THATS IT!?!!

AD HOMIDIEM ATTACKS!?!!

THATS ALL I GOT?

YOU CAPITALIST ARE JUST ALL LOSERS  BWAHAHAHAHA!!!!!

I Grow Discouraged...

EDIT: The paragraph for 'The so called Grey Area' has been changed due to the initial version being unfair (ie i'm too kind). 

I know, I know, we are supposed to NOT discuss anything openly as we agreed, but we need this to... um... let the capitalist...

...get the message?

The several weeks in isolation actually made me think about my 2 years worth of investment in that mental college. Yes, there are many issues, but let us forget the retarded administration and (almost all of) the teaching cohort for the moment. Instead, view the simpletons that I have spent throught the 2 years, the so-called "classmates"^1. Yes, life has been tough. I still struggled to learn the ways of the capitalist human...

... or for the matter of fact,  of a human... 

Unfortunately, the so called class structure was not what it is popularised by the "free" media. To put it blantly, it is simply a confederancy of different states, with one trying to dominate the other. Backstabbing was rampant. People pretend to help each other. An exact description of the failed society described by Marx. The entire situation was under a veil...

..until now or after the prom.

You see, it does not make any tactical sense, or any sense at all, to go to the prom. The food overpriced, lousy entertainment and the monsterous opportunity cost (which accounts about a googolplex of Zimbawean dollars^3). There was one benefit from this social activity.

It exposed them for who they are.

So now let me begin with washing the dirty laundry. I know some of these people will call me backstabber but hell, I don't give a damn. You can threaten me with social ostrachism but i'm almost there anyway. Instead, I ask you not to lie about being caring anymore. I doubt you can make any politicial gain from people you will not meet for the rest of you're lives. Fuck you if you do try anyway.

Lets begin with the prom. The division of the class is quite evident. Embodied by the two tables, one for the popular ones, the other for everyone (or thing) else. Meng obviously had a play on this, his 'anak tersayang'^4 is right smack at the front of the stage, while me and the chumps are at the back. I'm not complaining, the entertainment on the stage was dreadfull (or capable of commiting genocide) while the secluded table is just beside the refill bar. 

So back to the tables. Maybe i'm just paranoid. Maybe its just that one table is not enough, and Meng just happen to be crazy or having mensuration. But there's just that nagging little fact that embodies the class seperation. Oh, I know, the fact that no one, other than me^5, actually went between the tables. Basically, its either that the popular peeps are well entertained with themselves, or they do not want to mingle with us 'losers'. In one of our final times that the people of the civic group actually get together^6, we do not try to show our bipartisianship. Instead, the popular ones exemplify the hireacy structure. What a way to blow it, just like Bush did. You all are nothing better than Bush btw.

Shit, I should have seen it all along! The way I was treated. People asking me questions after class and when Meng is monkeying around. But then when its socialising time, damn, I don't exist. Some take it a bit further, they pretend to listen to what I say. But I can sense the going-ons in their hypothalamus, hinting they don't give a shit, and they are doing this out of respect of... hell I don't even know. I was also snubbed right before the prom by the very associates in such a manner. Maybe thats what I am viewed as in class, a fucking tool factory. 

I could scarcely immagine what they will say of me to their kids...

Parent: Hey kids, look at my school photoes... Ya bout this guy, didn't really like him. Always talk about irrelevant things. But he is a great tool factory

Child: What is a tool factory?

Parent: He is someone who you manipulate. Haha that little shit.

So back to the tables again. The only time the popular come is to take pictures. WHAT! THATS IT! You only come over to take photoes for you're own pleasure? And what the hell is with the craze of taking photoes with everybody anyway?  Why bother taking photoes with everyone, feignthing that the two or more subjects are friends when at the age of 40 you will forget their names or dietary habits? Man, you know what I hate? Taking photoes. In fact, I regret having any of my photoes taken. 

So lets begin with what I have to say to every major group in 0712C. I couldn't be bothered to write about everyone one of you. Anyway i know that earlier this year there was an attempt ^7 to do so which has failed miserably, so stop mailing me.

12C Ultra:

The 4 of you. I know that there are more of you in the click but i've decide to divide it into 2. So, 12C ultra, you remind me of Bush, really. The class starts out as wonderful, but you managed to screw it up. Great job, dumbass, splitting the class. Meh I don't have to tell you all how you did it, just review what you have done. Hell, I would even like being seperated from you all if not for one thing... you keep coming over the fence to ask me questions. I know, I sound like a fucking arrogant pig, but if you see it from my view... have you people no shame?

12C Not-so-Ultra

The other 5 from the clique. My hatred to you is not as much, but you all are still very tainted/evil/capitalist.  Don't forget that.

12C' The Harem

This includes all the females and one guy in 12C'. relations are generally lukewarm, except for That One. And the Indian guy.

12C' The Guys

Hehe, you guys are quite fun. Its maybe that we are all outcastes. Shame that I only warmed up to you all at nearing the end of 2nd year.

The Diplomat from the Other Class

I really apologise for forgetting which class is it. You are a good person, not manipulating others. I did not manipulate you, hopefully, if you are asking.

The White Knight from RI^8

Well, I have mixed feelings about you. One one hand, thanks you for you're support in the 2 projects. Yet, 2 things. 1) You are too friendly to the 12Clique. 2) I will never forget what happened on NDP celebrations 2007

The so called Grey Area

YOU TWO! I do not know what to say, i'm just speechless. Firstly, thank you for all the help on the computer stuff, really appreciate it. Though it started warmly, the ties start to worsen soon.But at all times, no matter what you say, you are always with 'them'. One of you even profess that "I am a neutral" (quoted from Class Politics... Its Pure Evil...). My frothting ass, there is as much truth in that statement as cum is the most popular drink in the world. Furthermore, I would like to thank you even further for helping me to realise why I hate 12C at times, and listen to my bullshit. Though at times i'm quite sure the voice just pass through you two without any effect, by the looks of you're faces and you're mannerism. Just be well assured that Prom shows both of you who you really are.

Thats it. I'm done. I have said what needs to be said. If you have any assertions, do email me. 

Man, I hate people.  

^1 It isn't really a class, so i've taken the initiative to generalise this to move foward^2.

^2 You found the above endnote? I'm impressed.

^3 It still is a large amount mind you.

^4 Translate: beloved child(ren). The Malay phrase had a certain kind of effect not available in English.

^5 That makes me the emissionary of 12C' and DPR12S.

^6 There is a fallacy in that statement. The last time we meet will be the collection of results, which I don't think all of us will want to have a 'united' gathering.

^7 Which I shall now refer to as an 'experiment'.

^8 It does NOT stand for Raffles Institution, morons