I love studying!!! i've met my new-found love that has emerged from the shadows, hiding from me all these while! why must you do this to me? do you know that i have been searching high and low for you? wait. it seems that the term 'Studying' sounds a bit too vague. i should say 'I love studying in groups!'

i can't study alone, especially at home. i'll have the tendency to switch on my computer and do all the unnecessary stuff that i can think of using my computer. and when i go out to study, i can't be alone. i don't have the motivation, the drive, to flip on to the next page of my notes and memorise the shit that i have written down. the sight of others mugging simply drain my inner strength out of me.

and worst of all, they're everywhere! muggers here, muggers there. McDonald's, libraries, void decks. you name it, they've conquered it. which is why i love studying in groups! at least i've got a channel to destress my crapping with them. at least i can have the motivation that i need to push myself to revise. at least i know that i'm not the only one, fooling and mugging at the same time.

Jurong East library was once again a haunt for devon, elf and I to mug. actually, it's the first time we're together but for me, it'll be the umpteenth. i lost count already. what's great about studying together is that you get to bond closer, get to know each other better and go through the serious and laughing matters as one.

'Sex' spontaneously became the main topic covered in many of our 'break-from-mugging conversations'. of course i don't know how it ended up as so taking the fact that we all started off with the Mats having tapered pants, wearing all those dangling chains and carrying a small bag around, practicallly only for storing their EZ-Link cards we supposed. quite logical ain't it? their pants will be so tight that they can't even slit in their ez-link cards into their pockets. that's when their oh-so-highly-slinged-mini-bags will come in handy for them. they act as if they are big shots, but a kick at their crotch will settle any disputes in no time. i'm sure it can be easily located since it WILL be very visible in their tight bottoms. just open your eyes a little bit bigger when you encounter a situation with them.

i just hate these guys. sometimes, i feel disgraced to be a Malay. especially when these Mats & Minahs originated from my kind of species. YUCKS! get a life will you! at least don't bring the name of Malays down to the drain!

thanks elf for making me squirm in disgust as you told me ths tales of ACS and CHIJ students. i just can't imagine 6 guys, taking a cubicle each inside the school's toilet, blowjobbing one another while keeping their noise level to the minimum. no wonder the head prefect was dumbfounded when he caught them in the act. no wonder the discipline master had nothing to say when he knew about this matter.

and that CHIJ girl suffered a worse fate.

test-tubes+toilet+muscle contraction (you know where) = bits and pieces of glass in her genital.

at least the one who had her friend to page her while she purposely didn't want to pick it up, whilst in a sitting position i suppose, was far much more 'cleaner' in a way or another.

the location of the g-spot was demonstrated using the round chairs available there, despite the fact that all our efforts are to no avail. perhaps we didn't read up till that much YET. no wonder these 'special' chairs were placed at the top floor. it was for the teens. teens who are curious about the birds and the bees but have parents who are so unwilling to share their sexual experiences with their children. so much so that they cut up the covers of these chairs to make them resemble the real thing.

i saw this poster as i took the escalator up to the top floor, before we settled down to study. it reads:


i became a rebellious streak for a moment and went against these rules. no need for the first 2 rules. i was more curious about the last rule. as i stepped into the 'holy' arena, i muttered,

'FUCK!'

nothing happened.

'FUCK!'

nothing happened.

okay, it's proven. rules are meant to be broken after all.