Regulate. Regulate?

Again.
I am going to rant about the exciting battlefield my school has turned into.
We've all grown so weary, so disappointed and so beaten that we do not want to talk about the issues anymore... many a times, we could only stare blankly at each other, dumbfounded by the ridiculity of it all. Still NEW issues, new insults, new attacks emerge every day.

The mrt trip from Khatib and Chinese Garden is actually long enough for me to finish thinking and shake my head, then fullstop. But I am going to record it. Because I have somehow morphed into the monsters like them.
I must ensure that I remember why I was so frustrated with these vicious opportunists and that 10 years down the road, I could still feel justified for feeling the way I do now. SO that if I am pushed to the limit and forced to snap, I could retort confidently.

These monsters could talk birds down the trees, break their necks and laugh at their mangled states for weeks.
Then they would tell the whole world about their victory and celebrate, not because they have done anything meaningful. They are delighted because they got their way.
Ashamed?
Never.

The birds deserve to die, they say.
Can you condemn their actions?
No way.
Coz the reluctant mafia boss gave the go-ahead.