Summarizing the past week events

Hey guys and girls, gays and less, guess who's back~? Come on, take a guess. There are no wrong answers~

Alright, enough with that crap. Anyway, my Intervention test is over and boy, was I glad that it's over. Because of this test, I had delayed God-knows-how-much posts. But if you do want to know about my test, here's a hint for you: It rhymes with 'sheet' and smells just as bad.

History was okay, so was Accounts. But the subject that bugs me the most is Moral. Yes, that subject that supposedly turns you into a fine gentlemen in our country. Some sort of bullshit if you ask me.

I mean, any students taking Moral would definitely be able to score an 'A' IF they memorize all the definitions of the moral values given. 36 moral values if I'm not mistaken. But still, do we actually apply these values into our daily life?

Sure, it's a good thing to have these values applied into our daily lives but sometimes in life, you might have to break a rule or two. Besides, if you're too soft, people WILL eventually take advantage of you one way or another. Well, that's just my theory and I might be wrong.

So that's why, I have been playing the good-prefect, bad-prefect thingy in school. I don't want to let other people to take better of me and took advantage on me.

Learning these moral values doesn't automatically makes you a better person. It's how the way you live your life that determines whether you're a good boy or bad boy. We study moral just for the sake of that one alphabet in our report papers/cards/books; 'A'. At least, that's what I can say for myself.

Moral test was the worse I have ever endured, I didn't get much time to revise or memorize the definitions as I was busy preparing for my History paper two test which involves essays. Cik Hor would definitely be pissed at me. Heck, if I pass my moral paper, I'm abnormal.

Oh and one more thing, on last Friday. Something happened that changed my impression towards some of those form one bastards that doesn't know how to show any respects to their eldest and seniors.

As usual, we 'Street Thugz' were hanging out after school in the school's compound with a good game of football. Oh before that, 'Street Thugz' is a football team formed by us students. Usually when we're playing. Some of the form ones would step in and begged for us to let them play.

Well, I wouldn't mind letting them play if there's a teacher taking care of them. But the problem was, there isn't any.

I mean, try using that brain of yours for once and think for Kyle's sake. If we allow you to play with us and you would happen to injure yourself, who would be responsible for your sorry little ass? Don't go on telling me that you yourself will be responsible for yourself, if that line works, I would've allowed you to play with us in the first place.

I know that you all are very 'pro' as some of you implied, but didn't you ever take into account that accidents happens all the time? And don't go all 'BOO~' at us whenever we miss a shot or miss a goal, by doing that, you're just making yourself looking like a complete idiot.

Now, there's this particular guy that I want to talk about. I wasn't sure of his name and am not interested to find out. All I know is that he's a basketball-a-holic. It was during the form ones' recess time and we had stopped playing football for a moment, fearing that we might accidentally shot them in their heads or whatever body parts that's hit-able. So we played a little game of basketball, using my football.

Then all of a sudden, this guy comes out of nowhere and took away the ball and did a few shots. At first, I forgave him for taking away my ball without my permission and did a few shots as I thought he would eventually leave. I stood corrected. He continued on shooting hoops as if he was trying to show off his skills or something.

I ran out of patience and demanded my ball back. He claimed that this would be his last shot, I didn't care and demanded it back again. Then, I don't know what in God's name snapped in that thick skull of his, he started cursing me, claiming that I was showing off.

Wei, ass-swipe, open that big eyes of yours and look properly. Do you see me taking away other people's ball without permission and played with it like the ball belonged to you?

He also claimed that: 'Prefects very big now la ha? Lan Si Lan Yong like that.'

I responded by shouting at him continuously: 'Yeah yeah, you very big la, you very big la. Everyone must respect you la. You're the champion of the world la.' in a sarcastic way.

Out of frustration, he threw my ball away and shouted: 'Give you back your bloody useless ball!'

Hey ass-swipe, first of all, that ball was a FOOTball. Go search up a dictionary, I bet you'll know what's the meaning of football. It is meant for playing football only and using it with your foot, not playing basketball with it.

And second of all, have you ever noticed the difference in between a football and a basketball? Their goal post and the hoop? Footballs are pretty soft especially when mine had already aged 9 years and is completely naked compared to basketballs which are hard. The corner edge of the hoop is so darn bloody sharp that it could poop a balloon upon contact.

Imagine if he accidentally missed a shot and hits the edge instead, what would happen to my ball? Is he going to pay for it?

Damn it, I have just almost had it with these people. They need to be taught a lesson. Acting all tai-ko already just because there were no seniors around. I bet you that if they were in the morning session as well, they wouldn't do shit.

I'm just, so darn disappointed with children nowadays. Well what can we do? They're OUR problems after all.

Kyle