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today i took the gay nokia 156 bus home. which was quite a pussy bus, if not for the fact that there was an ac girl with hot legs sitting across from me and pretty strong air conditioning. its quite easy for me to find legs hot. as long as they are relatively hairless and not sausage looking or boney.

i took the buss all the way to coronation, and then i was to alight at the busstop, cos i saw a hott 67 right in front. after i alighted, i ran towards the bus, but the bitch just drove off. as i was about to sit myself down on the gay slide chair at the newer busstops, the 156 driver drove up to me and opened the door, and said, get on, we might catch 67 at the nextstop.

and so i did, and so i caught 67 at the stop outside coronation plaza.

it was a nice gesture that made my day. before that, i was just brooding about the toughness of my life, and was generally unhappy that life was so crap apart from having a girl with hot legs sitting right across from me.

i admire him. he was both cheerful and helpful. we hardly find cheerful and helpful bus drivers today. well we cannot blame them for being unhappy people. they sit in a pussy pvc chair and then drive for 1.5 h for a 15 min toilet break before setting off again, from before daybreak to after nightfall. all for like 1.2k per month. they have little job security and risk getting punched by hwach boys, among other risks.

if it were me, i would find it hard to stay positive. very hard. here i am, in a shitty chair, twisting one heck of a huge plastic steering wheel, opening and closing doors at 3-500m intervals. for this kinda puny pay. i would be in a foul mood the whole day. before today, i daresay, if someone missed the bus, i wont be thinking, poor dick, he would have to take the next bus. i would be thinking, haha pussy, why are you so slow?

nice gestures make people happy. i am happy. i guess i should try to be a nicer person, so that we can all live in a happier place. rj is a particularly sad place, especially when papers are returned cos the school will be crawling with depressed dicks.

like myself.

double Bs.

yea, it is my first B for GP in my entire Life. i guess with 26 for compo, i cannot ask for too much.

actually i was relieved when i totalled the marks for a B. yea, for any self-respecting individual, a B for GP is disastrous, but considering my 2 visits to the toilet and 3 starts to my essay, coupled with a nagging ache down my neck, i guess it was satisfactory. i was just completely confused as i scrambled to get my essay in order. and to be fair, the essay was not balanced. although i think the teacher was being a pussy when she said that i was taking too narrow a stand. suits her, she has the right to her opinion. and the right to crush my already flailing sense of self worth.

the only pussy consolation is that at 38/50, i raped the class at compre. this is despite an extremely poor showing in the summary, getting all of 5.5 marks in 80 words and in the vocab, scoring a total of 2.5 marks. but the class is just pussy, i would like to quote. anyway, apart from this, gp was a complete disaster. from A to B and from 98.9 percentile to like, 50 percentile? wow, the girls would all be spitting on me.

at this point i digress.

it is always said that a Scout keeps his promises.

this is complete nonsense. and i say this with complete conviction because a Scout i know never kept his promise.

well this said, scout, or scoutmaster lenny, said that he would kill himself if i get anything less than a B for gp. now he is probably playing with himself in scholar's village (the block across the road from kim san leng, where at least 2 President Scholars are known to reside), with ne'er a thought about his statement.

not that i want him dead, of course, just that we now know a scout is not to be trusted. especially pedophilic scouts who like cute little boys, ri and non ri.

gp was quite a failure, but B was a consolation. for that standard of writing, i didnt even expect to pass.

econs was disappointing. when stho announced his A, i became hopeful that there might be a miracles that i might actually clinch the elusive A for econs. but no bananas as i got a B for econs. 40/60.

it doesnt help that thats 2 marks away from an A, and ewongs, constant reminder that she marks strictly doesnt help either.

i dont think its very nice of her to do such things. it is bad for her students. it wont help the students remember their mistakes better if u give them a worser score, it just helps them remember u better so they can deal with u next time.

anyhows, a B for econs is quite satisfying. but for the amount of mugging put in, (3 whole days), i guess my marks didnt really commensurate with the effort. of course, chem is da bomb as i mugged like a gay and got whipped like a gay.

tomorrow we get back our math, and i really pray to get an A for math. now this is especially tough when so many people screw up the paper so damn badly, and remedial is reserved for people scoring <37% on the test.