Some Crap, III

Exams are coming up just next Tuesday and I'm sitting here watching clips of Manchester beating the hell out of Arse-nal and Chelsea, playing some dumb Nitrome games and eagerly waiting for the result of one of this year's much anticipated matches. It's still 0-0 but I still believe Man Utd. can forced Aresnal to lick their boots in less than 20 minutes from now. All we need is a win to wrap up this magnificient season. I bet the Liverpool fans are nervously biting their fingernails, praying that the wimpy Arses aren't gonna let in an own goal or do a handball in the penalty box anytime from now. Too bad the only thing they can see tomorrow is Sir Alex Ferguson and his boys shoving the EPL cup right in their faces. Payback time for the thrashing we had to endure at Old Trafford a few months ago. I can't even talk about it. It makes....me....so....(sob)(sob)......so.....emotional....(sniffffffffffffff). Back to exams, I haven't really even started oing all the crap people do when preparing for it. I don't people get so fussed up before exams, I mean, come on man! it's just the mid-year exams and why should we even care about that shit? It's only pieces of paper with questions on it, clipped together. "But it has the power to send someone to a university or to be condemned to an eternal life of cleaning toilets", says some textbook-studying, tuition freaks. That's why I chose the latter. Being unemployed isn't that bad, you can sit on the couch and watch tv all day. Plus, if you eat potao chips alot, you can be a couch potato! Well, I imagined myself being a school janitor at day and masked vigilante at night, saving innocent civillians from the clutches of evil and banishing crime from the city of Malacca, just like my childhood superhero, BATMAN! Then, I'll have my own theme song and a cool black cape, complete with uber-cool gadgets like radioactive machine guns, C4 bombs, nightvision goggles and a Kelawar mobile like in the Batman & Robin movie. The best part of it is saving damsels in distress and getting to date them only to realise that I'm just a high school janitor. Oh, crap! I guess exams are also important too. But then, if only I were Bruce Wayne, or Kevin Wayne, just imagine that. Saving the world from the Pelawak or the Orang Dua Muka and looking for hot girls in Got-ham city. Batman Rules!