Useless People Burn In Hell; My Hell.

And may I mention it is damn hot there.

I hate the fact our school is accepting rejects from other schools and doesn't know how to kick certain students even though they are useless to the school. Parasites parasites parasites. Might as well spray Shieldtox in their useless parasitic faces. Bizass.

About today, Merentas Desa thingie went okay. Nothing special throughout the whole day as I was 'prize-boy'. G*d, it even sounds wrong. Whatever, at least I still got to walk around helping teachers and getting on their good side. I love prefectorial benefits. Love it, love it, love it.

I was very surprised at the fact that 3 'Gangster Wannabe' guys won 1st, 2nd, and 4th place. By cheating. F*ck them, man. Why did they do that? It's so rude. And the stupid checkpoint markers should be photocopied pieces of paper given out with chops on them. Then at the last checkpoint, get stapled with coloured bullets. Not even innovative. I wonder which teacher thought of the whiteboard marker-marking idea. They should ask me. ME. MEMEMEMEME. Why? Because I'm smarter than your average stupid 'Gangster Wannabe'. Very much.

Mummy and dad are at work for some reason. Mummy has been busy at center point, the new area near GCM. She's a consultant working for a new concept bar. Am so proud of mummy coming out of her shell. Dad on the other hand is swamped with agreements and documents in the office. Everyday he comes back tired, because of 'work'. Even though I'm only in school a quarter of a day, and him half a day, he has air-conditioning, a sofa chair, secretaries to do the little things, an office boy to send stuff around and a canteen that has food a LITTLE better than our school canteen. And I am absorbing information and trying to fuse it into my brain while he just uses what he already knows and makes decisions of which he is able to ask around if he encounters any problems along the way. And no exams.

If you ask me, schools should give us a type of test that determines our profession. After we get our results, we learn all the f*cking basics and do our best and focus on the requirements for that profession. Like, I take the test and my results say that I should be a veteranarian, then our government should send us to the specific school that focuses on 'veteraning'. Even though we have to live away from our parents if that school is not in town, we'll get used to it if it was the system. TO whoever doesn't want to work, OH WELL *kick*. If we want to be a doctor, what is the use of history, geography or accounting? Sure, it's 'basic knowledge', but screw that, we don't have enough time for our Physics or Chemistry syllabus as it is. I hate 'basic knowledge'. I love common sense. Why don't we have classes for common sense? It's better than dead people. We're at a diplomacy here, who cares about what happened in the past. WHO!? What? Some people who've suffered at those time before and are nearing their date of expiry? Well, here's a thought, we can't change the past can we?

Yes, I know I'm mean, but I am still pissed at the fact that 'Gangster Wannabes' got 1st and 2nd place. B*stards. Hope they never get a job and get their arms and p*nis' cut off by real gangsters. Yes. Chop chop chop.

Prozac Pls.

I need happy pills. It's not that I'm not happy, I just want to forget a few things. What things you ask? Well, for one thing, forget that my reader(YOU), is a busy-body. And that I am defending Kristine, whom does not wholly get the point of equivalent exchange. I be nice to you, you be nice to me. But she doesn't appreciate me :(. Well, it's not as if I have a yearnin' for some lovin'(sick), I want benefit for being such a good friend to such a confused person(Kristine). I know it sounds bad that I expect some returns, and I know Kristine will read this one day and blow her top, but I don't care, it's how nature is, either you are in a mutual relationship whereby the 'host'(Me) and 'thing'(Kristine), both benefit from each other. If it isn't mutual, it's called parasitism. And we all hate the word 'parasite'. Hmm. All in good wishes Kristine, don't burn my house just yet.

On another note, Lydia and Belinda are being mean to me. I don't want to say anything about how they treat Kristine, because there 'shoulden't be anything wrong' according to them. Belinda stole Lydia from me... :( I am at a loss of a friend... And Belinda is overly shy about borrowing my stuff now. How rude. Even when I'm willing to it by goodness of heart? Okay, maybe I'm not that nice, but I freaking saved some pasta for her the other day when Lydia and Samuel were about to eat the whole damn container. Belinda, if you're reading, you OWE me whether you like it or not. Hee hee heeeeeeeeeeeeeee. I'm like the devil in a way, you take something for me, I'll use it as a reason to take something in return. Like your SOUL! BWAHAHAHAHA!!!!!

About Lydia, she's being cold towards me for talking to Kristine I think. Just because I wanna keep people together doesn't mean I'm against one party. That's just mean. And nasty. And hurtful. And I think I wanna cry in the corner. Okay, maybe it's not that bad, but really, losing a person like Lydia really hurts. It's just like losing someone like Grace, who is usually a passive friend. She'll be nice to you even though she hates your guts. :(. Friendship is a bad thing. We should all just kill each other. Ya.

