20 January 2009

I guess the word "peace" will never ever appear in my dictionary.

WHEN CAN I EVER FUCKING GET PEACE??

The mornings that I can stay in and not go to school early are so rare. It sucks, but that's just the way it is. I'd like to have spent a serene, pleasant morning at home.

Then some fucking thing must happen to break the peace.

After a truly satisfying breakfast of my favorite Cinnamon Rolls, I went to play the piano. I was feeling all calm and contented, so glad that I can finally stay in. Third week of school already and this is only the second day I did not go to school early. Transportation problems. This suck-y life will probably last until ... February, perhaps.

I can at least go to school late on Tuesdays and Fridays. The other days I HAVE to go early .....

Suddenly the stupid doorbell rang. Once. Twice. I was on my way press the button for the gate to open when the doorbell rang at least four more times. HELLO, I HEARD YOU, I AM NOT FUCKING DEAF OKAY?!??!

It was my aunt. And my uncle. And my grandmother. Peace-breakers.

Well, maybe my aunt finds the doorbell thing extremely intriguing. Maybe she has never really seen anything like that before. Even though she came to our house plenty of times already.

I never find them particularly irritating until today. Damn. I had to go carry all my grandmother's stuff. Then when I asked my uncle if I can close the gate already, he said yeah. When I glanced outside, his fucking car door is still open. (His car was parked outside) Was so fucking tempted to just close the gate and leave his car door open for everyone.

Then I disappeared upstairs. Trying to use the computer PEACEFULLY but then my aunt, my grandmother, they all started calling me. Calling me to call my mother. For them. Don't they KNOW how to use a fucking telephone? Or they don't know her handphone number?? Pretty unlikely. But judging by their age I suppose it IS likely after all.

Errrgh.

I know it's not much. But like I said, THIS MORNING IS FUCKING ... VALUABLE TO ME.

*inhales deeply*

I hate Tuesdays. I have so many text books to bring. This is pure madness. Add Maths (thick.). Physics Text Book and Practical Book (both are thin but put together, they're still thick). English. Modern Maths. Civics. Chemistry Exercise Book (so thick for an exercise book) and I am not sure whether I am supposed to bring the Chemistry Text Book and Practical Book or not.

WHAT THE FUCKKK.

How am I supposed to go through one year, ONE WHOLE YEAR of that??!?

Oh, good news. The first school exam is ... the first day after the holidays in March. Thanks. Thanks a bunch for ruining my holidays.

Oh, another good news. Our school has officially gone mad. Not that it wasn't mad before but this time ...

The fucking doorbell is ringing again. Who. The. FUCK. IS. THAT??!? Ignore it. Ignore it. Let those people downstairs see to whoever it is at the door.

Well, our school. New rules! Guess what? Lingerie. Must not wear bras with bright, obvious colours. Like red or purple. And we must not wear bras that tie at the neck.

This is CRAP. What, so are they going to rip open your school uniform to see what type of bra you are wearing?? It is so fucking crazy.