joy to the world!
written: 8:43 p.m. on Tuesday, Feb. 17, 2004

This is going to be extremely silly and schoolgirl-ish so don't say I didn't warn you.

Well, I wrote a poem for Feather, right? Left it in his paper box on Valentine's Day and all. So today I found out from Mel that not only has he read it, he seemed to like it as well.

This is completely shocking as I truly believe that the poem that I wrote for him was one of the dumbest, silliest, crappiest and most retarded things I've ever written... okay, apart from all the junk I wrote in the timeframe of 12 and 14, but you get my point. If you don't, my point is, the poem sucks, period. It's crap. I spent too much time on it, didn't let the words flow, edited it over and over again, and thus it sucks.

According to Mel, he said some really nice things about it but I can't really remember right now. Said something about it having a feministic touch, to which my face falls as I don't like being associated with the word 'feminist', in all its myriad forms, despite the fact that I have a vagina.

But still, it's nice to know that he read it. He thought it was from one of his students, but come the hell on, can anyone in that class, apart from the brilliant Mel, write even the most mediocre of poetry? I don't think so. But yeah, apparently he wants to know who wrote it, which prompts me to insert a 'duh' here for if it were me, I'd be dying to know as well, but I didn't want to reveal my identity as I am a shy girl, whether you believe it or not, and I don't really want him knowing about me, although a part of me wants that, but the thing is, this is supposed to be a fun thing, a joke, something that makes going to GP classes less torturous, a kind of bouncing back trampoline that can get me interested in normal, non-celebrity guys/men again, and the fact still remains that I'm not myself around him so what the hell is the point of him knowing that I wrote the poem?

On the other hand, if I reveal myself to him (don't think dirty!), it would be a fantastic conversation starter, and we all know that I suck at making conversations. And he may be so impressed with me that... well, I don't know what.

But oh, how happy was I when I heard what Mel told me! I am so easily contented that it scares me, and yet, simultaneously, I am quite hard to please. Yes, it's paradoxical, but what can I do? I'm a living contradiction. Have always been since I was young.

I think I might let him know that I was the one who wrote that stupid poem, if I feel like it. If he goes for Friday's DramaFest, if I happen to be in a good mood and if I see him around, I may just tell him. We'll see. I have to evaluate all my options first and come to a suitable conclusion. No more taking by the hand by Impulse; I have too much at stake.

Actually, what do I have at stake, anyway? He doesn't teach me, I don't see him around school except when GP rolls along, and yeah, he doesn't even seem to remember my name so what the hell.

Okay, I gotta move on, watching TV in 3 minutes. Econs test sucked as I couldn't do the data response questions, as predicted, and I didn't know what a demerit good was so I pretty much screwed up the essay too. So I'll fail this test and I'll feel bad about it but I will move on anyway as it's hardly the end of the world. I did pass my Maths test though, 10/20. My cousin/tutor is a genius. Thanks dude.

Right, so during Civics today we had a monologue session in the hall. After the awfully uncharismatic vice-principal talked some shit about change in policies regarding the giving of testimonials and some conduct grade business, the principal began his monologue session by asking for opinions on this recent incident that involved pornographic VCDs and some 14-year-old schoolboys getting caught for bringing the VCDs to school.

Now, some poor student at my school was hit by a car outside the school a few days back, and I didn't know about it until my classmate mentioned it during Chinese class yesterday. So one of us, one of the "JJ family", is lying in the hospital right now, in critical condition, and not even one member of the school administration bothers to alert the school population on such a tragedy, and instead of talking about that, we're talking about some overly blown-up, overrated case of bringing porno VCDs to school.

Like, big fucking deal. So 14-year-old kids watch porn. I am so surprised and shocked. We should all ban porn as it would corrupt young minds. It would corrupt young minds as they're too stupid to know that real people do not have sex with ten women at the same time.

Whatfuckingever. And the "speeches" made by the students who went up and said their pieces further confirmed my belief that the vast and disturbing majority of JJC Science stream students have a command of English resembling that of a Neanderthal's. They can't speak proper English, their grammar is all wrong and they can't pronounce.

And you still wonder why I'm an anal retentive, snobbishly elitist English Nazi.

before sunrise // before sunset

Previously:
- - Tuesday, Aug. 29, 2017
I'm moving. - Sunday, Jul. 11, 2010
In all honesty - Tuesday, Jul. 06, 2010
What I want for my birthday... - Sunday, Jul. 04, 2010
On Roger's behalf. - Friday, Jul. 02, 2010