Literature

Was doing my english essays, but I kinda gave up due to its complexity. However, whilst doing all these analytical work, a voice sang into my head guided to look at something which i believe is missing in the modern society. Each artwork, literature piece, music piece, blah blah has its own movement. Just naming a few:
-1984 is a product of the postmodernist movement- people saw the futility in life where struggles are pointless in preventing another war which explains his conclusion to Winston's defeat in "He loved Big Brother"
-Metropolis is a product of German Expressionism whose purpose is to reflect on Fritz Lang's personal concerns about his life.
-Perfume, a beautiful crime fiction, is a text that resulted in a new genre Crime Fiction
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Back to the point, what is the movement of today? There isn't really one.
Why?
Because today, education teaches us critical thinking, which is only useful in revising the past and steal good aspects of the past. Critical thinking is the assessment of what is good and the adaption of every goodness, and mold it into the current society. Now, this may seem ironic, education teaches to think individually, but at the very same time what we learn is for the construction of a perfect society, aspiring in an utopia where everyone is the same. As a result, we lack creativity. Modern art are not creative, but it is more of a cauldron of every other movement in the world.

What I want to say is SOMEONE ARISE FROM THE DEBRIS OF MODERNITY AND SHOW US SOMETHING NEW.


Laters, Im going back to essay writing.

Toilet Dilemma

Well what is a first world problem today?
Kids who dont know how to use the toilets effectively.
Let me depict the situation of toilets at Homebush Boys High School, during class and early lunch, the deputy decides for bizarre reasons to lock up the main toilet and only allow people to use the "YEAR 7 ONLY" toilets, rotted with urine and faeces like every other toilet. Well, that is the amount of trust teachers have to students, fearing that people will smoke inside the toilets but honestly, what desperate cunt is going to smoke at a place that is stenched with piss.
That isn't really the main issue, the main problem is that we get massive lines that could be avoided. People misuse the gutter for piss( by the way, this only guys  toilet, from what i have witnessed chick's toilet are more like private home toilets). Misuse is not quite the right word, its more like they are too reluctant to use the gutters, thinking that other people will judge their penises. Well, I am aware that we get sneaky fuckers who peek on others, but I don't think that is valid for the long lines.
I'll explain to you.  Each of the gutter is made to fit at least 4 people at once. If people were to be tolerant enough and use the gutters, there would be less traffic and less complaints. In the end you are using a toilet that isn't your own, why are you expecting it to be clean.

Names

People are given names, but there are always a more suitable name for the person. I decided to give a name for some of the people i know, or people I am fairly close to. There are based upon instincts and expectation and how I feel about them, in the end there is no need to justify why something feels right. I will give people a name which isn't really Asian.
I'll begin with my self:
Elton Cheng- Dmitri Urasi
Dion Lin- Jackson Prospect
David Sun- Sammy Lawson
Yiwen Sun- Anne Vronska
Angela Ryu- Vicky Monte
Qisthy Kodarusman- Irene Opacili
Simon Cho- Jess McCarthy
Alex Hwang- Ronster Jules
Vince Lam- Adolf Blues
Adrian Tang- Simone Petty
Yelin Chen- Veronica Ratcon
Melissa Zhang- Emma Con
Monique Lam- Kitty Prom
Lucy Qiu- Teressa Matterson
Rachel Wong- Selena Hoff
Allan Lai- Nicholas Bradbury
William Phan- Andrew Jekyll
Lily Lu- Coco Sharpe
Jade Pham- Emily Rouche
David Kim- Jack Michelson
Paul Kim- Wolfgang Moss
Jonathan Zhu- Matt Crosby
Jonathan Wong See- Antonio Imp
James Fu- Joseph Ruby

Just saying- these names only have minor connection with who you are. There isn't really appoint to decipher what I am trying to say about you, because it is arbitrary.

Decisions

Making decisions would be the hardest part of life. People don't want to take risks, people out there want to ensure all the possibility are within their reach. That is physically impossible. I say physically, because psychologically anything can happen. But what is the point in lying within your security? Life is not being safe and perfect all the time. It is more about scavenging the good aspects of life through the debris of sadness and depression. Life is about the process, not the outcome. It is about being enlightened from nothingness, not about having everything without anything to aspire to. It is alright to make the wrong decisions, they are just mistakes which people can fix one day. I quote to you Oscar Wilde "Experience is just another name for mistakes", it is only with mistakes people learn. 

