15/5

There's been a great deal on my mind lately, and I somehow harbour deep resentment towards some people...in fact, I hate them. It's justified, but I hate hating people.

For one, my school is such a scientific school; the arts don't really get enough credit and it's always science, science or math, math. In fact, I'd say that the country is too scientific. Will we ever need to use algebra in the workforce as a general thing?

You probably will find it really rare to find a language or music prodigy at my school. It's always math this or science that. And I've had enough of this. It's simply too biased to others who like the arts better.

Rather, I feel that the entire Singaporean society is biased against the arts as a whole. They don't deem it worthwhile to read, they don't think it's good to learn a new language, they're mostly content to wallow in their science and math.

And of course, as a result, people who are good at math and science at school gain the upper hand. I just wish for my Junior College years to arrive quickly so I can leave science or math behind forever. But as of now, I have to see this through.

That's why I hate school so much; there's nothing much I'd like to learn in it. Sometimes life can be unfair, but I believe that if we continue pressing on all things are possible.

Then there's the case of the ferrari-taxi-motorcyxle accident. I feel really bad for the cabby and the Japanese lady, but somehow I don't feel a bit sorry for the other driver. He was the one who sped, so he's dead as a result. But in my eyes he's still a murderer who took innocent lives away.

The people I pity are his family, especially his wife. Being widowed after a few years must be really hard.

I know how it's like to fail after trying hard, but it's because of that that I can succeed. Ultimately, all success stems from despair. The person who succeeds the most is the one who was humiliated and insulted before. Success is born from despair, after all.