Bullshit.

What the fuck is this fucking crap of a crap!?

So I got good grades when the first POA teacher was teaching me.

So I got fucking fucked up grades when the fucking second teacher came. And no, I can't fucking understand a fucking word she is fucking saying and I failed my fucking tests.

Yes, study on my own. It's just a few fucking months into the first fucking year I am studying for the fucking subject. How the fuck am I supposed to fucking study on my fucking self without a firm hold of the fucking basics of the fucking subject?

No one is fucking blaming the fucking fucked up teacher. My parents say I cannot blame the fucking fucked up teacher. I respect them. I don't blame her. I blame myself.

Then this fucking year, the fucking second month, I can't fucking catch up with the subject, I fucking gave up. Hope is lost.

No. The current teacher called my parents and talked to them. Yes. They are now asking what am I planning to do if I drop the fucking fucked up subject.

No. They are also rubbing it in. The fact that I fucking got transferred to a fucking normal academic class.

Wonderful form teacher I had in Secondary 2. One who looks at people with her fucking filthy nostrils.

Wonderful principal who doesn't give a fucking pint of a trust to her students. All she does is listen to her teachers like a fucking dumbfuck. Turning down my appeal just like that.

It's just dropping one fucking subject where I don't stand a fucking ghost of a fucking chance to fucking pass. And he says it to my parents like it's the fucking end of the fucking world.

And now my mother is giving me the fucking fucked up "I look down on you" look. Yea I feel fucking great.

I don't fucking know how the fucking hell my parents get the idea that if I drop POA I am fucking left with 4 fucking subjects. I don't fucking get it. What did he fucking say? POA is my fucking 6th subject. Bullshit.

So they assumed that I am going to ITE last year. Seems like it's the same this year. Am I that useless in their eyes?

The end is nigh.


Pfft.

IT'S A TRAP!!

The most worthy thing to be blogged today is the incident where I and 11 others got stuck in an elevator for 30-40 minutes.

-What happened-

So we were at the 12th floor and we got on the lift. All 12 of us. Someone kept making us squeeze in, I forgot who.

The lift went down, 12, 11, 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3...

BOOM. The lift stopped.



We were stuck. And after a minute or 2, Jom was feeling unwell in the elevator. The picture below illustrates how he was like at that time.



Yes. As you can see from the picture the guy is not really suffering from Heartburn because his fist is not at the position of his heart. But it portrays Jom's actions quite accurately.

Ben and Gabriel was trying to pry the door open. But no. The door will not open. I somehow knew it. So I was like.



But anyway, good effort! Although I cannot really help as I am holding 2 oranges so that Jom can breathe using a plastic bag. (Whut?) Roy was taking photos of us in the lift. So much for panic. Hur hur hur.

And so help came and boomz, the lights went off and a picture came to my mind.



Salvation is near.

And we got set free. Ya.

Names of the people trapped in the lift:

-Dragon (Me)
-Jonathan
-Jun Hong
-Roy
-Wei Ning
-Beng Chew
-Gabriel
-Benjamin
-Zoe
-Shu Yi
-Felicia
-Xiu Ling





The end is nigh


The end.

Pain

So I slept on my sofa for thirty minutes. Felt great. The second I woke up, I felt an excruciating pain on my left leg.

Rolled on the floor, screamed and shouted.

My elder brother heard me and conversation went:


Bro: WHAT HAPPENED?!

Me: A FUCKING LEG CRAMP!

Bro: Which leg??

Me: THAT LEG!

Bro: This??

Me: WRONG LEG!! WRONG LEG!!!

Bro: Oh!

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Was spewing vulgarities and shouting real loud.

My elder brother was stretching and massaging my leg. He says it will take away the pain. But I was swinging my arms around hoping I would land a hit.

A minute later, The pain subsided, but not completely.

I was sweating bullets, my elder brother stood up and showed a face as if he just completed a major surgery.

Damn cool.

Leg is still hurting though.

The end is nigh.


The end.

Prologue.

I am the owner of this blog, and also the owner of www.layzorzpewpewpew.blogspot.com. Not going to post on that blog anymore.

I made this blog, with a better name as compared to my previous blog, with little or no relevance to my blog posts.

A proper blog post will be up soon. Or not.


The end is nigh.


The end.