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Une fille comme moi
Je t'aime plus que hier, moins que demain ♥
Welcome to the blog of a 17yearoldgirl, where she posts her mindless musings and ramifications.
This is extremely private;
cos this is where she dreams, sleeps and cries.
She lives. 		"We can catch buses and count our change and cross the roads and talk real sentences.
but our innocence goes awfully deep,
and our discreditable secret is that we don’t know anything at all,
and our horrid inner secret is that
we don’t care that we don’t."
Random Doodles in my Head
Wednesday, September 17, 2008, 5:58 PM
Il faisait tres chaud aujourd'hui. Je ne supporte pas le temps de Singapour, il change trop vite. Quand je marchais à la maison, je me suis senti comme ma peau était brûlé. ): Mais je suis heureuse parce que c'est c'est la première fois cette année que j'ai arrivé chez moi avant 3pm! Oui je sais, ma vie est tres triste.

(English translation: It's very hot today. I cannot stand the weather of Singapore, it changes too quickly. When I was walking home today, I felt like my skin was being burnt ): But I'm happy too because it's the first time this year that I reach home before 3pm! Yes, I know, my life is very sad.)

Today, the people from Nanyang Kindergarden came again, complete with two little tots, to appeal to the sympathy of Nanyang girls for us to donate money to them so that they can expand their kindergarden and build more facilities. They have already raised 2.6 million, but it's still very much short of their target, 5.5 million. Seriously, 5.5 million. They need that much of a sum to "rebuild" their kindergarden! :O
When I was small, I simply went to a kindergarden at a community centre, ran by 4-5 teachers. I think there were around 30+ kids. And I turned out better than just OK. Apparently parents now want their children to advance like the speed of technology and get a headstart into an elite family of schools at the age of 3 =.= (Speaking of which, I managed to get a good grade for my expository on elitism today. Don't ask me how though, even I don't know.)

And the thing I hate most is the donation cards. I have already done two donation cards this year >.< The first, was one for the charity organization which runs shelters for the homeless/abused. That was for my choir CIP. The second, was one for Connect Singapore, in which we were told to raise funds for "youth development", aka raise funds for the development of ourselves. Totally lame. I ended up digging 4 crumpled $2 from my own pocket. And now this. No offence, but I completely hate these donation cards, because they simply make use of students to literally give free money! Although they advocate you to raise funds, but I'm sorry, my social circle is very limited, I cannot always ask the same people to donate again and again. Furthermore, these donation cards are not effective at all as a means of CIP, because there is zero community involvement or interaction with the less fortunate and it is not a very meaningful way of helping others.I'm sure money is the way to go when it comes to charity, but if you want students to develop a sense of compassion for their fellow Singaporeans, I'm sure volunteering would be a hundred times better than "raising funds".

So why do we have to raise funds for Nanyang Kindergarden? They have not done anything for us in the past. It's like one of those distant friends that never really talked to you before, until suddenly one day, they just pop back up and pester you to help do them a favour. I guess most people will just end up breaking their own piggy banks again. I'm not trying to make a mountain out of a molehill, just that I'm very sick and kind of disgusted by these donation cards.

Blerh, I'm sick of doing countless exam papers too. Screw the education system.