If I Die, Bury Me Deep.

You know, having a company to sponsor you is like having a very demanding parent. Take my case for example. I got 3 B+s and I got a good lecture from the company. Another classmate from the same company got more Bs and got a good scolding.

You know it’s like the olden days Chinese families? From what I heard from teachers and my parents, back then the Sons cannot even fail art. If they do, they will get a good spanking.

To some extend, I’ve never really been discipline in terms of academy results. Most of the times it’s just happy go lucky. In fact! I remember failing almost all the subjects in primary school and have never got a spanking.

Now times are different. The company is looking forward of me failing so that they can take me as some kind of bank, paying interest of 10% for every dollar they ‘invest’ in me. And I guess they must have bought coffee for every lecture in school to instruct them not to teach…

Now, no wonder I am in the course Nautical STUDIES because they just tell you what you need to know and not what you have to know… you basically have to fill in the blanks and do all your own research.

Then again, its not as if I don’t like it. But it’s a great Sunday afternoon. I should be outside playing or something and not spent it between my books trying to solve some problems that seem unsolvable. (Trust me, its either I’m stupid of I have wasted the whole of last night)

So you can see that I am a little pissed. But still I have to go back to my books and try to make the unsolvable, solvable. (sounds like a noble job huh?) course if I don’t… I am so fucking screwed….

Oh.. fuck me!!