Wonky Loser-ish Bozos.
Drats, Dad didn’t allow me to pon school. I’m a loser 
Now Mrs Yeo tells us some shit, she says if we didn’t paragraph our answers in the geog common test, she’ll substract 2 marks.
Hello blind bozo, you’ve never told us that before. First it was substracting 2 marks off if we didn’t highlight the key points [Not that it helps] and now it’s paragraphing answers. Full of rubbish, that woman is.
Another bozo is a girl whose blog I read the other day. I’ve hated her initially, I still do, except probably not as much because she hasn’t been bugging me, but still, she’s a bozo.
I know how people who receive complaints like, “YOUR BLOG SARKS LAH!” will respond by saying, “Then don’t read it. Press the ‘x’ button at the corner of the page if you don’t like my blog!”
In a way, that’s true. I do try to refrain from reading her blog because I loathe her with every fibre of my being, but she provides entertainment for me when I’m really bored. That is exactly why people read blogs which suck to them, I do it too. Hey, doesn’t everybody? Except Xiaxue’s, because that one’s just bad.
Anyway, back to her.
I chanced upon one of her entries where she got really emo-ly depressed over mediocre results.
So she sobbed and sobbed and sobbed and actually went to bang her head against the wall, and told everyone that she wanted to committ suicide
Furthermore, she proclaims it in her blog as if she’s proud that she went to the extent of beating herself up over this trival matter.
All these wonky bozos, such as Yeo and this results-crazy girl, they all are just.. So wonked up.
Yeo still holds a grudge against me ever since I was supposedly “unenthusiastic” during the NZ trip, probably due to that results-crazy girl’s complaints. No seriously, Yeo still gives me the look during geography lessons and whenever I speak to her. Get over it, woman.
Results-crazy girl has an unknown source of grudge against me too. Maybe if she’s egoistic enough, she probably thinks I ponned the NZ dance practices just to piss her off, thus the high and mighty attitude.
But what I don’t get is how can you possibly kill yourself over mediocre results. Banging your head as well. Banging your head isn’t going to help, is it. It’s only going to kill your brain cells which actually produce these mediocre marks, so killing them off will only result in even suckier grades. Killing yourself isn’t going to make the whole world mourn about how if only they’ve been fair to you for that paper, you would’ve lived. Boohoo.
Taking “revenge” on the world takes in a form of killing yourself? Wasting life away just to make people feel guilty, are these bozos actually serious? Most will think you were plain stupid. Perhaps some will feel awful, they’ll go like, if only I’ve done this and that, she would’ve lived. Alright, accomplished your motive. Now what? You’re not going to know whether you managed to succeed in your dumb goal, because by golly! Guess what? You’re dead.
I know she probably just did and spew all of that rubbish to attract attention to herself, maybe gain some sympathy in hopes of receiving pity marks from her teacher. What really irks me is this perverse facade which teachers and people actually fall for. Yeah, it’s the teachers like Yeo who fall for this dumb trick.
I can’t understand how people’s lives revolve around grades. Such losers. Getting an F or an A doesn’t determine life fulfillment or not, or whether that empty space in your heart is going to be filled. Heck, it doesn’t even judge how intelligent you are! It merely grades you on how well your regurgitate. Like that’s commendable.
Ah well, who knows, I can’t possibly fully understand the mind of another, maybe there’s more to it.
But since I’m unable to comprehend their wonky minds.. I say they’re losers.
Ah, Yeo. There are teachers I just don’t get. I wonder why teachers become teachers. I asked my dad, and he said it’s because he likes to help. Who can forget Ng Thai Sheng. Why be a teacher when no one understands you? Or a more specific question, why did the school hire someone whom no one understands?
Erm. Off point. Anyway, if helping and having a heart is the case, why are there irrational teachers who scream at you till the school collapses and tells you to copy the textbook 10 times? You don’t do that unless you loathe someone, you don’t do that if you have a ‘heart’.
If I were a teacher, I just can’t imagine scolding the hell out of a poor student who forgot to bring his textbook. You’re going to create a bad day for this poor kid, all because he was in a rush in the morning and simply forgot to bring his book because he’s too focused on getting to school on time to avoid a scolding. Ironic, when you actually do receive a scolding after all.
So I’m wondering what these teachers are thinking when they scream and punish you endlessly. What ARE they thinking? The teachers always say they do this because they’re passionate about you learning from your mistakes or whatever, but it really serves as nothing except as an irrational scolding from a teacher. And for some, it really affects them.
I guess it can’t be all smiles all the time being a teacher. But if there are such.. Well, generally put, nice teachers who never give a horrible deadly scolding, why can’t they [the grumpy screamo teachers] be like them [the smiley teachers] too? It’s pretty much equivalent to asking us students, if there are others who can get 20/20 for a test, why can’t you too? It’s such an irritating question, isn’t it.
Arh blah, I’m rambling.
So. Today was half-day. Aiyan, FL, Julien and I went to watch Pink Panther.
Ivan said he’d buy the tickets for Final Destination 3 for us because he’s 16 and we’re not, but realised that when we enter the cinema, they’d check for IC.
We decided to watch Pink Panther and it was 12.15 already, it started at 12.10. Aiyan helped herself by tearing the tickets from the box-thingy and the woman told us to take the elevator.
We ran away laughing like mad, because we thought the cinema was just 2 floors above, why’d she ask us to take the elevator?
So we ran all the way up like crazy idiots, only to be told by the ticket-tearer [I dunno the proper term lah] that we had to take the elevator up to the 9th floor.
We cursed and took the elevator, and entered a whole new world we never knew existed in Cineleisure! It looked amazing, fatass TV screens for you to play XBox and computers and all that groovy shit.
Pink Panther was.. Eh. Drats, I thought the culprit would be the bad-guy inspector himself, but it was Whatevername The Trainer Who Trains. Hah, okay, that was funny.
That’s about it. Tomorrow’s a Saturday, whooooooooot.