foreword:
what follows below is for the pure, unadulterated, sole, pure purpose of making sure i dont end up reading apologies in morning assembly. Pregnant mothers, prefects, those under 21, prefects, and those with heart defects ( and prefects) are advised not to read on.
lol

before you start to flame the tagboard up, take a chewpew- its not about our dear friend biquan.
as a matter of fact, he's a nice guy (though he probably hates our blog by now lol)
you just have to pretend you cant hear him telling you to
tuck in your shirt
because
derek, derek, derek darling, how can you expect to have an iron ricebowl or a solid future if you cannot spell?

if you’re not good enough, life will kick you in the balls. that’s just how things go. there’s no point in lambasting the government for making our society one that is, i quote, “far too survival of fittest”. it’s the same everywhere. yes discrimination exists, and it is sad, but most of the time if people would prefer hiring other people over you, it’s because they’re better. it’s so sad when people like old derek lament the kind of world that singapore will be if we make it so uncertain. go be friggin communist, if uncertainty of success offends you so much - you will certainly be poor and miserable. unless you are an arm-twisting commie bully, which, given your whiny middle-class undereducated penchant, i doubt.

then again, it’s easy for me to say. my future isn’t certain but i guess right now it’s a lot brighter than most people’s. derek will read this and brand me as an 18-year old elite, one of the sinners who will inherit the country and run his stock to the gutter. go ahead. the world is about winners and losers. it’s only sad when people who could be winners are marginalised and oppressed. is dear derek starving? has dear derek been denied an education? has dear derek been forced into child prostitution? has dear derek had his clan massacred by the government?

i should think not. dear derek is one of many wretched, undermotivated, overassuming leeches in our country, and in this world. one of those who would prefer to be unemployed and wax lyrical about how his myriad talents are being abandoned for the foreigner’s, instead of earning a decent, stable living as a sales assistant. it’s not even about being a road sweeper. these shitbags don’t want anything without “manager” and a name card.

please, get out of my elite uncaring face.

wait, where was i again?
oh.
the reason why ripb makes me so emo is
oh check this out man : http://www.ri.sch.edu.sg/ripb/vision.htm
(lol tagboard quote)---> Paul Tern: RIPB rox, all you commoners suck
no thats obviously not importantpaulternturnpaulternimpotent, but anyway:

A Scene At The Astroturf:
Prefect #1: oi, you there, stop playing in uniform
Miscreant Playing Soccer In Uniform #1: orh okay okay prefect relax-
Prefect #1: what relax! you DON'T relax. you TOUCH that BALL one more time and i am going to book and report you. GET IT? GO AHEAD. TOUCH THAT BALL AGAIN? HUH? GO AHEAD MAN. MAKE ME REPORT YOU TO DETENTION. TOUCH THAT BALL AGAIN.
Miscreant Playing Soccer In Uniform #1: (pissing in pants) okay i wont relax-
P #1: NOW LICK MY FOOT MAN.
MPSIC #1: *lick lick suck suck*

now of course, this is a completely fictional (Peers single him out as possibly the most capable nominee from sec 1. Seniors strongly recommend him for his strong will and leadership skills. Similar to *****, he has received mass recommendation from batchmates as well as seniors, based on merit.) occurence.

lol in other words,
dont book me, im only a small fragile guy.

(chill biq, this isnt a make-fun-of-biquan-post.)