This semester I took a liberal arts subject "Introduction to Short Stories". It is the only non-technical subject in my course of study this semester. It was fun studying it.
Just recently we studied "The Ransom of Red Chief" by O. Henry. This story is about irony mostly. But this is not what I wanted to highlight today. It is about philoprogenitoveness, the longest word in the story.
Wow. This must be the longest English word you have seen right? If you can't find it in the dictionary, please look under 'philoprogenitive'. It basically means the love of parent for their children.
My parents protrays philoprogenitiveness. They love me a lot. But I guess I did not love them enough. Recently, there is a small havoc happening in my house. Mostly because I wasn't doing what a student supposed to do. Well, it is not that I did not study, but I guess it wasn't enough.
I am studying a very technical subject in TAR College now, currently in my final year, namely Microelectronics. But I am not only JUST a technical person. I enjoy performing arts as well, currently in Kwang Tong Dance Troupe learning modern contemporary.
My dad recently did not, well for a long time, believe that I am studying, especially after my industrial training. But seriously, my industrial training was not five-star. Perhaps two-star, or even one. The company I joined did not motivate me to study, but worse, it has promoted the degree of lackadaisical in me.
To be honest, I have been blur in this semester I am taking for at least 7 weeks. Blindly going to and fro from college until mid-semester test came upon. Was I motivated to study? Mmm, maybe a little. I wasn't shocked when I got my first mid-term test result. I failed. I even got a lower mark then the worst in my class. What is happening to me?
Dancing is part of art. Maybe not as grand as architecture (mind you, architecture is the mother of art), but still it is a form of art. Why I like it so much? It is because it satisfies me quickly.
Since human is hedonistic, erm, maybe too stereotyping. Uh-hem. Since I am hedonistic, I love dance a lot. I tends to persue pleasure, be it food or games or whatever it is.
For the sake of my dance, I sacrificed my Sunday morning, which I have always slept through since young, to attend the class.
But things has changed. Hopefully to the better.