Hmm, tomorrow is Merentas Desa day. I'll be involved with the prizes. Oh joy, I have to wear the school uniform the whole day! And it just so happens my prefect branch has not experience with prize-giving! Whee! WHO FREAKING SWITCHED OUR JOBS!? I KEEP ASKING AND NO ONE GIVES A DIRECT ANSWER. WHO!? @#$% V MUCH.

I love my earpiercings. I just find them so smexy(shut up if you think otherwise, *sshole). I mean, the 'gangster wannabe' students most just have 1, whilst I have a shecksy 3. Very mwaks(I don't know what I mean either, just go with the flow). It gives me a sense that I'm more badass than those dumb kids. Wait till I go to school with my ear thingies. That'll show those d*ckheads.

Now that mummy(omg) is working as a consul for one of the big 'pai-kia' bosses, I'm kind of glad that my mummy(omg) can send more experienced gangsters to kick some secondary school bizass sh*tz. YOU GOT ME, BIZASS SH*TZ W00T!!!!! But yah, although she could, I have no right to say I have gangster help because the PK boss isn't my dad. Sad much. Would love to live as a PK rich kid for just a while. Would be so awesome. "Like, you did NOT just f*cking touch me, b*otch". Cool.

I'm not expecting much from the prefect trip now. Was excited at first, because I haven't been anywhere else apart from Kuching. I love KL! Even though it has been 9-10 years since I been there. Yes, I am pitiful. SO WHAT!?

Tee hee hee. Can't wait to see someone. No, wait. Two someones.

I guess this is all I can say. I wonder if anyone reads. I've been so freaking busy with tuition classes it's hard to update. But I swear to update once a week at the least. Meheheh.

Farewell Kim How, May You Never Feel SPM Dread.

Kinda sad that he's leaving, now Sharon is left to do all the work. I guess the highboard is trying to help as much as they can, but when it comes down to it, 1 K.P.(Ketua Pengawas), is just not enough. Oh yeah, and I haven't been posting very much. So who gives a damn.

This afternoon was quite enjoyable actually, with Lee Kim How coming later, along Ms/Mdm?Jenny, and Mr.Marcus, but he came a little bit later. Moving on, you can't believe how much fun a mini watergun is to people. I mean, I brought mine and it turned out to be quite a turn on(I don't know if I'm using that right). Kristine was especially fond of it. Please refer to pictures in her blog for reference. It's right on the side moron. No, the other right. Stupid.

Well, Lydia, Paulina, Kristine, Grace, und Sarah decided to go 'waddle' in the waddling pool(is that what it's called?). Soon enough, they all got wet, and Sarah apparently slipped on her turgid bum. She refused to have it massaged otherwise. After they had had enough(yes, had had is not a typo), we walked back to the barbecue area where the rest were at. Apparently we didnt have wiregauze, so BBQ was out of the question, even though Ko Xiang Yi(please check out blog for more pictures too) brought charcoal. Woulden't have BBQ'ed anyway if we had wiregauze because Qhadzrool was kind of late to the gathering, even though he brought some marinated lamb and fish fillets. What a waste. They looked good raw too. Heek.

What else... See? This is why I don't blog so often. I take everything as boring right after it's over with. I wish I went to Hong Kong. Wait, I wish I went anywhere apart from Kuching all the time. Speaking of Kuching... Hmm, talk about that later. Let me blabber about the white Lydia picture you would see in Kristine's blog. There were better pictures I swear, but apparently Kristine doesn't know how to pick out the nice ones. Go figure. She had a really creepy one after the flour blowing game. Yah, Lydia, Paulina, Chrispian, Sharon and Kim How all blew flour for some game. Sad that the participation was bad, but the rest of the mess ups were just as good.

I'm feeling strangely hungry. I haven't eaten dinner you see, and I ate very little at the gathering at Taman Awam. Sharon was right, there were more drinks than food. Felt so sorry my mom coulden't cook something. The plate would have been wiped out. But too bad, I refused when she said I could bring pasta there. Hell no. As if I'll share my bolognese sauce with anyone. It's bad enough my family gets to eat it too. Mine mine mine.

Seems like I have nothing else to say about the day. Oh, there was also that scene were a water pipe was twisted sideways, and when it was turned on, water sprayed out quite violently to the left. Chrispian sat on the twisted pipe and got high. Just kidding. He made it look like he urinated a hella blast of pee. To think we're already Form 5. I miss Form 3 and 4. Oh gawd, SPM is this year. F*CK.

Oh, please take a listen to Nelly Furtado's "Say It Right". Kinda nice. Ask it from me if you're too lazy to download it yourself, pig. Did I mention Kristine was too lazy to download it too? Pig. Ha. Ha. Ha.

