erased.. all erased. my artwork on the table is gone. dededede, gone.
juvenus
okay, rant time!
i feel like i have more of that maternal instincts. more domesticated and more responsible kinda thing. im getting so domesticated. ive already started cooking my own shit, so that i could eat it in school. yes, i bring my lunch to school. and thats because food in canteen barely met the demand to feed the massive food intake due to the crazy population in bhss. the vendors are making brisk business everyday. the situation in a stall during recess were so busy as if its game day in national stadium. everyday.
oh something cool:
even after school, former mhss stall, (that makcik stall) even had their roti johns out of stock. they were selling like hot cakes. and as far as i know, the sale of roti johns in mhss were as stagnant as a dead fart. almost nobody bought them back then. man, the people here are animals, i tell you.
that bring me to a subject that being in the stupid bhss school is an epitome of experiencing culture shock. its a complete opposite of what it was in good ol' monks hill. i could say that bhss is like a prison, and it was like living in freedom, happiness and sometimes vices in a free world called, mhss. where no one ever gets punished or forced to do anything correctional work. the loudest noise emitted from anything is a good PA system, own student or Karamjit, nothing else.
the national anthem every morning is dead calm.
sometimes its i picture myself as a prospective aristocrat living the loft at soho in new york. grass was green, living as free as a horse. things were looking up sunny and brighter than sunshine.. and after that i was thrown to guantanamo penententiary.. its like NS comes early. everyone from the teaching faculty were granted yelling rights, and none for the students.
national anthem should be sang out loud.
cell block D, you're released for your break: *beeept!
and theres such shit as
Lightning Risk Alert.
the school is geographically fucked.
everyone hit the deck. run for cover, motherfucker. anything outdoor is barred and suspended during the lightning risk ordeal. you gotta stay indoor. its hard looking for something not lame to pass the time in a shitty school. so if it rains from 3pm-6pm, you cant go home till 6pm or till the rain stops.
Temperature Taking. (last few years, i never laid any thermometer on my lips despite the risk back then were more epidemic with diseases like SARS, bird flu, HMFD at the period of time. and at least, we didnt punished with hours of detentions if we didnt bring thermometers. instead smarter measures were taken such as using something called 'disposable thermometers
only 87.3% brought the thermometer, which means, 23.7 % brought
non-functional thermometer or even worst, didnt even bring! you see people, this
is utterly disastrous.
bla.. blaa blaa... we are selling batteries
in the bookshop for 50cents.
- stupid
Reading Time.
self-explanatory. (*scoff)
Wearing a tie
everyday, every morning.
Shoes. White, and white only.
i dont give a fuck, im wearing my adidas with black stripes and blue details. and if they got something to say about that, suck it. they are promoting some kinda shoe racism.
All food stays in the canteen.
even bottled drinks, they would assign an army of prefects surrounding the canteen perimeter to prevent peoples bringing any kind of food or drinks out. its like customs check. dont comply, and a china student with a big fat mole on the neck would kaopei you to death.
and many others including rampant stealings, frequent robbery, anal peoples, lousy systems.
besides all that bullshit i went through, most my former homies said that im drifting away, and they assume that i feel right at home in that crap school. ugh. dumbasses. i shouild haf went to art school. but mum wont allow. only alternative to displace my skills of sketch/drawing is through DnT and not Art subject.. and in poly, the only course closest to my talent/capability is Visual Comm. nothing much else, and not as much as Art schools. the freedom of choice of mine is not as free as i thought. so i guess the only way is: 'just do well, shut up, and take whats given.
then when you have the money, we'll start talking. because, in life its really no money, no talk'. thats what my dad said to me.
i just want to have kids, my first name as a surname and then ill go to a mental hospital, do oil-painting for the rest of my life and after i die, my kids would auction them, fetch millions of dollars, and they would live a more comfortable, but meaningful life.. or at least ill be a teacher of some sort.
"a teacher affects eternity, he can never tell where his influence stops"
- henry adams.
come to think abt it. im just blessed that im able to blog.
ill blog and the morning after that, if possible ill be goin online and read the comments in this blog as its a shallow indication of my existance. though sometime i get lame ones, it still makes me happy.
didnt expect this entry to turn out to a mindless rambling of random boring insight , ill be back with more toilet stories, soon.
oh, and ive made a gym journal/blog. private stuff.
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