Wednesday, March 30, 2005
i feel that anger management is underestimated.
people can just flare up and do scary things.
a certain classmate of mine exploded and turned into a manic psychopath this afternoon. he was at the front of the class with naf and min er [ who were supposed to make announcements or something ] for some reason. actually he had no reason to be there so he was just extra-ing around.
anyway, the class was making alot of noise [ wow so what's new ] and naf was shrieking at us to keep quiet and sit down. but not alot of people did so, so i guess he got extremely frustrated or something. he shouted at the class to shut up and sit down. that happens alot of times so we were like whatever.
then he went back to his seat, took his chair and hurled it right across the room with SUCH unearthly force! i think it was an attempt to look macho while being angry but it failed spectacularly, only confirming my suspicions that he was a downright freak.
woaahh im so scared ahh!
actually, no, i am deeply disturbed. it was totally uncalled for. civilised people do not throw chairs around. who knows what he might throw next. he might just turn into incredible hulkfreak and start throwing people around.
change of subject.
i love my dad.
i was supposed to get my new specs on monday but my dad's pay haven't come yet. so sad. but im getting them this coming monday, which is only three days away! yay! it rhymes. haha. anyway. and he's paying the full price. 78 bucks. i paid the $20 deposit, so he's paying the rest. actually he's only supposed to pay half, but he wants to pay full.
who am i to protest?
i fucking hate drama so much. i want to bloody quit and join library.
yesterday's drama session was so fucked-up. there's no other adjective to describe, just so fucked-up. so we were supposed to finish spraypainting the cubes by 4.30. i asked for extension to 4.45, a measly 15 minutes, but no, mrs k wanted 4.30. so i said, okay fine.
actually its such a long story i cant be bothered to type.
i was so pissed off by the end of the session i turned psycho myself. i was flinging wallets around, and i refused to talk to ms lee during lit just now. they suck ah.
i mean, if i don't care about the syf play, then why the fuck would i come for drama anyway? i'll just skip and do dc for all i care. if we were lounging around, why would we bother to paint the cubes and carry them up and down? so fucking unreasonable.
i don't want to talk about this shit anymore.
im now in the library with siti. supposed to do lit project, but since my comp at home is spoiled, i'll blog lah.
cant be bothered to blog anymore.
funkadelic @ 11:34 PM
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