We're dead.

Seriously.

Now we'm typing on the computer at my home, but only reason that's happening (and we're not spending the night in school doing AEP) is coz (as normal) we've convinced Kind Sir Tan that we would be more productive at home. He dismissed us. At five. F*@&ing. Thirty.

We just got home.

Tired enough, we go get an oreo ice-blend. Sure, no harm done! Until the f*@&ing bus left the stop while we was watching on the overhead bridge. Chillax! Just wait for the next one! Another f*@&ing half an hour. Why half an hour? Take it to the government. And as always, the very moment we strain the last strength from our thigh muscles and squat so we can lay my bag on the floor (you all know how heavy it is), in the horizon. Thirteen! NO F*@&.

And Mr Tan, in his infinite wisdom, said we had to clear my AEP desk of stuff coz he wanted to clean it tomorrow. So tugging along two sling bags, seven A2 prep boards and an equally large sketchbook, we board the 12 bus from Kallang. we swear, it was so jerky, our bagstrap was horizontal for a few seconds, in all four directions, possibly within a five-second interval between each. Thanks uncle, for driving so smoothly for an exhausted, muscle-less sixteen-year old carrying a two tonne bag, and the other passang- we mean, sardines.

We have nothing against his personal self. We mean, he might be a loving father, starting a business et cetra et cetra, but its not funny, especially when you notice your glare is starting to burn through walls.

Then we observed the most annoying scene. Right in front of us, a young, note, YOUNG, Malay (methinks) "couple" were sitting at the reserved yellow seats. The plump guy was sleeping like a log, while his not-so-fiancée-to-be, eyes wide open, probably only had half her seat space for herself anyway.

Then as always, the old man gets on board.

Struggling with his plastic bags, he tugs at the bars as the bus driver nonchalantly jerks off (we know what you're thinking; take it in the literal, non-innuendoish sense), and goes right in front of the couple.

They budge not.

Then a fourty-four year old auntie sitting near the front gets off her seat, and offers it to him. He thanks her, and she smiles.

That young couple deserves not any seat. They are disgusting.

Our three core values: Respect, Justice, Pride. They violate all three, and dare call themselves a part of society.

Gah, forget it. we shant waste my words on these imbeciles. Now we have to draft a three minute presentation (due for tomorrow morning) on what we did for the past seven hours. (Six, because of a certain Chinese teacher.)

Ah well, ta ta.


(sorry Kuss!)

P.S. My brother's hospitalized for dengue on his birthday (today). Dam good birthday present ah. *grumble*

Azazyl

Stench of humanity,
The rot of those fair.
Despair!
Of lost sanity and
Dreams never there.