prior to my 13 of feb post, i'd like to make a simple addition to, "the chronicles of the holey moley complain queen". i don't care how childish and immature it sounds, but i want to make a point here - that nobody should set laws, set rules, create logics, and judge others. this was what happened today, which left me frustrated. she, the one and only (ugly stupid stinking mole-d bitch), told me off when i told her that i wasn't sure if the dnt folios were to be handed in today. and i have to know the answer, i have to OR ELSE I'LL DIE A HORRIBLE DEATH OF A LIGHTING STRIKING MY SKULL, MY FAMILY WILL SUFFER BAD FORTUNE THIS CHINESE NEW YEAR, MY MAID WILL COMMIT SUICIDE, MY FRIENDS WILL ALL DIE OF SMOKING, simply because i am the monitor. i went further on, saying, "so i'm the monitor, i have to get full marks for all my O level papers.?" she nodded her head, and said, "yah," and then i went on, "so i have to be perfect at everything since i am the monitor.?" she nodded her head again, and replied the same answer. i tell you, i almost gave her a chokeslam right in the middle of the hall right through and down into the canteen tables. something pulled me back - i figured it was my position as the vice monitor. i kept my cool, and kept silent. finally, she walked away. what she said churned in my mind briskly, even when i was eating at mr prata with my schoolmates, and even when zhu an and carvey came over to my house to swim.

according to the queen's rule, this is what it takes to be a monitor - you're fucking required to know all your math sums, be able to write every chinese character available, know the meanings of every english vocabulary, memorise the mass of every element, compound, or mixture, and understand how they bond and how they are bonded, know the speed of light, sound and rate at which your shit exits from your asshole, know how to disect a person's body into 2000 parts and identify every single portion of it even when it is all mixed up in a big black thrash bag (maybe piece them up altogether again), and lastly, you have to design and build something as large scale as the esplanade in singapore, before you can be given the special title MONITOR.

i'm extremely sorry for doing her wrong. i apologise, i'm not up to it.

FUCK YOU.!

if you somehow feel that i'm boasting aloud when you read the next portion, you're... bloody correct. i think i deserve the least of gratitude for marking the attendance of everybody after every lesson, carrying all your heavy zhuo wen and ying yong wen and ting xie book, handing out forms personally (be it consent forms, letters to parents) to every single one of you, make announcements aloud in class (which is something that makes me feel extremely awkward after doing so), and suffer the guilt plus humiliation when i do something very wrong because i'm the monitor.

and the best way to show your gratitude is to fucking zip up your "unclosable" mouth and not comment on the decisions i made, because they are for your welfare. and to top it all up, your friend is the monitress too. so, if you think we, as monitors, should be capable of every single thing on earth, do us a favour and kill god, so we can take his place. which is something that will never happen.

to think i actually asked about why your friends are quarelling.

on a much happier and lighter note, i will be leaving for a short 5 day guided tour vacation around 4 states in malaysia on the coming sunday morning. that means, i will not be present in school on wednesday and thursday; that means when i return, i will have loads of incomplete work and assignments; that means i will have many tests waiting for me to fail.

my chinese teacher, the sexy beast that was on stage today during the chinese new year concert, actually stopped me from going. i explained to her that my dad and family needed this trip badly, since everyone of us were so busy last year (moving house, cars, etc). we needed a break, and so did my dad. i have never seen him skipping work, taking an off day every single 365 days last year, when he can relax at home and wait for calls from the employees working at his parallel import car company. that means, no MCs, no breaks, no rest. he will always return home grumpy with the angry look on his face. i initially felt discouraged everytime i see his face, but figured it was because of fatigue soon. i hope this trip will be fun, and one that i can make full use of my camera.

i have to give credit to my chinese teacher for dressing up as a big red packet today. her clothe were tight-fitting, and coloured in an extremely bright red. i guess she was wearing red lingerie today, because aged chinese people are usually very superstitious.

till then.