It's anything but fun for 2007.

I mean, seriously.
This year, I can't even take a break with justifying with my conscious that what I'm doing will somehow, in the course of which, do some benefitting good to my O levels.
I end the day with that same haunting feeling that so much more could be done. And so much less time should I be spending watching that 2 hours of TV or that average 15mins that I spend blogging.
If this is a sign that I'm going bonkers, I tell you, it's one hell of an evident one.
Marcus would be leaving 4A with effect from yesterday and will be heading to 4H. Poor guy. He's fun to be out with, albeit sometimes a little annoying and he can make you feel rather jealous as well.
Yeah. Really jealous.
But, never mind that.
Being friends with him for 3 running years already, I must say that I will somehow miss him. If this sounds gay to you, I can only say that you are immature. I shan't dwell further in this cause it's impossible to change some of the stuck up ideas that some of you have in that thing you call a "brain".
Anyway, common sense will tell you that I knew Marcus since Sec1. Upon his request, I asked Miss Neo to switch his seat with Timothy's - who's another guy from gmps- and if my memory proves to be correct, I started being a little less of a nerd from then onwards.
Sec1 ended with me finishing ok. I could do very much better.
Sec2 was a little of a roller coaster. There was the annoying IPW, more science facts to memorize, more geography notes to digest and more Social Studies notes to face each night I go home. But it was fun.
Marcus was becoming to more of a poser and I was, unknowingly, beginning to take more notice in my attire and my dresscode.
Sec 3 was tiring. He lost a hell lot of weight - like that Alan Luo dude- and had mutiple partners. No physical contact he says and I think so too. I was left out single. There was now even more facts and I took around 3-4 months to adjust to the sudden increase in the number of subjects that I had to cope with. 8 subjects to die conquering. Then there was that uneventful love thing which I truly hope never happens again. Then there was the pep talk with KhooYE. Sec 3 ended and I was finally granted the 8 hours of sleep I should be getting after SA2.
Sec 4, the present year, is still rather bleak. I sit at the back-this is just a comment and has nothing to do with it. I scratch my head at new facts and new mathematical principles. I cuss more and dislike talking to a few of the classmates which some say, is bad for social behaviour.
Then, Marcus had to change class.
Sigh. Now, the last beacon of destress is gone.
No. Sittichai is more annyoing and disturbing than be consider pure relaxation.
Jose is just a pain in the ass and Xue Ian is a sore eye to me.
I'm being frank, blunt and open.
Sec 4 is going to be a hell lot more boring and vexing and trying and depressing.

Anyway, these are the 5 things that bugged me when I was little.
1) Acrophobia. I wouldn't dare to look down from the 10 floor of my nanny's flat. Up till today, when I am climbing, I still have no guts to look down. Hey. We humans are after all terrestial creatures; We only feel safe with our 2 feet fixed on the ground.

2)I often mistook things for otherwise. There are really embarrassing moments which I'm not going to narrate and I mean embarassing. I'll give you a lame example.
There was this grasshopper that I had. Then one day, it died and went to the after-life realm. Up or down, I don't know. Then one day, I saw another green bug. Since it arched its legs like the grasshopper I had, I, naturally so, presumed that it indeed was a grasshopper. But no.
It was a preying mantis and lo and behold. I had a wicked time trying to persuade it that my index finger wasn't a big fat twig.

3)You know how to tell the whether or not a cab is hired when it's at night right? I didn't when I was little. I asked my mum and she said to look out for the light. But dumb I was she didn't tell me which light was it. The answer was of course the lights on the rooftop. But I was short. A midget. So I thought that she was refering to those big bright eyes the Toyota Corolla (It was the Corolla then) had. Those were the headlights. I only realized that I was doing something really wrong when I was in P2. I'm slow.

4)I thought my dad had 2 jobs. One was his real one and the other the reel one. It somehow amazes me how he was able to "predict" which actor was going to get ran over by a truck or which one is going to be murdered.
I didn't know there was such a thing as a synopsis in the magazines.

5)I thought Dragonball was a type of medicine. Ok, that's lame. I shan't dwell in it.


Marcus, ya, it will be trying with one important soul leaving 4A. The class' really dead. Their sense of humour is pathetic and they form "organizations"- as good as some lame gang- and target the soloists. They deem those who dress up as posers and no-gooders and guard their seats like a pig to its rojak. They don't know friendship. Oh ya. It wasn't taught in textbooks. How could I forget that. Sigh