Melancholy me.

Saturday, June 23, 2007

20.06.2007
School is such a drag. I dread waking up every morning. The hours are too early. The days become too long. The night before was spent “burning the midnight oil” (or so they say) doing homework, studying, tuitions, keeping awake because of school. By the time I actually sleep, it is nearly 3 am. I wake up at 6am. My three hours of sleep are too little for me to survive the say, let alone, concentrate. The lack of sleep makes my eyelids burn with desire to close every time I hear the drowning voice of the teachers. Pfft. Teachers. Where do I begin? My walking, talking, “teaching” nightmares. Making my life more terrible everyday. Doing it with a smile on their face. Making me feel as if there’s hell in my class. Their voice, the sound of death. Shattering glass as it is too high pitched or so low you would think it’s their last. The homework thy give me strips me of an afternoon of joy-filled activities. I feel as if I am trapped in a small room with barely enough space for me. My only happiness, a window. A window with the bright shining sun peeping through representing my hope. Making me feel sane in this crazy world I live in. I feel happy. For just a moment. A split second, but then, the piles of homework come. Stacking. Higher and higher. Until my window, my source of happiness, freedom, sanity and hope is covered. Making me wallow in the darkness and despair of which is my life. Making me slowly drift towards obscurity. I become nothing. An empty shell. A walking zombie. A creature of the night banished from the world of the day. Banished from the world of fun (or so it seems). I sometimes wonder, if it’ll ever lead a normal life. But just as the thought comes and I start to drift away…I wake up. I snap back into reality. I wake again into my nightmare which I call school. Is it really a mystery why we teenagers dread school? The food in school isn’t exactly what I call great either. The same old things I’ve been eating since the beginning of time. Sometimes, I don’t even think it’s hygienic. The people running the canteen stalls look so disgusting I’d rather eat on the floor at home. It is so much cleaner. The rules in school are just silly and make no sense. I understand the need for some but others are just out of the question. I come to school for an education (and may I point out I’m not exactly getting a good one) not to abide by some silly rules which I had to agree to by force. I don’t see how the color of my hair can affect what I get for my exams. Or how by wearing a colored bra will too. Does painting my nails make it any different? No! Then??? Why all the silly rules…I bet you these rules were put out there to ruin our life…miserable (or as I like to say it miserable-err). I curse the ministry of education everyday. And what’s up with them and enforcing KK? I don’t see the point of it. Wasting money to wear some stinky gay uniform (and may the designer be shot to death for designing such hideously ugly things) and stay back till 5pm in the afternoon. Heelllooooo. Am I the only one thinking straight here? Have the ministry people forgotten our homework pile, tuitions and out-of-school activities? They are inconsiderate…evil. There was once a time when Muslim students choose either agama or art for their spm…now…its agama all the way! Whoo-hoo =\
The religion Islam is actually a beautiful religion but because of the fanatics making the religion to what they like. I can get killed for this but I’m saying it anyway. Why do that. Don’t they realize they are making people look at the religion in disgust?! Making their own think that way too. I personally think if you’re a pure person….you’re good. All these little factors add up to my despair of hating school. I used to hate it but now I really HATE it. (I stress on the word HATE…HATE…DESPISE)
To put it simply:
Waking up early + homework + teachers + food + rules + religion + KK = I HATE SCHOOL

Oh wait…I’m missing something. Friends.
Friends. You think you know them but you have no idea. They bitch, backstab, lie and rate. Really. They say nasty things behind your back but are as sweet as candy in front of your face. I have had my share of it. Not once, not twice but throughout my life. People spreading rumors about me making other (stupid bitches) turn against me. And when I say people, I mean PERSON. There’s this one girl in my school who is sooo jealous of me, she spreads things about me. I mean, nasty things. Mean things. But I will never stoop to her level. I have dignity. I sit behind her and imagi8ne how I can torture her in the most unimaginable ways. It makes me feel better. What could she have possibly said? Well, ask the prefect gang in my school. They should know.
FYI: YOU THINK I DIDN’T KNOW ARR! I KNOW KAYHSS!

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