This thursday...Or Friday for the matter

If Marcus should be reading this, I can only say that I wish you luck when you come to school tomorrow. =)

Anyway, the ordeal of school life has already taken its toll on me. It has only been 2 days you know.
If you are scratching your head thinking why I'm blogging when I should be burying myself in the pile of dusty books, my reason is this. That is that I do not want to kill the writting bug that still resides in me. I don't want to gawk and stare with that retarded look on my face when I recieve the composition question paper and in the end, get a 11 out of 20. That is a bad mark.
So, to relief myself of the unnecessary and rather trying task of rekindling the flame of writing, I am trying to make it possible to log in at least 2 entries a week.
And for that matter, I'll be trying to write in perfect, if not, minimal Singaporean English-styled English. I dislike like the word lah popping up in my mind when I'm brain-storming. It somehows hastens the entire cycle.
Back to the main point. To be frank, I have nothing much to talk about really.
Oh ya, my seat now is all the way at the back. This is no doubt thanks to the many overly paranoid and selfish, I'm not talking about you De Wei(there's the question of height. Note that), people in this class. I think these are really the ones who are the so called "hypocrites".
Kheh Yang aside, I mean, do people like w* really need to have their seats in front? I mean, I'm blunt to say this, I'm damn short. I measure a mere 163cm. My cousin 4-5 years my junior is already at my shoulder.
And then. What about you? You people (note the word "People") have a major height advantage over me. Your brains are bigger than mine. Your memory capacity makes mine look non-exisitent. You digest information faster than a BMW can break to a halt. So, why on earth do you need to occupy almost all, half to be exact, of the front row?
I simply don't understand.
Then, there are those who are just trying to bask in the limelight or simply trying to get the teachers' attention.
4Aers' like Jos*, Xu* Ian, Su X*.
The second bugger in particular is about 180cm, or taller, and he is sitting in the middle. Smack in the middle. To be even more precise, he sticks out like a sun-burnt thumb.
You may be blaming me now as to why I haven't asked Varella or simply requested others to change seats with me.
You're so wrong. And right for that matter.
Right in the sense that I did in fact ask the socially-impaired, I'm no better, teacher for assistance but received "Just do whatever you see fit" reply. I've asked around and what reply did I get?
No prizes for the right guess.
This class' freaked out. I am not shy to say that the normal ones, including Julian, Yi Cong, Colin, De Wei, Zheng Hui, and the ones sitting at the back-you know who you are- are the ones who haven't lost a gear or switch or wire in their heads.
Maybe I should have came earlier. Or maybe that earlier 100 bus shouldn't have accelerated so fast when "it" saw a Marist approaching. Thus leaving the poor Marist having to inhale all the carbon monoxide and nitrogen dioxide the engine had to offer.
I think the paranoid nature of us can really make us snap. We tend to look everyone so darn seriously and overly so as well. If one was make to take life so hardly, SPAs and other basic human recreational activites such as even sitting in front of a computer and typing away is a Sin or crime or and offence that could make you hang by the noose for that matter.
I know the Os are tough and bitchy and deserve a kick in the ass. It's that important for it paves the way to our "future".
But.
Do we have to be so uptight for that matter?
Oh ya, I just found out that the British spelling for the word curb, which is American, should be kerb.
Kerb.