Game addict

I was reading the November Reader Digest issue - The Lost Boy. apparently China was trying to dealt with the increasing numbers of game addicts arising among the youngster and they establish a school by the name of Qihang Salvation Training Camp, which claimed to dealt with game addicts - of course.

This is a short summary of the story:

Deng senshan, lets call it DS in short was sent to this school by his parent who felt that he had become a game addict. DS was made to run around the basketball court in the night when everyone else is sleeping. after 30 laps of running he collapsed on the floor, instead of giving him a break, the counsellor dragged him to a nearby flagpole and hit him with a wooden chair leg which broke. DS continue to run but about halfway through the court he collapsed again. this time round the counsellor took a plastic stool and swung down on the boy. DS was bleeding from this mouth, ears, eyes, and nose. he was only send to the hospital after hourS of being left in his bunk. 14 hours after arriving at the camp, he was pronounced dead.

Some other horror stories about the game addicts in China:

1. a boy butchered his father after a disagreement of internet usage
2. 2 kids passed on a railroad track after 2 days of online gaming
3. after a 36hr session of War Crafts a boy leaped off his 24th storey building, in hope to "join the heroes of the game"

The 3rd pointer is the most "digusting" one. i don't know what word to use actually to express how i feel. OMG? unbelivable? dumb? you know what? China is infamous for its IMPOSSIBLE POSSIBLE. still, stories like this make me feel disgusted on how inhuman  and brutal they can be.

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Came home today to find a envelope on my table from the Ministry of Health. Nope, the hospital couldn't have register my gender wrong and send me a letter for a check up for NS enlistment right? Nope they did not. is a letter they put it to Congratulate me turning 21 soon and ask me to pledge as a organ donors after death. however, i see it as a reminder that i am turning into a age of Responsibility, a age of taking charge, reminding me that i am graduating and out to work soon and i am only approximately 4 months away to the working world, to my ideal career, to......

Scary shit.

Thinking about the future is so scary. lets just take one step at a time, Portfolio first, FYP next and we will see what lays ahead after. lets not let the future "scare the shit outta me" yet.

It have been awhile

i am in my final phase of poly now, *SCREAM* "FINALLY!!!!"

school have gone more strict and iron out a new rule to punish the late bill payers, like *ahem* me. forever me, the most cruel punishment they can implement on us -student, is to block our freaking LEO which give us no access to our daily grades and CHECKING OF OUR NEW CLASS. this is the reason why i missed school on the first day of school and this year, another new rule implemented- we are only given 4 gracious precious days for non valid reason to skip school. once we skip more than that, Expel.

damn good, i just use up one of my precious 4 days skip- school- pass. involuntarily


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God bless us with many people around us so we won't feel lonely. i Thank God for all of the individual that have been bless in my life, friends that i have met and a friendship have forged. be it here, there, everywhere.

Mustafa to any normal Singaporean won't be a place that will cross your mind to find a 'friend'. interestingly, God choose to put me there and i made some friendship with our non native that came here to find their gold pot. adapting to their cultural habitual and a whole new working environment, i think i am doing fine so far. :)

i am thankful for the China girl that help me out a lot when i am not around, i communicate with her the most is most probably because we share the same race. i am thankful for all the other mustafa staff who helped me out a lot too. most of the senior staff there are pretty much a 'joker'. they always came round my counter and crank some jokes, sometimes i might i miss the joke but i will just laugh along. oh well, they make the time i had in mustafa pass more jovially.

friends that i made in school are the ones that make up the memories i had in RP. very important. friends are very important to me. isn't friends the greatest gift God have bless us?

Circumstances

can't help it but to feel a little poor thing for my niece as i watched her teared and keep calling " i want daddy mummy" in my mothers' arm when my sister and brother-in-law depart.

dinner time for my niece is always a torturous thing for her and the feeder (basically my mum, younger sis & i). she don't like to eat, she will whine and throw tantrum and usually she can take up to 3hours to finish her food. however when her father is around to feed her, she eat so willingly almost unbelievable.

i am not a mother yet, but i am one of the sub care taker of my niece. i can almost feel how it is like being in the motherhood, taking care and raising up a child. ptffffff. first thing, patient is really a NEED. at times their nonsense cry is so bad that make my head split. since i am only a Sub care taker i don't hold most of her responsibility. whenever she make a din and drive me headache i'll hid in my room, shut my door and blast music.

MUAHAHHAHAAHAH. can't blame me, i am selfish like that.


 i need my own 'escape'. in a generic way.



school is starting and yes, a new term. at this point i don't wish to continue onward, because school is basically....... yaaa

the end
bye.
abrupt end.