You think I'm joking?

I've always wanted to write something about this, but I've never gotten down to doing it. This post is also coincidentally the first post of my newly titled web log. I've had 2 of them previously but they're now hidden somewhere. It is often in my most pressing of times that I choose to do the unnecessary. Thus I exercise more, read, hypothesize and converse more with friends when deadlines and examinations draw near.

Anyways. There's always the remote possibility that you've got crap on your face. Remote, but possible. Let me explain.

Let's say one John Tan lives somewhere in the East Coast, and one fine blue Monday morning he's late for school. Now it rained heavily the night before, thus causing an overnight piece of dog poo to permeate into the grassfield between his home and his usual bus stop. There is of course, still remnants of poo on the ground surface. John see's his bus approaching, and he sprints across the field. He is obviously oblivious (hah! obviously oblivious) to the fact that he stepped on the spot of overnight-rain-dissolved shit. So he arrives in the lecture hall and he's late, but he sees his friends on the 2nd row from the back. He doesnt want to step on anyone's shoes by going through the sides, so he steps over an empty seat on the 1st row to get to them.

An hour later of course, you sit on that seat John stepped on. And later the lecture gets boring...and it's getting cold and your hands are clammy. So you squirm and bite your lips and sit on your hands. Then an SMS comes in and you reply. And after class, you take a call from your friend. And that's how you get shit on your face.