the teacher tore up a panel of wall of my model on a thursday afternoon, and even said that my stairs could only accommodate a cockroach, then later comment that maybe even a cockroach wouldn't fit. i looked straight into his eyes, and was somehow reminded of yang meh meh. god bless my 3 years in singapore poly, for i want no enemies and friends only. he mentioned that during his schooling days as an architecture student, his lecturer used to crush his model right flat to the ground. they say poly life is all slack and fun, no requirement to put on a uniform dress code everyday, thinking of places to eat during that hour(s)-long break - the joey begs to differ. it is quite as hell-ic as the remaining 3 weeks counting down to the crazy O level spree. i once hoped to worry about submission dates, and hating lecturers as soon as possible, to get things going. i was a mad boy. i need help. anybody? my family members should get ready to stain and mark their hands with dried-up uhu glue and scars from accidental pen-knife cuts because of inaccuracy. ah.. only now, has the school genuinely begun.  

right. so O level candidates, quit being courteous academically - score a hundred percent for all subjects, the government won't ask your parents to fork out more school fees because, "your son took too much of our marks from the score bank. please pay up."

when i first caught my fish, who was there?

when you didn't talk to xxxxx, who followed you and did the same?

when you saw xxxxxx's tanned lines, who did you first show it too?

when you didn't have enough money, who paid for your western food at ECP?

when you felt cold on the bus, who was the one willing to share BODY WARMTH with you?

when you played with xxxxx's fingers, who did you first share the secret with?

who bought you the best souvenir, a miniature guitar, after returning from overseas?

bloody funny fucker. can't believe i walked through my secondary school life with such an idiot. we go a fucking long way ya'll.