Just today, I had to spend my entire day working on the video for the farewell assembly this Friday. Thought it would take 4 hours max. Thought wrong: it took me 10. And it's not even finished yet.
iCOMP is definitely the most taxing CCA you can get, especially in the Exco. Every school event that pops up on the calendar, and we're set another deadline. Filming, editing, website-making and maintaining, producing, directing and going for competitions. On top of that, we're still burdened with the task of trying to get our entire club involved. Plus hoping that we don't mar the club's repute too much. For all that, we don't get much credit or recognition. All you see of us are perhaps 3 seconds of our names being flashed on the screen. The next time you see a great video production, do spare a moment or half thinking of the people that slaved behind the computer for countless days just for you.
Enough bitching, timT.
Went home with the usual 55 gang. On the way home, while news reports of the recent N.Tests that N.Korea (note similar iNitial) flashed on the screen, our conversation drifted into the throes of BGRs and the like. Interesting, to say the least. I found out then how confusing JC life can be for the average homonally-charged teen that most of us are, and strangely, a parallel between that and diplomacy.
The nuclear issue, in North Korea's aspect (as well as US & USSR), seems to me as a race to prove their significance in the globe. Just to show, "Hey, I've got nuclear now. I'm somebody." Okay, maybe I'm just a fool in saying this things. But sometimes, as was mentioned in our onboard conversation, such stupidity does exist. In the end, who loses out? Everyone.
The same's in our JC life, particularly in the sacrosanct area of the BGR. (Not going into homosex.) What do people in our age threshold get into BGRs for? They might say, "Love."
Well, they're deluded. For the most part, that is.
True love is a rarity, and chancing upon THE ONE this early in life is hardly probable. Particularly in our beauty-orientated, sex-marketing society of today. What we perceive in a person, is their looks. A person who is lucky enough to be good-looking gets social acclaim, regardless of whatever their obvious flaws. And the flipside: without looks, you are nothing.
That's why so many people vy to go for superficial plastic surgeries, enhancements, extravagance in accessories and whatnot. Those that do so, having their newfound beauty, believe that they will now live happy and successful lives.
Such is the deluded.
What constitutes happiness? If superficial beauty is your answer, think harder. True, beautiful people get more attention. True, people fantasize themselves having good-looking partners, and if one of such people happens to be within reach, they begin to lust for IT. But...then what? True love is found? Hardly. Beauty fades with age, and a freak accident, a sudden invasion of pimples, a loss in complexion, or something else snatches it away. Then what happens? Will the same person, being primarily attracted to beauty, still feel the same attraction to the other?
Beauty, superficial, is a ghost. After living with their object of affection for some time, true colours begins to show beneath the facade of looks. The girl with that angelic face could very well be a monster inside. That guy with the broad strong shoulders, firm six-pack, masculine ruggedness and chiseled looks? He's a player. Reality abodes in stark difference from fantasy. That's why true love, many say, is never found by many.
Beauty also, ironically, corrupts. Why do the most glamorous and the best-looking tend to lead less-than-perfect lives? (Less-than-perfect implying failed relationships, drugs or promscuious sex) The fault lies in their own beauty. Like money, it invariably corrupts, giving them a feeling of power. It is that sense of power that leads to this outcome. As they say, the beautiful goes for the beautiful. And you already know what follows.
But saying so, it's so hard for us to ignore our instinct to tunnel-focus on the most glamorous. Nature, it seems, made it so. Hence, many young people today rush into relationships so early in life, chasing an illusion that seems so vivid, so real. And the divorce rates skyrocket.
I'm not saying this because of any personal vendetta. Or maybe I am; you can't tell lies from the truth in this corrupt wasteland we exist in. Nor am I saying this against anyone who already has, thankfully, found their significant other that they can truly care about. But for the rest of us, the next time you think of chasing that pretty nymphet or that dashing prince, think twice.
