appreciate
silence.
Saturaday.
was a devastating and depressing day. i was left alone. i dislike being neglected. i know its a lil dumb to feel mad about issues. but sometimes, its rather hard to control emotions. they dont come and go. but for this time. yes. i came and go in 5mins. during dinnertime, once again its a depressing. i was so famished. and i need food. i will die if i dont eat any minute from then. went to BK. it was full. Long John Silver. it was also full. Back to BK. its still full. im already dying. we went to another Long John Silver and its was also full. how incredible can that be? but to our surprise. they decided to open the upper level. *relief. finally, i can eat. i ate but i wasnt really full. nevermind. we went ahead to play pool. we had to wait for 7person before its our turn. argh! frustration. while waiting. the aroma of instant noodles flow pass me. and that simply makes me hungry. starvation. the day end of alright. dalton ran funny. he ran like those cartoon show where his hand and legs re like so exaggerated and he had some speed. hahas. u should see. its funny. he was chasing zech for some illicit and lewd act. hahas.
Sunday.
Main service. Jokes. Soccer. Home. Dinner. Sleep. Done.
today
it start off like just another plain old day. alas, jus after recess. peeps were playing ball outside my class, which is along the corridor. im a turn away from my class, just at this unfortunate moment. the OM Mr Micheal Sim came. shouted across the corridor and asked everyone to stop. i didnt bother. but continue walking. bryant and me turned back out of curiousity. cos he's like calling for us to stop. true enough, he was calling for us. we stopped. and he gave us that stare. while he tried hard to get the others. he called us to sit. like we re criminal and stuff. i defy his command. he gave us that look that we played. but no. we didnt. we were just walking pass. is that wrong. he doesnt know whats wrong and whats right. why cant anyone walk pass. since thats like the only way back to my class. there's others walking too. but we got caught. dumb and stupid is he. he bought us to the General Office. he asked us to write a statement. i wrote. and stood there. afflicted. i told him that i wasnt even playing. he speak to me rudely, did i say u were playing. i remained shut. in my thoughts. "why in the first place am i here then. to assist u in doing a good deed for the school. fat hope. u must be accusing me for playing soccer with them eh. look im not even sweaty, dirty and smelly. he gotta be brainless, too relunctand to think. he's so shallow. dope!" no one in this very school cares whatever he says. he greet us during assembly. no one responds. and he claims that we re not awake, and he did it again. asshole. alwys he show us stupid stuff about the stuff. the facilites that he thinks re important. bla bla. he even showed us the water bill, the electric bill. save money for the school. my father pay taxs aright. and i pay fees. who gives a damm about ur bills. its got nothing to do with us. u jolly well pay the bills, or u get fine. not our problem. The Operating Manager, Mr Micheal Sim. he seems like jus a staff in our school that does nothing but take meaningless photos or the equipment and facilities of our school. now bills and shits. do boring presentation that everyone turns a deaf ear to him and sees nothing but blank. he got paid for nothing eh. he's jus irritating. a surfaced person. his mind for counting numbers. and he lose count. pair of eyes to see. but obviously. he sees nothing but misjudgment. a school with a mucus in it.
Spinning..
Last Days Of April - Two Hands And Ten Fingers.
Monday, July 26, 2004
