This morning, I had drawing class again!

I am by far the most enthusiastic artist around.

I go to drawing class fully prepared. Most would say I'm kiasu, but frankly, I'm just well prepared and well stocked with drawing paper.

When the wise lecturer told us to draw more stuff, there were people who said they didn't have paper.

And the reason they didn't have paper is because they only started with one miserable piece.

And you know where that miserable piece came from?

Someone else.

The kids in this class are quite atrocious.

Like being labelled 'kids' is not bad enough, they have to be 'atrocious' kids.

That's how bad it is.

I didn't take long to tell.

You know how I despise human leeches, right?

It's like, "What are these kids becoming nowadays?"

Marcus is a classmate. We used to be in the same class in lower secondary.

Marcus is different in most ways. But generally, he's nice and harbours zero ill intentions.

The f*cking bastards in class, hence, take him for granted and leech off him.

So in all, they are atrocious f*cking bastard kids-leeches.

Enough of all these trashy people.

We move on the the people with more spunk and sophistication at the same time.

That's gotta be ME, thank you very much...

Like getting a late enrolment and late start in semester is not bad enough, I'm being bounced around from class to class by the school!

It's kinda sucky how the whole system operates.

So right now, the online records show that I'm in Tutorial Group 8, while I've been told a week ago that I'll join Group 10.

A while ago, the wise drawing lecturer called me to ask about my name appearing in more than one class list. And what? I was supposed to know what was going on?!

Then again, it's not really my problem.

Just think. How many students have the privilege of class hopping? How many students have the privilege to mix with people of the different tutorial groups?

Therefore, it is my privilege.

Furthermore, I can feign confusion and stall more time for me to finish up my plethora of sketches.

This is called working to the situation's advantage.

Sane people who graduate from 'O' Level will never in a million lightyears think of enrolling in an ITE.

I am not sane.

I have enrolled myself in an ITE prior to this.

It had been a great experience.

Mdm Rashida, Section Head of Digital Media Design at ITE Bedok, had got her boss, Ms Yeo Sock Tin, Director of School of InfoComm at ITE MacPherson, to appeal my case to NYP.

NYP took me in.

My gung-ho actions made me cross path with the right people.

When I spoke to Mdm Rashida, she had said that it was TP's loss that they rejected me. Furthermore, I hadn't met the correct person.

But that Ms Yeo, boy, she had connections! She knew the 'industry people' and there I was in NYP.

Mdm Rashida told me that she'd consider me as on of her students and that after my graduation, Ms Yeo would welcome me if I'd like to join their teaching force.

*smug*

*more smug*

*even more smug*

Talk about job prospects!

*smug*

*more smug*

Talk about meeting the right people!

*smug*

As my smugness subsides, I'd like to mention that being in NYP, I feel like I am the Salvation.

Salvation for the Weak and Frail.

I don't know if you've noticed, but there are some really weak and dependent people around you.

They cannot live alone. They cannot stand tall. They speak of nothing. They are the Weak and Frail.

I just happened to notice a couple of these people, and no one seems to be lending a hand. It kinda bugs my conscience (yes, I do have a conscience, FYI,). So I was just thinking, why not help?

It feels good to be nice, unlike some irritating bitch in my class.

Appearance wise, she is not bad. That is, until she starts talking.

When I first noticed her in class (trust me, it's not difficult to notice her unless you're deaf), I was like, "Wow! This girl packs some punch!"

First impressions last. Hers didn't.

A couple of days with this bitch in class, she turns from 'This girl packs some punch' to 'This girl deserves some punch'.

I am not kidding.

She is so loud! Too loud for her own good.

I've never met a genuinely dumb bitch.

Now I have.