Go die and rot in hell

It’s all just my luck. The coincidental moment for us to sit next to a table of insufferable and barbaric 16-year-olds gave me a little emotional tornado and some awkwardness. Damn it.

Seriously, I don’t know what the kids nowadays are learning from the adults. Are they picking up the astuteness, or the state of being senile and kiasu-ism. Look, all I wanted to do was to get into the library early so that I can start my revision sharp at 10 and all they have to do is to turn up at 9.45 outside the still-closed library, waiting for the clock to strike 10 and the doors open and they’d make a mad-cap dash for the vacant tables. Yikes. At this moment, I’d expect you to point a finger at me and ask, “So what the hell are you doing outside the library so early in the morning?” Sorry, people, but kiasu-ism is intolerable and infectious at the same time. Face it, we all want tables for our own use instead of sharing it with some reluctant guy who can’t stop excavating his nostrils and sending tremors to your side with his incessant leg-shaking.

Ah, talk about the tables in the library. Going by the book, people are not supposed to used the tables for their own personal study (not my fault, the security guy told me that with a highly condescending tone). But the truth is, nearly 90% of the users of the tables, I’m confident, are studying for their exams. Look, it is impossible for the students to not veer towards places which are conducive, quiet and devoid of distractions (except for the cute guys). So if the library is being so half-hearted about imposing the library rules, I suggest they either do away with it or impose it with an iron fist. It’s either the students or an empty library, you choose.

Then there were those students who are bent on making life hell for us. We’re all library users and we’re all studying for major exams, so why sabotage us? All I can say is the lack of self-control and an absolutely scheming youth population will lead us nowhere. Take note. If I ever spot that bunch again (I would be able to recognize you all if I ever lay my eyes on you), I’ll make sure you get some lessons taught in a civil manner, and not how you treated your seniors. Get a life. You can die and rot in hell for all I care. I bet you’d flunk all your exams.

P.S: Happy B-Dae, Check.