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Tuesday, June 12


Krass
I've been thinking, and it really does seem as though the world is sinking into greater and greater depths. The greatest indicator, of course, being the surge in the number of kids who spell "me" as "mwiie", and think that photos should solely consist of them, their wide eyes, and captions informing us that it's them. (Or, "mwiie", in this case.) That, along with the fact that terror is now not so much a noun as actual acts of killing and explosions.

Yes yes, I know I've torn the poor misguided darlings apart many times over, but I do admit that they are one of my greatest indulgences. Amidst the ghastly language (and let's not even go into the pictures) is my never-failing source of humour. Call me an evil witch, but euu make mwiie laff, euu do.

Okay but jokes aside, according to my calculations, there must be at least 42665 (average no. of Sec1-3 students/sch x no. of relatively Chinese-speaking schs) of these teenagers in Singapore, and I certainly do not relish the thought of them becoming the future pillars of Singapore's economy, or whatever the government wants to call them. As far as I can tell, the effects have already started to manifest themselves, because for example, there's a shop in Far East Plaza called Fra East - which is, among other things, completely ridiculous.

And apart from the occasional fashion disaster of a combination of Pink, punk, goth and Fra East (which I assume most will grow out of soon), the issue of most concern to me is therefore one which is impossible to grow out of, and that is the lack of a proper command of the English language. This may come across as being a tad condescending, but with good reason, because China can only deal with so many people, even in the long run.

So as contempt gives way to something that more or less resembles concern, I really hope something gives, before the pillars of society do.


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