About the Kuching thing. This Chinese New Year I am supposedly going to go to KL. Am not expecting much because of father's gawd-damned frugality issues. I shall go into deeper detail on that later. Apparently my 'pitiful' grandmother in Kuching asked my dad on the phone if we're going to visit her again after the trip to Kuching. The whole trip to KL was almost cancelled synonymously after the phone call because my dad felt so 'sorry' for her. She probably used a frail tone. Damn damn damn. I do not want to f*cking visit any damned houses. Screw the ang-pows, it's just an equivalent trade between parents, except that sometimes people are so damn cheap. My granma isn't though, but I still don't want to spend my CNY in Kuching, AGAIN. I don't have anything against my relatives there, nothing at all. It's just that all I'm asking for is to go to f*cking KL. Everyone else I know has been there recently. Why can't I? It's not a jealousy issue that's making me want to go, I just want to go somewhere ELSE. If you could feel the feeling of damnity in me right now I bet you would like to throw the television at my dad too. Frugality is a sin, as the woman on TV said. Damn straight, fuggah.

As I said earlier, I would talk about my dad's cheapness. But maybe not, I should try to prevent myself from an initial hate towards him. I seriously don't get along with my father at all. In the car, if he doesn't say or ask anything, I could keep quiet the whole trip, thinking of other, more significant, things. But of course, because my mom ask for me to try to get along with him, I try to talk. Do you not yet see, I am now at a stage where talking to him is a struggle? We just don't 'click'. I don't know if it will hinder me in the future, or haunt me in my sleep, but my mom was also right when she said the brothers(not brother-in-laws mind you) in my dad's direct family don't get along with their first sons. Kind of taboo, I know, but she's kind of right. All my first-son-cousins aren't in good terms with their father.

Okay, now I am pissed. He just scolded at me for blogging this late and when I should know to stop since it's not the holidays. It's f*cking Saturday you *sshole. Go b*tch on someone who thinks otherwise. Idiot.

Signing off before the moron does anything to piss me off more than I am now.
(By the way, this coulden't be posted the night the day of the gathering. So am actually reposting on a Sunday morning.)

We.Prefect.And.We.Pwn.Joo.Fuggah.

Today was first day in school. Shall ask Ko for some pictures.

Was kind of terrible the way we worked though. Everyone had gotten extremely lazy after the holidays. Very dissapointing. But I have to say we still looked extra hawt secks nonetheless.

The day started off with an assembly with principal giving a long-winded speech as usual. He doesn't have to, but he seems to get a personal high from it. May I comment again that it was really long. Unecessarily long. He kept talking about things that doesn't interest anyone. I know it might have been for motivational purposes. But seriously, we were as motivated as a bag of rice. Someone should tell him directly that less is more. Straight to the point and no 'bunga-bunga'ing. No one was listening. No one. He thinks we do just because some people stare at him. Maybe it's because they've spaced out due to the fatigue of standing up. Damn right.

Moving away from the thought of next week's assembly, at the end of school, the principal commented on why the backdrop wasn't completed for yesterdays gathering for the new students. I said we didn't have enough people. Then he still went on about the fact he gave me the job and I should have it done. Why only me? Why doesn't he 'panjat' the unstable platforms himself then. I can't do it myself, and I'm not exactly confident about my balance. He says I should ask those sitting around to help. FYI, he gave them other oddjobs to do. Apart from that, more than half of them went back home. Please la, he's treating us like dogs right now. What's more, he doesn't even appreciate what we DID do. Just knows how to show us off like trophies to those who doesn't know the schools financial status which would immediately imply that we are embarassingly poor. And what I really hated about the fact that he scolded me, was that we were informed LAST MINUTE. Gawd. If you want us to do a good job, give us time and styrofoam. Rather than cheap ass wiring tape. Geez. How disgusting is that? Seriously.

Next time there's backdrop work to do, don't f*cking tell me to do it last minute. Or with WIRING TAPE for that matter. F*ck.

Belinda and I agreed to prepare precut styrofoam letters. We shall come to school one day to make 20 of each letter and no is going to f*cking complain. No one.

Oh yes, Vanessa from 4S1 is a b*tch. And she should burn in hell. And get r*ped by 10 dogs. At the same time. And get infected with doggy HIV. And get 57 miscarriages of doggy babies. And have her v*gina ripped till her urine constantly flows. Then lastly die of many years of pain with her only surviving doggy baby slashing her with a butcher knife then eating her up while she's still breathing. Starting from her fugly face. Die, Vanessa, die.

Moving on, tomorrow we'll be in school for the afternoon to help around with the Form 1 camp thingie. Should be fun. I think. If any adult complains to me about myself, I will throw a paintbrush up their *censored*. Fuggers.

Oh ya, Lee Kim How, our Ketua Pengawas is leaving for Perth soon. We will miss the guy. I guess Ng Khin Sheng and Wong Jsun Loong are the next for the part.

All the best in Perth Kim How.

Singing out.