26 March 2008

STRESS.

(I think I'm stressed. I THINK. Despite my "not-that-I'm-actually-stressed" in the previous post.)

*sigh*

So many things to do, so little time.

First, there's the stupid Sports Day exhibition thing. Due to pass up on 2nd of April. Which would be ... *gulp* next Wednesday??? All the students in Form 3 are going to sell some stupid food during Sports Day. Food that I doubt people have even heard of. Some were pretty well-known though, like Roti Canai and Roti Jala.

Our class is going to sell Rempah Udang. Whatever the fuck that is supposed to be.

Nobody has heard of it. Only a few people out of a few people have heard of it before.

It's a fried sort of thing if I'm not wrong. Come on. Who eats a FRIED thing during a sizzling hot Sports Day unless they want their nose to bleed, get sore throat and fall ill?? People opt for ice creams, cool drinks, pizza, those sort of things on a hot day. That's so OBVIOUS!! Our headmistress or whoever who decided on the choices of food must have really bad eye-sight. (That's the nicer and more polite way of saying BLIND.)

WHO. WANTS. TO. EAT. THE. FREAKING. SHRIMP. THING??!?

Nobody that I know of.

We don't even know whether the shit is nice or not.

Actually our class is divided into two groups, one group is going to sell the food on Sports Day. The other (mine) is just going to find the necessary ... facts about the Rempah Udang. D'oh. Spell B-O-R-I-N-G, anyone?

Now, the problem is, our group doesn't even have time to do the project. When I'm ... uhh, available, they're not. Either they're on duty, or they have tuition classes. When THEY are available, I'm not. Thanks to Chinese Orchestra. We're having a stupid music concert this Saturday, so we have to practice for it practically everyday. What?? It IS everyday.

Our practices are mostly from 11 o'clock till 3 o'clock. My friends are all free BEFORE 3 o'clock. And I'm free AFTER 3 o'clock. I can't NOT do the projects again, can I?? The PE project last time, I didn't touch a single thing except to decorate it a little. Design the title. Easy stuff. (Not my fault. I wasn't free. I was at Cameron.)

Then we have Saturday. Miraculously all of my group members are free. No tuition, nothing. But me, I am busy from 8 o'clock in the morning until 6 o'clock at night. Damn. Unless if there's a short break in between the practices and the performance.

I'm supposed to take photos of our group members doing the project. How can we do that when there's not even a time when EVERYONE is free?? Everyone has to be in the photos or else there will be no marks. Mark. MARKS. Everything we did in school are just for marks. *clicks tongue* Pointless. If I have things my way, I'd either change the law, or I'd just quit school.

Second, we have to do the Science exhibition. Due to hand in on 14th of April. Some experiment. Some sort of contest. Some crap.

And our group has to do the filter thing.

Got to prepare those ... things. Sand, gravel, cotton, cotton balls ... Got to arrange them nicely and very, very close to each other in a soft bottle. We are experimenting on whether the thickness of the ... whatever, materials? affect the ... uhh, responding variables.

And I fucking hate our fucking Science teacher.

He's crazy and disgusting, physically and mentally. Yup. I think.

His eyes, his lips. They all freak me out. His eyes are very, very, VERY yellow. And his lips so dark it's sort of purple. I didn't actually looked but I think his teeth are yellow as well. And the way he looks at people is even worse. Ugggh.

And he's crazy. We asked him the same questions for like, four or five times and for four or five times, he didn't answer, instead, he continued talking about whatever he was talking about. Either he's deaf, he's stupid, or he's stupid. Deaf, he couldn't hear what we asked. Stupid, he heard our question but didn't know how to answer. Stupid, he heard our question but ignored us.

Try talking to him, you'll get a serious heart attack.

I was so furious, I couldn't resist getting my hands out and pretending to punch him. Of course, in my mind, his nose already bleeding, the glasses of his spectacles are broken, his specs are lopsided, two teeth missing, his eyes blood-red instead of yellow, and mushrooms coming out of his mouth.

Yes. I can imagine perfectly well how he'd look like in that state.

Sometimes I wish fantasy can become reality. (Understatement. Not sometimes. ALMOST every time.)

Once I "air-punched" him, my friends started to giggle, then we all started to laugh like shit. And you know what, the teacher joined in our laughter. That made me laugh even harder because I wasn't even sure what he was laughing at : Laughing at us laughing, or laughing at my air punch. Either way, he's still crazy. Laugh at us laugh. Unless our laughter are so infectious (I don't agree, at all), there's no reason why he would laugh with us. And laugh at my air-punching him?? I don't think a teacher is crazy enough to do so. Normal teachers would tick me off, threaten to deduct my marks, et cetera.

And the teacher's really "HELPFUL". I made sure he knew.

He's our teacher, he should be helping us in every possible way right?? Instead he gave an "advice" : "Ohh, uhh, you all find this out yourself." What the fuck.

Again I was overcame with the weird feeling of anger and laughter combined together. I just said, "Teacher, you are very HELPFUL lorr." I never heard what he said after that, but I bet he laughed. It's just the sort of thing he'd do. Maybe he thought I meant it when I said he was helpful. Maybe he didn't hear the sarcasm.

I HATE HIM!!!!! I hope he falls down the stairs one day. I know, bad of me to curse but I can't help it anymore.

Okay, okay. Third thing to stress about : Malay presentation. I think it's due next week, if I'm not wrong. And I don't even know what to do, I only know we have to copy everything out on pieces of paper. Also a group project. Same groups again. Means that we still don't have time to do it together.

*sigh*

English oral next week. Totally stupid titles. "My Hero" and "School Uniforms Should Be Abolished. Give Your Opinion". I support the second one 100% but then there's still nothing interesting to talk about. My Hero?!?!? Whenever I think about it, unflattering images of Superman and Spider man will come crawling into my mind. YUCK. *pukes*

Poooo.

I'm expecting a baby!!! pimples. Since I'm stressed, after all. Feeeek.