been more than 2 weeks since i last blogged. must have been due to school i guess, or just the laziness to express feelings faster thought out in the mind than typed out on a keyboard. the effects of my chem teacher leaving the school have started wearing off now, as i move into the phase of being used to another chem teacher's style of teaching.

over the course of these 2 weeks, i have come to realise the true personality of a single person, through observation and interaction. chem pracs and one bio prac are enough to prove this. i shan't mention the name, but go figure anyway. what makes the person unlikeable in my eyes? pettiness that stretches further than the memory can reach, to the point that i get irritated. it is not so much of the pettiness being directed at me, in fact it ain't at all, but how this person treats another person simply disgusts me. if the pettiness over things stretches over one or two weeks it is still ok i guess, but not if it has been going on for more than 6 months? the constant hints that are rather audiable issuing from the person really does hurt the other person. words can be like daggers, stabbing far deeper than a physical wound. what makes a friend a friend? this is a negative example.

but what makes a friend, a friend? is it the daily interactions with a person over a period of time that form friendships? not so nowadays i guess. can end up being friends people i hardly talk to in a day, or else do not talk to altogether for days on end. heck, i am even friends with someone i have known for 3 years over but never had the chance to meet in the flesh yet. what makes a friend? are we friends only due to circumstance? or did we start becoming friends due to circumstance, but still remain friends because we share a common view towards what a friend is? perhaps it was all planned out in the beginning, as to what friends i will have in life, at what times and places i will first encounter them etc, just as how it seems more than coincidental according to Seah that i am fated to miss people.

my view of what a friend is? actually my demands are quite high. if i ever befriend a good weather friend, i wish that i will come to my senses faster. all good weather people can clear out of my life. what do i expect of a friend? not undying love and support, but a certain degree of loyalty to his/her friends, sadly lacking in the person mentioned earlier on regarding practicals. another demand, that of conscience and morals. in this sad present society, i really do hope such people still exist, though they are a dying breed. sadness: the lack of anyone ever singing the national anthem, and even the modification of the anthem on april fool's day yesterday just for laughs; the ignorance displayed by singaporeans on the streets is appalling. from thinking that a simple packet of tissue can be the universal sign of the extension of one's body to occupy a seat or table, to standing at the start of the escalator and then ponder whether to go up the escalator or not, either oblivious to the people waiting to go up or just needing to cause others inconvenience for whatever reasons. the best case recently was at the mrt station yesterday in the evening. one of the two ticket machines was spoiled, so everyone had to wait to use the other one. this bright chap was busy trying to insert money into the machine in the form of notes
for about..... 10minutes. his 50 dollar bills got repeatedly rejected by the machine, what ever side he flipped it to but still he refused to see that fact, continuing to feed the machine with the same note vomited out repeatedly. finally he switched to inserting 10 dollar bills into the machine, one note by one note. one 10 dollar note per transaction, repeated a few times. i am positive he could feel the many pairs of eyes staring at the back of his head. how did i get to use the machine? only because the other spoilt machine was already fixed by the technician and so i could go use it. what makes a country? not the country in geographical sense, but the people. rotten people, u get a rotten country