Wednesday, March 25, 2009 Im forever coming after 7.30,when the bell goes.In fact,ive been late so many times that ive made friends with the prefects at the gate.Being late is a horrible feeling.When the car pulls up in front of the gate and you blast out of the car to squeeze through the rapidly closing gate(by the sadistic gate prefects of course),and was this close - creates a 1cm space between the thumb and index finger- to making it in,into the land of the living,the bastard prefect just had to slam the gate on you.And once you have resigned to your fate as a latecomer,you would just have to sit outside the school,feel all sorry for yourself,start praying that the HOL(Head Of Level) is not free today and not coming out to find the latecomers,start thinking of an excuse why you were late(the traffic jam excuse had just expired),or just sit in front of the gate and play space mahjong on you phone. And the wait is such a torment.every second that passes brings you 1 step closer to the HOL.every wrong excuse you make could just get you more scolding.every wrong move you make will ALWAYS (i repeat always) let the other players win at space mahjong(no matter how shitty their tiles are). Then when the gates are finally opened and when you are admitted into the school compound,you either a) damn suay and the HOL is there waiting for you or b) the HOL is not there and you can sneak back to class.But please note that the HOL maybe lying in ambush between the track and the canteen( i know it sounds very lame and childish) and that there are 4 of them.So its very hard to evade discovery by the HOL,though it is possible. Anyway that scenerio is only possible IF you reach school between 7.30 to 7.40 but today,so suay,i reached school at the all time late of 7.52. so the main gate was closed and the prefects were gone,the HOL was nowhere in sight and the coast was clear. so i steathily entered the small front side gate,the guard was gone too.i smiled to myself.this was all too simple.i sneaked through the canteen,with the classroom block in view,i knew success was assured. "Boy come here" A voice rang out. "Nabeh."My heart sank.I knew this was it. It was a fat old man,sitting next to a bangla worker. "what level are you?" "Sec 4 " "give me your ezlink card." now.this was out of hand.it is ok for some random old man to question me about my non confidential particulars,but for me to hand my identity card to some old fucker whom i dont even know?that is fucked up. "excuse me but whom are you?" "i am the facilities manager"-wtf? -.-ll firstly,i dont even know who this old fuck was,but he was definetly not a teacher.and because only teachers(actually maybe only the HOLS) can dish out punishments and not just some random fucking dumb site supervisor(aka facilities manager) can do it.in fact,i am not under his juridistiction and he had no rights to demand for my card. but being the guai kia who loves to avoid trouble,i just gave it to him. this is so retarded la,just talking about it makes my blood boil.fucking idiot.some fucking kaypoh wants to act big and take on roles he is not QUALIFIED to play.if you want to act big,then please go back a thousand years when u still were a boy and go and actually study u prick -.- so today was a bad day.didnt get caught by prefects,nor by the HOL,but a old facilities manager -wtf -.- God do i hate being late. LOST at 8:21 PM