Grim November

5 months and 3 dead already! I'm beginning to love this place. From what I've heard one guy died for love, one of failure and one girl out of force. I'm guessing the fans need to be riveted more tightly to the ceilings as many more are gonna be attempting suicide after the results come out in December. It's sure gonna be a Merry Christmas in Hell!

Come to think of it, I'm finally at a point in my life where I have to fend for myself. Regardless of the fact that the greatest threat( if I were to follow the trend) to my life is myself, I have actually drifted unconsciously from the sheltered life at home to the wild jungle of kill-yourself-out-of-boredom-or-depression-ness. Any moment of carelessness now could get me hung from the ceiling, run over by a train or raped by a bunch of rabid monkeys at the station! (Shh...I'm shit scared of monkeys!) I just have to resist the urges of a certain sector of my brain(whom I call Roger...ok I admit it, he's emo!). All said, I think it's about time VIT changed their slogan from "A chance to learn; A place to grow" to something more appropriate like "VIT: Can you survive the challenge?" or "VIT: We provide the best training for the youth in Asia!" Get it? youth-in-asia? Euthanasia? Ok sad joke. But since I've already been labelled as the 'Dispenser of sad jokes!' I'll pretend I don't hear your cries of despair and angst....seriously, I can't.

I don't really like kids. Which is why I was actually contemplating murder when a horde of them infested my hostel the other day. The other day happenned to be Children's Day. And their stay happenned to be a week. A week's a long time. It seems even longer when there are twelve year olds running around the corridor, using up your bath water and shitting on the seat. Seriously, I actually suffered constipation for two days after I saw that! I half expected one of my room-mates to invite one of the little critters in for a game of chess as he happens to be pretty good at it, and the children were here for a Chess competition(What kind of chess competition lasts for a fuckin' week? My games never last more than 5 minutes tops!.....I lose in case you were wondering). But if that were the case, I solemnly resolved to ask the next kid who happened to pass by if he was any good at tennis. (Yea, I can play tennis! Don't be so alarmed!). He would say no. Then I would shout "Then what the fuck are you doing in my room, you parasitic, bath-water gulping moron? Get your face out of my room and never come back!" Then I would bask in the contentment I would experience at this small victory in my personal vendetta against the despicable breed of 'kids'! If, however, he would say that he could actually play tennis, I challenge him to a game, take him to the court and then strangle him! That would take the death toll up to 4! Then the authorities would have to accept my suggestion for a change of slogan!*Evil laugh* However, lacking the guts to try anything of that sort, I just satisfied my burning spleen by standing by the gate at 6 every evening and pointing and laughing at the kids who lost and were going home! What? Did you expect sympathy?

Seriously, who likes kids? You feed them, send them to school and when they grow up, they blame you for having Alzheimer's. They're capable of a state of blissful indifference that no other living creature in this world can achieve. In short, they're kids, and if they're not spanked when they're young, they grow to be spoilt and useless. What do they smile so much for anyway? Nothing is worth displaying that buck-toothed row of temporary teeth so frequently. Sometimes I feel like punching out a few and reassuring them "See, I told you they were temporary!"

Maybe I'll do that someday and I'll post the reaction I get. Time for an abrupt end.