be asking GOD "Why me?"

He who travels this journey will learn
perfection dwells constant within the soul.
It lies with him to open the shutters,
sweep the cobwebs, unveil the truth.
For every tear another hurdle crossed
on the trek to the ocean of awareness.

MY suffering and pain lead me step by step
from my false self to acceptance of the real
and the real self leads me step by step
back again to acceptance of suffering
wherein I discover the mission of time;
that it heals sorrows and cures iniquities.

Will tears help anything?
I REGret. HELPless-NESS fill my soul,
and in addition, i have unsupportive parents,
I was kinda forced to go JC, because my parents are super conservative,
I am now being blamed about how indecisive i was and WHY the heck i came to JC and prodeuced hopeless results?
WEll, if i GO poly, Will i even GET trust from my parents?
I do not know how life will be,
With SELF acclaimed superficial friends all around me, no one will know how's my parents are like,
HOW they function is totally incomprehensible.

TOmorrow, i will show them my results slip, 80% of the chance, my estranged mum will come to school to amke a ruckus, just like the old days...........
I will be disgraced, embarrassed, and then , that is when, GRant will disappear from the surface of the EARTH.
and i emphaisise again,
FRIENDS..

.][-Splattered my blood on
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