London Olympics

I must say the Olympics is really cool. It's a time where everyone gets patriotic and passionately support their own nation in the various sporting events. It's a time where athletes all round the world compete with the very best.

Most of them are the very best, anyway. I was looking at the profiles of the team Singapore athletes, and two people caught my eye. One was Helena Wong, Female 53kg, Weightlifter, and Lim Heem Wei, Artistic Gymnast. I really couldn't understand why Singapore sent a weightlifter. Okay fine weightlifting might not require that many years to perfect (There's not much of a routine to it), and all you need is a strong body. This athlete has only been training for 2 years, somehow made it to the Olympics, and her performance was expected. I really hope the gymnast does well though. She trained for 15 years and after many injuries, finally made it to the Olympics.

After injuring myself a few times during Wushu, I've been made to stop my broadsword weapon. It just shows how less perseverance and concentration I have (wow). I hate training for something for a year and then starting things all over again. After holding onto some champion's spear, I feel a bit more motivated, and it's that funny energy.

I really messed up my wushu competition this year. I kept looking back and thinking, that was the worse routine I ever did.

I don't think I even make sense now. I should stop.

People

So recently is this ongoing kindness movement in school, Friends of Singa, and I'm part of the team in charge of this. We put up boards at different places of the school, in hope that students will write thing there actually pertaining to empathy, this year's theme. 3 school days without supervision and it came to my horror that 3 boards are missing (well it is our fault for not monitoring it daily and sticking it up when it fell), and we have all, and I mean all, boards disfigured somewhere.

Things don't always go out the way we expect it to be, but I guess that's just life. We planned for a place to hang it up after the boards are full, but I doubt we can do this now. Am I disappointed with the students? Pretty much. Ponies, dragons, cookies, writing over other people's words... Seriously? It's not something I expect out of 13-15 years old individuals, but maybe it's just the overly high expectations. After spending a few weeks analysing Barry Schwartz's Paradox of Choice, the key to happiness is low expectations. Maybe even giving so much trust into people wasn't a good idea. I don't know. Time will tell.

Then I thought, the Student Council will also face such situations. Oh well. It's time to brave myself.

"Everything was better, back when everything was worse. - Barry Schwartz"

Well here's another type of people I met along the way. Small children. Their warm, genuine smiles and innocent faces who have yet to step into the cold, crude reality life is. Just watching them run around with their squeaky shoes, scolding each other for tiny things and watching them fall and get back up again... Just makes me smile. And I thought, where have my childhood went?

And now adults. I would say this person is more carefree than anyone else. It's his birthday today and I actually forgot it (wow). Birthdays aren't that important to me anyway, and buying your own birthday cake just seems more depressing. Well... Whichever perspective you look at society from, it just is depressing.

Is life fair?

Basically, those who have the good life, thinks life is fair. Those who have the bad life, thinks life is unfair. That's the thing about opinion. Anyway I think there's fairness in unfairness. No matter how unfair things are, there's always someone who's having it worse than you, and some moment later, he will have it better than you. Come to think of it, I don't know if I really do make sense. I usually do these thoughts in my head.

Death is inevitable, it's just how early, or late, it is. I think I overstayed here. I rather not spend the rest of my life doing the same things, or being stressed. What's the use in stressing ourselves? I used to think happiness is never important, but maybe, I'm gradually changing that mindset. Sigh... I've changed so much.

First Post

Well before starting off I'm going to laugh a bit. When I typed in the title, Rasputin, Russo-Japanese war and other things came out haha.

I wonder why I created a blog in the first place. You could say I was inspired by reading other people's blogs, and the character limit on Twitter is getting on my nerves. 

I don't promise I'll update regularly, but I'll try. I don't really care if other people don't read it, I just hope it'll be a pass time for me to blog about things that are constantly on my mind.