The Printer

Okay. I’m just about ready to throw the printer at the wall. Its an Epson R310 inkjet. Don’t buy Epson. Ever. Its horrible. This is my third Epson printer to have issues.

The first one decided one day to just print out pages after pages of cryptographic wingdings for the rest of its existence. The second and third ones decided to enhance all the printouts by adding stripes of the precise chromatic opposite color all over the place.

So my IHS project has the appearance of a terribly amateur print work.

Time to get a color laser. That is not Epson.

Oh, and did I mention I also ran out of paper? Meaning I can’t prepare anything at all for next week’s 1st International Festival of Biotechnology in India. I am leaving Singapore Sunday 10 am.

Great. Just great. Snapping under the stress of preparing for an overseas competition, with less than a weeks rest after A* NSC, trying to finish all my projects before I leave, and the printer breaks down, and I run out of paper.

And then Ms Ho comes chasing me for a commentary which I wasn’t even in class to write.

What an absolute disaster. I shall place this series of unfortunate events away from the portion of my mind that demarcates my consciousness.

I was out of class for most of the day preparing for IFB India, but I came back later because the lab technician had to go for lunch, and can’t trust us alone in the lab. So I was back in class for Language Arts A and PC lesson.

Both of which were rubbish. Waste my time. Better off preparing for IFB India in the library. Lang Arts A entailed Bose demonstrating one of her verbose and mundane ramblings about a subject matter which doesn’t exactly make sense to anyone.

PC entailed “someone” experiencing what is known as post-menstrual syndrome. Essentially screaming at everyone. Look. I freaking don’t care what happened with your year 4 class earlier on okay? (deduced from your conversation with Ms Ho) It speaks terribly of you as a teacher, leader and person if you take your anger out on other people.

I understand we are all human, we all get angry. We sometimes are curt and abrupt with other people, but today was a demonstration of utter lack of self-control. You are the last person I expected to act so unprofessionally.

I am disappointed.
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Some thoughts, more controversy. Again this isn’t meant to upset anyone, its just what I feel and you are more than welcome to disagree.

I don’t believe in the concepts of “country” and “race”, for all of us 6 billion people in the world are the same species. The DNA of any two people living today is at least 99% percent similar, a figure validated by numerous scientific studies. So then what is this big hullaballoo about our geographic territory or the way we look?

Okay. Granted the whole world can’t be one big happy family because there are a bunch of sick, twisted people, e.g. terrorists, extremists, communist leaders, etc.

Most of everyone in the world wants the same thing. Peace and happiness. So does it really matter which continent we live in? Why can’t we move forward together as a human race? Instead of individually country by country. Isn’t that rather selfish?

Isn’t it sad that this concept of geographical and racial divisions is preventing meaningful and purposeful discussion and dialogue on an international basis? Read the news to see what I mean.

I guess I am an idealist. A very naive idealist.

So I won’t fight for a country.

But I’ll fight for a cause.

I’m considering environmental or political activism. Maybe I’ll join Greenpeace. Or Reporters Sans Frontiers.

Its where I might make the most difference.
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I’ll be out of class for about the whole day again preparing for IFB India. Sorry guys :(