Friday, October 24, 2003
The Faculty of Aggrandizement
Lamentably, my consequent few entries will be about my habitual dissatisfaction with my current school.
"This is probably why I got myself mired in some detestable school now." Runaway
I concede. I am most averse to associations with the putridness and the vileness of my present school. I profess. Its an abomination that cannot be merely written and it does certainly qualify as an anathema. It would positively be a onerous task to transcribe my profuse disdain into words. Do bear with me.
Surely, the school is very much of base material; plebeianly horrid. After all, does one expect any form of poshness or even civillisation in a neighbourhood school? Everything that is there, is repulsively distatsteful. I am not being haughty. Its an immanent culture that people and the system within embrace. And how very much they become ignorant...However, they do rather well to provide exciting insight into the neanderthals of the Pleistocene Epoch .
Instead of endeavouring to ameliorate such adverse and ignoble circumstances, the school engages, or rather, indulges in senseless aggrandizement, exampli gratia, to gasconade about its substantial involvement in some purportless "World Largest Collage" (I must accentuate on the notion that I am not against philanthropic activities, but to exploit them to elevate somehow the status of something or someone is distressingly undesirable), delivering painfully execrable yet contrived speeches or rather pure verbiage (do not remind me to mock their oratory proficiency), trying too much to implement a cashless tuckshop system, et cetera.
It is a dynamisim unfounded, the effots misguided, paving the way to probably the best asylum in Sembawang. It is just...simply abhorrent.
cuRRent...jer
Nota Bena : The entry was initially a poem entittled " Lachrymose Aggrandizement".
¶ 1:25 pm
Lamentably, my consequent few entries will be about my habitual dissatisfaction with my current school.
"This is probably why I got myself mired in some detestable school now." Runaway
I concede. I am most averse to associations with the putridness and the vileness of my present school. I profess. Its an abomination that cannot be merely written and it does certainly qualify as an anathema. It would positively be a onerous task to transcribe my profuse disdain into words. Do bear with me.
Surely, the school is very much of base material; plebeianly horrid. After all, does one expect any form of poshness or even civillisation in a neighbourhood school? Everything that is there, is repulsively distatsteful. I am not being haughty. Its an immanent culture that people and the system within embrace. And how very much they become ignorant...However, they do rather well to provide exciting insight into the neanderthals of the Pleistocene Epoch .
Instead of endeavouring to ameliorate such adverse and ignoble circumstances, the school engages, or rather, indulges in senseless aggrandizement, exampli gratia, to gasconade about its substantial involvement in some purportless "World Largest Collage" (I must accentuate on the notion that I am not against philanthropic activities, but to exploit them to elevate somehow the status of something or someone is distressingly undesirable), delivering painfully execrable yet contrived speeches or rather pure verbiage (do not remind me to mock their oratory proficiency), trying too much to implement a cashless tuckshop system, et cetera.
It is a dynamisim unfounded, the effots misguided, paving the way to probably the best asylum in Sembawang. It is just...simply abhorrent.
cuRRent...jer
Nota Bena : The entry was initially a poem entittled " Lachrymose Aggrandizement".
¶ 1:25 pm
