To magnify an unimportant day...

Call me evil, call me pansy, call me bitch, call me asshole.
Frankly speaking, one liners like those will never change me. After all, it is my decision to change for the greater good...for no one but myself.
So, please do not be surprised that I do not retaliate to certain comments and insults. (Keshinn, you suck...)

And so, I will begin with my fresh and monotonous Monday. Except that, today was a special day. Read on to find out what is so special about this day.

I started today with a song stuck in my head.
I had arrived fresh in school, only to be confronted by the fact that I am still going to look after the canteen section, whether I like it or not. And it's during break and lunch. Well! If the winds may be sooo kind, please stay until next week. Then you may leave. The canteen is kind of hot. The wind soothed me and Euu Min today during lunch.

Oh yeah, assembly time. No one had pretty much to say. Encik Iskhandar was highlighting his concept of good and bad students by way of analogy: The winners and losers.
This is so a few dim witted (if you are offended by this post, please make a public proclamation in the chatbox so I may identify the dim witted majority) people will not take it to offence but people like me(I am not claiming to be a genius) can interpret it as otherwise. I can see through analogies. Or at least I think I can. As he was presenting his speech, I noticed a few people(I will not scoff or mention their names...) poking themselves. Oh well...dimmies.

Jammy taught for 20 minutes today what she purported as a new syllabus for the Form Five this year. Lets all face it. We will always have new syllabuses every year. Something about the heart and blood pressure. Let me look through it later. Mr Khoo arrived about 30 minutes later while Jammy was teaching(let me remind you, 40 minutes are allocated for each slot and Jammy has coincidentally 1 slot for the day only. Since she was giving a piece of her mind to us prefects in the hall after assembly, we practically went for break as soon as she had stopped her speech i.e. at 11.13...that's 20 minutes of her lesson in 5Sc1 gone) and asked her to stop and release us all from her custody and allow us to make our way to the Physics lab. I had found Distraction there. After the mind boggling experiment, Khoo went on explaining about the interference of the waves and the superposition of the waves and...boom!!! Distraction hit me in the face. Sleep, whom I was already familiar with, whispered some secret in my ear...,"Go to sleep..."
I tried to ignore it, only to find Distraction. The lighting during Mr. Khoo's explanation did not help:it was semi dark as no one (including myself) had taken the initiative to switch on the lights. Easy come, easy go. In left ear, out right ear. Hopes he goes through it again on the next class. Hoooohum...

Chemistry was not that bad. But history was. Crap.
After lunch, Mr. Rama appeared in the class before I did.(canteen...remember??)
And for the first time in my entire life in school, I slept for an uninterrupted 5 minutes before being 'rudely' awakened. Mr Rama did that 'tegur' thing and went on to say that sleeping on Sunday afternoons are bad. And I quote, "Do not make sleeping on Sunday afternoons a habit!"
He said with conviction. Oh yeah, did I fail to mention that I had an ear on and the other off while he was discussing something while I was sleeping?
I slept only because he was not discussing the paper with us. He was talking about the Altantuya murder case with some fellow classmate of mine. (trying to justify his dishonourable actions) Hey! I had the right to sleep!!!

Oh yeah, and earlier in the day, I had found out the Japanese guy's name. Shuya Tsuchiya. I'll call you Tsuch!(has he any right to do so???) And so, he will arrive with all the fanfare on the 9th of February.

Made a discovery. The more sick stuff you continue to read, the meaner and sicker you get. I have read Stephen King like mad since I was, what? 15? Which was last year but a year makes hell of a lot of difference to a person. And now, I think darker and more cynically. Trying to improve actually. By not reading any more King. But still, there's still Lisey's Story and Cell for me to lay ownership to. Only thing is my mom will scream if I ever mention his name.

John: Hey ma, how bout Dean Koontz??
Mom: Don't even think about it.

But honestly, George Orwell's Nineteen Eighty-Four is all I can think about nowadays. Animal Farm left me craving for more.

Read any good books lately? (do not say Harry Potter. Everyone knows Rowling writes good books. So does Paulo Coelho.)
Tell me something I do not know.