Holidays Are Here...

Holidays are here. Finally. Any more school and all the petty arguments that come with them and I'd be dead. Or actually the idiots arguing would be dead. Dumb muthafuckas arguing over the lamest shit in hell and doing the most idiotic things one could ever imagine of. Argh!!! Hope you get this letter for you. Small-minded neanderthals.

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So yeah. Holidays are here. Thank goodness. I need the rest and the away time from my class. I don't hate my class. I swear. Really. That's the truth. That's why I play captain's ball with them.

I just hate all the dumb things that go around in the class. It's kinda odd but the pattern is obvious. The two classes I've had problems with in my whole life are my pri6 class and my current poly class. And know what the two have in common? I'm the only Malay guy in both classes and (I'm not bragging, just pointing out the similarities. Ignore this pont if you want) I'm in the upper regions, I would say, of the academic rankings.

I don't care if you guys speak Chinese in front of me. I don't give a damn even if you actually speak English. It helps that you guys actually speak Chinese 'cause it's easier for me to tune you guys out. I just can't understand the cliques in the class. To be frank, I just can't understand cliques at all. If you're going to be with this guys for a long period of time, why ignore them? You are stuck with that person. Exploit their talent 'cause that's what you have to do to survive. Mix around. Get to know them. Understand them. Exploit the flaw. It's that simple.

Sure, I too don't mix around with one or two in the class but I sure as hell don't get pissed off when I have to work with them in groups. Too bad, I'm stuck with them. Why not just go with the flow and live off each other 'cause there's nothing much you can do. That's life. Take control of what it has given you. One word : Exploitaion. It's the key to life.

Not exploit like peadophiles or blackmailers do you dumb motherfucker. Know what that person is good at and use it to your advantage. At the same time, take care of them so they take care of you. Pretty much my plan for poly since day one.

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I just learnt abit more about my ancestry the other day while looking through some old photo albums with my brother and mom.

Turns out my father is a descendant of Malay warriors. You know, all the pendekars and bomohs. Medicine men you could call them. My dad had a grandfather who actually cursed (or magically locked) a plot of land somewhere in Serangoon. My bro said it was because of some feud or disagreements. Until now, nothing can be built on that land. I remember my dad showing it to me some time ago as we drove past in the car. It was quite weird. It was pretty much a piece of empty land surrounded by urban development. Only blood descendants are allowed to enter I think (that means people like me and my brother).

My bro told me that the only person who can unlock the land is my dad. All that has to be needed if I'm not wrong is the reciting of some incantations and a bit of blood and the curse should be lifted. Only problem, there is no title deed for the land. So we could lift the curse, but we can't own it.

I kinda felt out of place in the family while looking through the albums. My great-grandfather was a warrior who could kill a goat with just a towel, my dad and his dad were both military men and I'm just me. Then my bro reminded me of something. Now it's not the time to be a warrior in the streets or in the open. Now it's the time of the warrior of academics. Strength not by the hand but strength by the book that sits in the hand. It kinda renewed my willingness to learn as I knew that I wasn't just doing what I wanted to do or what my dad wanted to do, I'm just continuing what my ancestors have been doing all along. Reaching the top with what we knew best. My granddads had their hands, I have my brain.

Warrior by the book, not the blade.