Thursday, November 09, 2006
Calling girls "bloody idiots" is totally uncalled for. I see no reason behind Mr ___________ (Ahmad? Ibrahim? Mohammad?) raising his voice yesterday.
Even if we try hard enough, it's going to be tough maintaining total silence in the canteen. The school invites the entire sec three cohort back for extended studies, give them a common recess and they expect us to behave like we're in a special school for the dumb and mute.
I wasn't there when it happened, but gathering from what I've heard, Mr ________ has gone overboard this time. Waaaaay overboard. Maybe he was drunk. Next time he does something outrageous like that I'll ask him, "Have you had your breakfast?" And anticipate him smashing my head with his speaker thing.
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Rah. I hate this feeling. I hate coming home to argue with mom. I hate it when all we ever do is shout at each other. I hate the fact that I lose control. Sometimes I feel that I'm living in a solitary world at home, and I hate this empty feeling/loneliness. Maybe Mr Song's right. Unknowingly, I talk alot outside because I've got no one to talk to at home. Somehow I've realized I shout to mask my hurt, or to anger mom so she will just leave me in my silent world. It scares me, because I have no idea where the real me has gone to. I'm human, and it isn't wrong to cry.
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