When you realise you're the smartest in your tribe.

I got a rude reminder today about the fact that the Sinagporean academic journey awaits no man.

Or woman.

Or queer(If that's where you're inclined to).



We are all facing our Sec 3 EOYs.

Shock and horror, people. Shock and horror. Bring on the scream queens, the bawlers and the terminally insane muggers.

Me? I'll be working my way up slowly to improving those grades. Definitely gonna get a B for Maths this final term. I bet my last buck on it. I've worked my ass off far too hard over the weekend to see it all go up in rancid, putrid, smoke.

So far, the only encouraging sign I've gotten is the fact that I've improved by at least 12 points. Amazing? Not quite, if you consider the fact that my previous score was 35...which would put my current L1R5 to 23. I can practically hear the tsk-tsking of those educational zealots and their similarly nerdy companions. Well, suck monkey balls, Spock-bitches. I'm gonna make this year, even if I'll be sent kicking and screaming just to study properly.

On a lighter note, I found a certain someone quite attractive. I just hope the latter's partner doesn't beat me to a gasping, bloody pulp for saying that.

Or maybe it's the caffeine again. Sigh.

I need to get a life.