Life is always unfair. Always.

Quote of the day: People living deeply have no fear of death.
-Anais Nin
Lemme do a time check first...so it's 11.30p.m. and -thank god-it's Friday. I'm in my parent's bedroom-my dad is overseas-because my room doesn't have a TV. The air con is on in a comfortable 22 degrees, I'm half watching MTV-now showing Kanye West's Stronger-and half searching for some good applications to download on my iPod and trying to sip the cold 100 plus in my hands. (100 plus at 11.20p.m. at night. Yes, I'm nuts.) I'm living the life. So you think. Just around an hour ago, I was stuck in a humid, hot room, with Maths worksheets spilled over the tabletops and my tuition teacher beside me, rattling away about numbers and ratios and decimals. I started my tuition at 8p.m., it was subjected to be at 10a.m. tomorrow morning--which I'm pretty happy about, since I sleep about 9a.m. before I wake up and the TV's showing some pretty cool shows--on a Saturday, which I'm totally cool about, since it's till 12p.m. and I can come home, take a bath and do my school homework. But then my tuition teacher called. She has some family problems that she need to handle the following day, which translates into "Can you come now?". Fine, I'll go. But that means I will have to give up the 7p.m. show on OKTO for this and Kateyko Hitman Reborn too! (I'm a weird person, if the show is already started before I watched it, I won't finish watching the program. I must watch the complete show. I'll just wait for a replay. I know, I'm weird.) So I did go to her house, which was, rather unfortunate for me, next to mine. She's my neighbour. So much for luck. Went there, had grueling tuition for 2 and a half hours. You can guess what happened when I reach home. So anyway, the reason for the title is mainly 2 things. 1) The MOE has already said that the P1s and P2s (6 and 7 years olds) won't have to take the examination. My responses: COME ON?!! What about us? Did it ever occur to them that we were once that age and we did take that exam? What about the hours of cramming the books over our heads and knocking ourselves to keep awake? I had my BEST results in my P1 and P2 period and now... 2)I was on my bus the other day and I saw this P3-about 8 or 9 years old-holding onto a N97. Nokia N97. Come on. My phone is a what? a grandfather compared to that phone. And she is so much younger then me. I suddenly came to a realization that parents these days dote their children so much, they pamper them so much, they become complete spoilt brats. No independence at all. I don't had a PSP, a XBOX 360, or whatever fancy gadgets except for my iPod. And I waited for 2 years just to get it. They, just one whimpering, one teardrop and their parents would be ushering them to the gadgets. I always carried my own bag, I never whimpered for a toy and I was always very independent. At least I know some basic life skills to keep myself alive if my parents are out or no one's home for a long period. I can cook simple stuff. Them? I'm translating this from a Chinese proverb: You eat the food that is presented to your mouth, you take the clothes that your parents give you. Get it? Everything is spoon-fed to them.
So parents, please, I have had painful experiences with younger ones once. (I don't want to talk about it. Let's just say: P1, Find Four, whimpering, crying...so on.) It seems now a days, the younger they are, the wilder they are. When we were P1, and that was not too long ago, the girl were all shy, quiet and kept to themselves. When we grow older, you get the idea. But this, the P1s and 2s and acting like us now.
STOP IT. PLEASE!