Reality - Can't We Wake Up to It?

To all readers who have perked interest in my honest reflections, I appreciate your support in taking your time to read, to lend your eyes to an average schoolboy's words and silent feelings.

To those who have read Lord of the Flies (superbly interesting book by the way), an ever recurring theme is that of appearances versus reality, the difference between knowing and doing the right choice. Having said that, isn't it ironic that we people , despite having spent decades looking for that self-righteousness and preaching the need for clear judgement, often rush about like agitated ants, oblivious to the actual surroundings and values that come with each lesson?

As a schoolboy, I often felt that anarchy and chaos would always plague any school, for rules always have people seeking to challenge them. And put a bunch of intelligent and hot-headed youngsters together, and you get an eyeful of rowdy movement, a earful of shouting voices and sometimes even a noseful of sweat from bodies wet after soccer practice. Ah well, who am I to criticise my fellow teenagers or schoolmates, to force my sense of morals among them? Thy flame in my heart is strong, but smothering this light of direction are countless wet blankets thrown by people who simply a: dont care as long as it doesn't affect them, b: know yet participate in the "fun", c: find sick amusement in threatening the harmony for their entertainment.

Surely, surely, after countless reminders, scoldings, and pleas, cant we wake up from the illusion that anarchy equals fun? Can't we see that such perverse actions of name-calling, slang spouting and childish actions are not amusing at all? Are we really so devoid of empathy for others that we only serve to wreak havoc for our amusment? Are we really so bored that we use such meaningless actions for some chaotic "entertainment"?

I wonder if there are people like me who are tired, yes, tired from all this mockery, who just which to concentrate in peace and wish for a united team. As I wish to say, I believe we have a flame of resolution, but it is blocked by our darkness of cruelty and sick humour. To us, a famiglia, I wish for change to happen, and I will provide that change. I'm past worrying whether others would snub me, for in my heart I know that unless they refuse to change, they are just shallow and empty people. So as Sawada Tsunayoshi (from REBORN!) declared, "I will stop all chaos with my dying will of regret," I shall channel my regret of not salvaging the situation earlier into changing this class for the better.

A gentle plea: Isn't it time we learnt when to do the right thing, at the right time? Hoping for unity and peace soon.

Charge on,
Wei En (Sky Flame)

The First Spark

And finally, after 3 years of being introduced to blogging, 2 years of being wheedled by my sister and friends, and a whole lot of attempts to denounce my technological illiteracy, I have finally embraced the idea of blogging. Needless to say, part of this motivation came from the nature of the assignment, as well as the stress of maintaining the fire in my body.

Blogs are just like diaries, with the HUGE difference that you are sharing your thoughts and opinions with the entire cyberspace population compared to stashing them away from others. There is definitely an enticing thrill in being able to have that freedom to shout and scream what you think to the whole of cyberspace, and I do admit that we all feel some sort of great attachment to our blogging freedom and rights, for they are just like our second voice box.

And let's dive in to my first post, dedicated to the chaotic yet exciting 3O2 Famiglia (italian for family). We're so combustible like oxygen (hence O2 *ahem*) that the slightest, supposedly ordinary event like a joke, uniform faux pas and a name, yes, a name, is liable to send us all into fits of shouting, laughter and more ribbing. As our dear Supreme Commander a.k.a form teacher Mr Kong always states, "oxygen is much stronger because it has double bond", we may have our fun, but we will stand up for each other in times of need.

Though I do feel that part of me doesn't fit well with 3O2 - no doubt to the more serious and studious side of me, and sometimes I really feel like shaking my head thinking, "Cant I deserve a minute of peace?" what with all the barking (I mean that literally), squawking (I mean that literally) and meowing (yes, I mean that literally) going on. Hearing the class burst into random and erratic shouts of J**** and not to mention feeling the vibe to stop studying and play is so strong, I even bring my personal chicken essence and motivational quote book occasionally.

I've always wondered that if 3O2 had a system of government, it would be this...
Absolute President/Ruler (Mr Kong)
Advisory Committee (CMC)
Anarchist/Opposition groups (Mao Gang, Log Gang and Fung Family)
I love and hate the fact that the class is so erratic as it reminds me of the crazy side which I never had and also serves a reminder for me to drag this class from the edges of complete insanity sometimes.

However, I personally believe that every one of has a Dying Will Flame, a flame born out of our deepest fears and regrets, to motivate us on. It is my choice and purpose, and I wholeheartedly accept that, to try and show a more serious and sensible side to the class and spur on the class to have the drive we lack in our weaker subjects. I almost lost my flame in secondary 2, but now that I'm here, I will ensure that this flame goes on forever, and I will try my best to light the way for others. For after all, all it takes is just one spark. 3O2 Famiglia, once a part, never apart.