Posed my a mathematics teacher, what is a happy death?

Dear readers,


"I want to die happily." That's what they all say, those few words serve as an allegory to all the living, yet many of us when quizzed of our own perceptions of such a happening are truly baffled. Death is inevitable, as Benjamin Franklin once said,"In this world nothing can be said to be certain, except death and taxes." All of us have thought of it before, yet we have never considered how we want to die and what we want to leave behind other than an epitaph inscripted in stone.

Do you know what an ideal death is?

Some will tell you they want to die as billionaires, with their fat asses plopped on assets across the world. Yet anyone can tell you that in our incessant search of material wealth, that money is not everything in life, and if you want to die happily, money cannot buy that happiness. True, if a beggar was granted with a fortune from a lottery ticket, you could imagine his reaction. Gone would be the feeling of insecurity of where his next meal would come from. Yet, if he died the next day, where would he be? Would he be any happier?

Money can buy happiness today, but maybe it cannot buy happiness tomorrow.

Some will tell you they want to die knowing they have fulfilled their jobs as responsible parents and leaving a happy family behind. It is noble to think that if you family was happy, you would be able to leave this world happily too. It does imply rationality of sense after all. Parents often want to leave this world knowing that they have tried their best in giving their child the best of lives. That their child will be okay. That to a parent with terminal illness is godsend. Imagine, your mother dying of cancer ( pray that is not the case), all she would want now is for you to give your very best shot in life, she wants you to have a solid education that can give her the assurance that you will be able to take care of yourself when Death comes knocking. Yet it is naive to be that selfless, but that is what makes parents so special, that their sacrifice should be appreciated even more. Yet this is not death as you imagine it to be, happy, surely this in not a happy death for you as the parent, surely your sole purpose in life is not just about raising children to be grown up and matured about everything, although this is typical in Asian societies.

Life is short.

Tell me, what would be your happy death?

Mine, I want to be remembered as a good friend, a good son, and a good brother. That is all, I want to know that when I die there will be people at my funeral, that even if a single person were to shed tears, I am happy to have played a part in that person's life.

On to less sombre issues. In General Paper last week, the holy GP teacher *ahem*, he knows how to use the internet so it wouldn't be wise to mention his name here(:P), told us to write an essay about music of a 100 words without using the letter 'e' (!). I was like grinning at his brilliance, what a novel way of torturing students. The letter 'e' is the king of all words, the queen is 'a' and writing an essay, even a 100 word long one is like trying to ride a bicycle with one leg. I learnt that day people have actually written entire books(!) without the letter 'e'. Go wikipedia lipogram if you don't want to take my word. If there is a measure of joblessness, writing lipograms must be "ULTIMATE JOBLESSNESS, SOMEONE STOP HIM BEFORE HE KILLS HIMSELF!" Anyway here is my very feeble attempt. I think it ain't bad for a beginner. :D

"Music is an art of sound; its canvas is a manuscript and its brush various forms of musical apparatus, amongst which consist of an ordinary piano, a plain pipa, a classical violin and a pulchritudinous mahogany guitar. And it is only among adroit musicians that it is in favour of whom can truly grasp music’s gracious quality. Music is always known as a sort of lingo of souls, all of us fancy varying forms of music - all forms having individually distinct traits that can hatch most amorous admiration among fans. Good music is undying and unfading, its originality brassbound and it always brings a rush joy that cuts across faith, ticking clocks and location!"

Adios, peeps. Till next time.

Sorry for not being there for you for I was too absorbed with myself. Give me a second chance.

Dear readers,

“If I’ve done anything I’m sorry for, I’m willing to be forgiven.”
Edward N. Westcott

Apology accepted. That's what people want to hear when they make an apology.

Some people don't believe in apologies. Apologies they abhor, apologies are like allergens to them, they distance themselves away as far as possible from them lest they get pangs of sentimentalism so uncharacteristic of them. Indeed. One need not say sorry, for all is forgiven in the end anyway, we will all end up under six feet of dirt in a dinghy box. Nicole.... *winks*

So, why apologize? Tell me, why apologize?

