fucking arseholes... you're nothing. show me those snobbish faces again, and i vow i'll land a damn punch right on that hidung tinggi. bastards...

who do you think you are? you're just like us, the only differences are those long pants, tie and black shoes. i know, i know, it looks very cool... on some people. fat, tubby ones look just plain fat while the dorky snobby ones look pathetic.

i was a prefect once, so i knew how things worked. yes, i WAS a prefect. a stupid prefect. i still remember why i wanted to become one: because the uniforms looked cool. how naive, right? sigh. this is so embarrassing.

anyway, i thought it would be nice to be in charge too. i thought that for once, i would be someone who was looked up to. but of course, none of that sort happened. instead, i began to see the other side of the "cool".

NON-STOP MARCHING. CONCENTRATION CAMPS. 1000 PUSH-UPS for every single little mistake. STUPID STUDENTS who dont listen. STUPID SENIOR PREFECTS who i totally admired at first, but loathed in the end. the juniors were at the bottom of the caste system. and we were treated like shit. EVERYTHING wasnt what i expected it to be. i was crushed. what the hell was i putting myself through...?

i have to admit that as a prefect, i was very snobbish too. but i learnt that it all an act. it was all fake. i was forced to become someone i'm not. i do not like confronting people. i do not like telling them off and receiving a 'fuck off' in return. i did not like being a prefect at all. i'm not snobbish, get that? a lot of people say i look really snobbish, but i'm not a snob. well, maybe a teensy wee bit, but i'm nice if you were to know me better. (urm. correct me if i'm wrong on this issue. dont wanna make a fool out of myself. but i think it would be too late to prevent that anyway. lol)

and you know what the worst thing was? i dragged a friend along for the terror ride. i'm sorry, joel.

as always, there is the other 'worst' thing: the seniors. to those few who were nice and understanding, thank you. to the other fucktards, fuck off. they pushed us around, treating us like, as i have said before, SHIT. they were selfish, good-for-nothing morons. in every social system, the senior ones are supposed to help and guide the newbies, right? WRONG. in the prefect social system, the seniors dont give a damn about you. they scold you, they berate you, they degrade you. they undermine your self-esteem and confidence so much, you would feel like you deserved every single insult they threw at you. one of them even threatened to slap me. you nincompoop... i would have preferred a punch, thank you very much.

this entry is dedicated to the prefects who, today, were involved in the hair holocaust at school. i hate you guys and i always will. and for pete's sake, i just cut my hair yesterday dammit. it's either you're deaf or you're blind because you clearly didnt hear me and failed to obeserve that my hair was already so short. either way, you prefects are dickheads.

as for the school, i'm never sending my son(s) there. never. i dont think i'd be in malaysia anyway. the further away the better. there is virtually no freedom. none. nil. for instance, everytime ck and i DJ, we get screamed at. and then now we get our hair cut. i think the world seems to be against us. but it's for your own good, they say... well, i dont need you to know what's good for me...

...i can do that myself.

urgh. what a horrible waste of hair. all that hair-conditioning... for nothing! haha