SO START TAKING CHANCES.

Human

What defines a human? Is it our heart that is willing to share and sympathesise with others? Is it our brains where we are able to learn and synthesis to make good judgments? Is it our hands where we are able to reach for others when they are needing assistance? Is it our eyes which allow use to see and questions what is wrong with this world? Is it our chest which allows us to accept the worst thing life throws at us?
I just think that everyone is lacking these days. If that was an elimination dance checklist, then don't you find that you'll never find a partner which fits this criteria? People are getting more and more selfish, detracting away from it means to be human. But is it because of technology? Wouldn't technology just be an excuse? Well, I wouldn't be the judge of that. Just let someone from the future criticise the present, just like how we are commenting on the past. What is the point- commenting on the past when we can't deal with the present?

Letter

To whom this is concerned,

Not gonna name names but most people get the general idea about who I am talking about. I just want to say that I'm angry about anything. I just want to say good luck in a way.Also want to thanks, I also come to a conclusion about it. You went for it first, I am sorta glad that you left my hands clean.

I never really wanted my feelings get into our friendship. But then things didn't come out that way, did it? I guess I was a little naive, or maybe too naive. I still don't understand how things turn out this way, but I have no intentions to dig into it. Past is the past, for none of it really last. Frost said "memories grow dim overnight", I came to accept that saying, or was there never memories in the first place? I'll just say thanks and good luck. I am not going to resent. I will go away and keep moving.

Good luck with studies, do well in HSC. I'll not disturb you.

Sincerely,
Elton

Chapter 1

The neon green "EXIT"blinked as people stepped into the room. It was dark, somehow darkness worked well with the great number of people in here. The raucous background music set the mood for the club, there were intolerable screams and orgasms from the deserted corner. The music failed to conceal it, but then, no one really seemed to mind it.

I sat upon a tall stool, unattended. Ryan called me out, promising to have a drink, but I was dumped in the corner. Yes, alone. The bar-tender was busy having his own conversation with a fair lady sitting 3 seats to my left. Fucking dickheads, they must be well on their way to number for the night. I sat there, juggling the ice cubes in my glass.

"It sure is hot in here," a voice squeaked from behind.

I turned to look at her. She was tightly dressed and under the flickering lights, she looked demonic to a certain degree. I ran my eyes from her legs to her face. By the ruling of the society, she was classed as those "doable hotties", people would want to have a taste of her, but with zero intention in knowing them at a personal or business level. She wore a cherry red lipstick, thickly mascaraed.

I nodded.

She shuffled her ass and pulled a stool next to me. I got a clearer view of her. There was something about her which was unsettling. She was voluptuous in nature, but demonic. It must had been something about how her eyebrows curled in a parabolic arc and faded to a sharp line. It was beautiful, but there was something evil in it. Her mole situated right on top of the left side of her lip.

I slip away slightly. She wouldn't have notice it. I just needed some breathing space.

"So how do you do?" she smiled, her tongue twisted as she said it.

"Just nogging"

"Nogging? That is a cute way if saying drinking."

I glared at her. She had quite an irritating tone in her voice. It was as though she was hissing into my ears, luring me in.

"You feel uncomfortable?"

I stiffened and blushed. "Yeah."

"You're cute. I'm cute too."

"The Big Sleep?" I enquired.

"The Big Sleep? What do you mean?" she swung her head in disbelief.

"What you said came from the book called The Big Sleep. Raymond Chandler." Eventually, I came to the other possible meaning in my reply. I must have sounded extremely stupid, in the end, sexual affinity was not a talent that I was gifted.

Silence intruded between us for quite some time. She watched me taking sips of my whisky. I asked the bartender for some more ice cubes, I played with them.

"Why are you such a depressive?"

"Cause I can?" She should just go away.

"It's heaps manly. I like it."

Fuck sakes. There was an impeding force that existed between us, and every second of it was uneasy. A bleating sound up-roared from the background. I turned around to look.

She tapped on my shoulder. "Hey, promise me you will be here again tomorrow night." She dashed out of the room before I could reply.

From there, I had a collection of events without any specific order:
- the smashing of broken glass, clashing
- the thumping bass which was out of sync with the tremble
- shouting and screaming of the people
- the siren of ambulance and police