The skeptics think apologies are a form of self retribution, this indirectly implies that apologies are a selfish act intended to lift of the burden of guilt of one's shoulders. Do you think so? Certainly it makes sense. Certainly when I ask you why do we apologize to people you would answer something along the lines,"I feel guilty, I cannot let that act live under my conscience." The question is, is this act selfish? I would have to agree that this happens under certain conditions. Like deliberately pissing someone off and then apologizing so as to "minimize" some of the damage. Yes, to yourself! You can't say the apology was not sincere, it was, but it was intended to make you feel less guilty. And that is selfish, ain't it? Apologies are meant for the offended not the offender.

So do you know yet why we apologize?

I bet you never thought of this. Why apologize, apologies are meant to be accepted. To deny an apology would be like denying help from someone and then proceeding to bash that someone up for even suggesting that you needed help.

I apologize for all the things that I have ever done wrong in your eyes, my reader. I know I have offended loads of people with my lashing tongue. I am going to say sorry for not being there at times when you needed me the most. I beg your pardon for challenging your views of life and how its supposed to work. I sincerely apologize for messing in your business in times when they were none of mine. I also want to say sorry to my parents for anything I have done wrong, those things being to numerous to remember, although they have decreased in frequency in recent years. I would also like to apologize to all my friends for losing touch and hopefully someday we may meet again and I will bear in mind to forever cherish our friendship. And I beg your forgiveness for being such an abhorable retard these few years, for all the trouble I caused to Melody, Ying and Sue Ann last year. I am sorry for having deprived my classmates of a month of BM classes for having caused trouble with Mr Selvam. And sorry to you, Mr Selvam and all my teachers for being a pain in the ass.

So, people, the ultimate question, why do we apologize. Is it fun? I apologize because tomorrow I may never see you again. Because today may be my last day on this Earth and I wouldn't want to leave it knowing that friends, families and anyone in my life would suffer the pain of what I have left behind. Indeed. So I apologize for the sake of today, in case a tomorrow never comes. And that it was you should apologize for. Because you love your friends, families and whoever you feel you have wronged so much that you wouldn't want to leave them as an enemy. And YOU would not want to leave knowing that you could have done better, that is you could have been a better friend, a better bother or a mother or a sister or a father. And they will love you for it. And if you believe in God, He will respect you much more for doing so.

This blog post is dedicated to those who have apologized to me. Thank you, and I forgive you.

Tada. Peace out. ^^

Of responsibilities.

Dear readers,

“With great power comes great responsibility.”
Stan Lee

So how was today? It was the first day of term, there were the normalities of this school carried out – the principals speech and the sixth form assembly.

And there was the announcement of who would form the body of our sixth form committee for the rest of our tenure as upper sixers here. I didn’t get a position and there was nothing to be sad about. Tomorrow I have got a society meeting and I am hardly expecting to get a position, and in the event of me getting a position there is the likeliness that it wouldn’t be a notable one. Indeed. Inevitably so, I have never held a position in my life before - not in any club or society, not in any student body. I was never a prefect nor a class monitor. It was, I believe, not because I was not good enough but rather a combination of hard luck and of course, the tendency of my presence going unnoticed. A position in school regardless of whatever position it is, is the embodiment of responsibility manifested in the holder of the position. The holder should be thoroughly responsible and dedicate himself to fulfilling those very responsibilities. Yet it is also understandable that some people were never meant to be leaders, despite how much they want to be one, and I am one of them.

Zimbabwe is a poor country, today rather than in the earlier years when agricultural exports had buoyed the economy to such great heights that it was once regarded as a gem in African civilisation. Today its inflation rate stands at in excess of 100000% and its economy to Western eyes is beyond repair, similar to those dead fish in the supermarket that can never be resuscitated even if you had God’s breath. In a position of great power, the liberator of Zimbabwe from the oppressive white regime of Ian Smith, the young Robert Mugabe was believed to be able to bring Zimbabwe into an era of glory that was unparalleled in Zimbabwean history. Today, the government is bellicose and its power waning, it support base wavering as news of an imminent loss of the Zimbabwe Parliament to the opposition MDC. Robert Mugabe is a broken man, a man who had so much power to himself that he was possessed by it, he had forgotten his promises of restoring glory and he had forsaken his responsibilities to his people. And that is power that has gone sour, fresh responsibilities bestowed on a leader whom let those responsibilities go stale with his souring promises. Today, he is a broken man seeking a recount of votes in the recent elections. And today, we might never know whether Zimbabwe will ever be a sustainable state again. I certainly hope that with the confidence vested in the MDC, I hope they do a much better job in maintaining the welfare of the forgotten people of the country.

