Frustration.../

Okay, i'm too lazy to continue blogging about the atrocious torture chamber.(ATC)
And, have i mentioned than Sir Keh Wee told my father about me almost getting the best camper for sec 3s? LOL. The irony is that i detest camps.lolz.

Would someone just coin a new term for the trepidation one feels on sundays? because monday blues ain't quite enough. While other students are probably lounging in the comfort of their homes starting from tomorrow onwards, the sec 3s in CTSS have to toil their way back to school for supplementary lessons. -.-. what the flower, i feel like screaming a string of profanities now.
Amid the public furore and various voices of dissents, the school still relentlessly carried on with their attendant lessons of vile energy and vehemence as a result of their kiasuness. OH... the humanity... is this still considered as holidays? The malice of the school kiasuness literally devoured 2 weeks of my holidays.


I know this is tangential but ya, sometimes, i really abhor my eldest brother.
He is selfish, juvenile, audacious, self-centered, pugnacious and rapacious. He accepts money with alacrity, forever so dependent, and to compound his plight that he is oblivious to, he is already 21! Oh my gosh, and sometimes i'm more mature than him, in fact all the time.
He doesn't want to change, or atleast mitigate or ameliorate a little, but keeps on complaining day in day out. Pouring his woes onto people and keeps wondering why he doesn't have many friends. come on, who would want to talk to someone full of woes and complains. That's the ne plus ultra of tedium.talking to him is insufferable enough, dealing with him is agonising.
Sometimes, i just wished that he would just grow up suddenly.