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je suis le BOMB.

l'homme.
Je'mapelle Zeke.
Je suis 17.
J'aime photography, sports, et la vie.
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April 19, Back to school and school's out!
{ 7:14 AM }

Sorry to disappoint, people.

I realise that I blog at about the same rate as a girl learning driving for the first time (y'know, start - brake - start - brake - start - "ahhh I nearly hit a cat!"), but what can I say? I'm not into commitment.

To summarise - I enjoyed the last few days of my holidays doing the things I really liked. For those of you who don't know, that means I spent the last few days of the hols exploring, cycling, swimming, fighting, doing photography, the works. For those of you who do know, stop flashing the retarded anime face (this one: -.-) in your minds. For my dear English readers, stop saying "Oh this turd's bleeding old hat, let's go to Amsterdam and get utterly smashed!" in your minds. And for my American friends, do NOT start a flame war because of this.

As most of you know, 19th April in Singapore is a momentous day. To put it gayly, it's the day "a secondary school kid spreads his/ her wings and steps into the bright and promising threshold that is the future of the world, today!". Yeah whoop - de - doo, you're in a new school. Make some friends and get better dress sense? Oh and, don't forget to piss the teacherrrrrrrrrrs off. Yeah. Those were some good times.

I love this semester TO - THE - MAX. On my first day of school I found out that. . . I have an entire week of holiday - on the first day of the semester! That's like walking into a bar, being declared the 100th patron of the day, and getting wasted with free booze, toasts to every other wino in the area, and passing out on the curb after that. Okay that doesn't sound good.

And we got dragged to school today, why? Because - I'll tell you why now - we had to watch a bleeding, abso-eff-olutely, peachy attempt by the TEP committee to win us over to the good side of our entire semester. However, thanks to their peachy and definitely artificial sugar - laced attempt, all I can think of is the image of Darth Vader rasping "Welcome to the dark side, young Jedi". O - Kay, absolutely awkward geekish moment there. Moving on!

Why do the freshmen this year look like a bunch of underdressed and pathetic half wits? And more importantly, why are the guys so short and underbuilt? And such a bunch of big sissies, too. I remember during our first year, we were bullying people on the first day. Ah, good times good times. Anyways, I'm off to enjoy my sem break now. Ciao and happy studying, new nerds!

P.s.: I am not a sexist, contrary to popular belief. I am a misogynist.
Zeke