I hope this term will be better and I certainly hope this term I will find something to write in my UCAS personal statement. For now, adios.

Back to school and not dreading it (that much).

Dear readers,

I am sorry to announce that I have only three more days.
In approximately 72 hours I would be back within the gates of a education facility on the outskirts of the City.
To be frank, it has been a good term.
Don't get me wrong, I am fine with the idea of going back to this education facility. Next term gonna be a test though. Not sure whether I will be ready.

Seriously.
Ain't nothing wrong.
Look! I am smiling. :D

I just don't want to leave home. T.T

My bed at home. And my bed at school.
God knows how many times I missed sleeping on my own bed especially with all those bed bugs. :S
Still, I can sleep anywhere! :P

Both tables are equally messy.
On the table. Home - Age of Turbulence by Alan Greenspan.
School - Core Mathematics 2 >.<
I think I am on Skype with Darrel.
I know I was talking to Ying when the photo was taken. XP
By the way, I haven't listened to radio in ages. There ain't no radio to listen in school.

Closets to compare. Nothing much to say. o_O


Goodbye. *wink*

7 is the number of the season.

Dear readers,

I am in high spirits today.
Any Manchester United fan would say the same thing.
It really looks like they are going to life the European Cup this year.
But that dream could lay shattered come next week when Roma travel to Old Trafford for the second leg.

We shall see.

This season has been about Manchester United really.

Its too overhyped, then again what can you say.

United have the 3R's(Ronaldo, Rooney, Ryan), great midfileders( Carrick, Hargreaves, Nani, Anderson, Scholes, Fletcher) and solid defenders( Brown, Ferdinand, Vidic, Evra, O Shea).

Kudos to the team for doing their best for the fans.

First Term Gone.

Dear readers,

For me, first term has gone by and I am on HOLIDAY!!!! XD

And since I am in a good mood today. I will do a tag. >.<

Instructions: Remove ONE question from below, and add in your personal question, make it a total of 20 questions, then tag 8 people in your list, list them out at the end of this post. Notify them in their chat box that he/she has been tagged. Whoever does the tag will have blessings from all.

1. What have you realised recently?
That it's better for me to be single.

2. Have you given your first kiss away?
Nope. I am innocent. :O

3. If you were to be stranded on a deserted island, who are the 11 blog buddies you would take with you? Why?
None. You wanna know why. The likeliness of me dying on a deserted island is fairly high I would say. Bringing "blog buddies" would account to sentencing them to death with me. Bringing them along would also mean have that much less chance of surviving. Hehe!

4. Where is the place that you want to go the most?
Switzerland.

5. If you can have 1 dream to come true, what would it be?
That I could turn back time and be happier.

6. Do you believe in seeing a rainbow after the rain?
Let's not launch into a rant about how rainbows are ALWAYS formed after the rain.

7. What are you afraid to lose the most now?
Myself. I am afraid I will lose purpose in life.

8. If you win $1 million, what would you do?
Put $400000 in an offshore bank account. $600000 left, for me to spend. :P

9. If you meet someone that you love, would you confess to him/her?
I would. Then again, there ain't no point in confessing because one way love ain't gonna work.

10.List out 3 good points of the person(s) who tagged you.
Darrel

listener.
soon to be good film-maker.
a source of entertainment.

Yisan

Fun loving.
Optimistic and therefore forever unfazed by challenges!
Really good photographer.

Nicole

Cynical, realistically so.
Cool.
Intelligent.

11. What are the requirements that you wish from your other half?
Smart, Fun, Ambitious, Caring, Understanding, Straightforward, Cute, Nice.

12. Which type of person do you hate the most?
Bimbo.

13. What is your ambition?
To be an internationally recognized economist. HAHA! I know the answer is the same as Nicole's but serious shit!

14. If you have faults, would you rather the people around you point out to you or would you rather they keep quiet?
Point it out. I would feel insecure if they don't. *Fidgets*

15. What do you think is the most important thing in your life?
Friends.

16. Are you a shopaholic or not?
No. Should I be one?

17. Find a word to describe the person who tagged you.
Retarded.

18. If you have a chance. Which part of your character you would like to change?
Retarded and mood swingy.

19. Whats the last shocking thing you've seen or heard?
:O

20. How do you feel now?
Fine thank you?