Monday, March 05, 2007
*this part has been edited for security reasons*
another thing about mondays. i have 3 periods of math, 2 A math and 1 E math, which usually leaves me with a headache and depression. too much math is bad.. well math is bad.
anyway, school went okay. nothing special. until the last period, where aliah or however the hell you spell our loverly chem teacher's name was screaming her lungs off at prasad to shut the hell up, we had an announcement for all of us to go to the hall. tony was talking about having a public caning soon and everyone knew there was gonna be one, so everyone was all excited. it's the same disgusting desire in everyone to want to see someone else suffer. why did the romans have gladiators? they were human. why did eli roth create 'hostel'? he's human too, no matter the bullshit he says about the film being about american ignorance, but that's beside the point. even a tiny thing like caning makes us all excited. when mark chua was testing his cane everyone was like gasping. then when he actually caned them.. anti climax. oh well, good for them i guess.
school ended on that ominous note. lim wan nah was once again flexing her disciplinary muscle while we were walking out the door (anyone who gets caught doing lalalalala). remy came over. we had fun, we played dota. i played a game with PA, he used night stalker. after that we had dinner and he left.
my mom's so restrictive. i understand the importance of self control,but her method of imposing it on me feels more like her abusing her authority. jeremy, you can only use internet for an hour. why? because i said so. FUCK, man. it's small things like this that she likes to do that really get to me. she treats me like a fucking 5 year old (jeremy if you don't go to sleep by 10 you can't use internet or computer tomorrow). oh well, i don't want to bitch about my dear mother.
i feel like everything's falling apart for me, and i'm only 15.
ANYWAY, SOMEBODY WANTED HER NAME ON THIS POST.
amanda chia the drama queen rocks! (:
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