Teacher's Day Celebrations 2006

Highlights of Teacher's Day

P.E Dept Dance With Mr. Tan Yew Hwee Singing Some Hokkien Song







The Teachers Dress Up As One Another!!!



The Not So Pretty Sights/Side of Things


The most terrible band I've ever heard.


Even the teachers struggled to hide their pain and torture.


#1 Disturbing
#2 Disturbing
#3 Disturbing
#4 Disturbing
#5 Disturbing

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I’m on the fence once again. The world is my stage and I’m relentlessly putting on a guise, to bend to the needs of different people. Logic doesn’t escape me, the difference between wants and needs are plain. A tool. What a fitting word to use. A tool indeed; to achieve the ends of its owner, so expediently stashed away time after time until its services are once again vital. Used so evidently all this while, my folly realised only after time eroded away. The hankering for approval blinds an individual. Denial rears its ugly head. Enlightenment takes over, the truth sinks in.

So in your face yet so deceptively done. Conceivably an open book is susceptible in this facet, your flaws open to the elements. Or perhaps a new methodology should be established in struggle for meaning. Death of the Author/Text and Birth of the Reader, all content open for readers elucidation, text being moulded the way projected by the one in power.

Maybe, just maybe, I am inept in identifying myself in this aspect. Maybe, just maybe, I opened up to be shaped, wrought into what was indispensable to fit in with the correct pieces, to be part of the greater picture. Like a jigsaw puzzle if you will. Hitherto, all is recurrently shifting, so time and time again, a piece has to be changed. Respect is hard to earn and easy to lose. And that’s a fact, hate it, love it, embrace it.

It’s taxing, all this bull. I wash my hands off and shall deal with it when the punches come along. Only a fool gets hit without knowing it. Fool no more. =

farcical-rants - 9:44 pm - Thursday, August 31, 2006

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