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Last week in hall..
Tuesday, August 15, 2006

The whole day was spent talking cock.. i went up to Ernest's room in the afternoon to borrow Dynamo and in the end spent time talking to him all the way till had to prepare for initiation.. After initiation was talking to block comm about freshies and elections.. then popped by Adrian's and had heated arguments about SWOC and ended off with playing the Island game... all the way till now.

That's the way hall life should be like. Play and tok cock. Zilch.

Oh well.. in the midst of changing hall cultures and implementing new structures.. traditions have to be compromised. This topic is something I'm constantly embroiled in.. partly as a concerned senior in Sheares hall.. partly as a person with so many ideas and want to do something but just can't do anything but share them and hopefully someone accepts them coz I won't be around anymore.

As I always like to share a story that my S3 told me once.. a story that I always remember not only because it makes sense.. it's very apt to the world around us..
There was once a red Indian chief that gave a talk to his tribe. Just so happens that there was a cat that kept on wailing and making a lot of noise nearby interrupting his speech. So he told his henchmen to tie the cat up the tree and make sure it doesn't make anymore noise.
The next year when the new Indian chief stepped up, he ordered his henchmen to catch a cat and tie it up the tree in the same way. When asked why, he simply said it's a tradition coz the last chief did so.

Point is, traditions are nothing without reason behind it.
As time goes by, reasons behind traditional practices are lost. Either find back the reason, or scrap the useless tradition.
It takes a lot of guts to do that though.. coz you'll be condemmed by the rest of the previous batches.

But I guess some of the seniors are too rigid to accept that.
Boys and girls, step back and watch the tides change. The world is evolving and so should we.

Signed off at
4:19 am


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