A Day of Ponteng-ing.

Thus begins my day of ponteng-ing, my first in quite a while. The last time I came after break so it counted as HALF-ponteng. As any right-minded "head and shoulders above the rest" Wesleyan would do, I'm going to spend my rare day of brief freedom, STUDYING! The nerdiness can be credited to the head honcho, who so glorifyingly claims credit for the results of the STUDENTS, when the head honcho truly barely does anything other than befall the ill-fated with dreaded DC.

Yes, the head honcho thinks that the perfect teenager should dedicate 100% of his or her meaningless life to books, books and more books. Perhaps the intention is to turn us all into soulless, walking dictionaries. The "best five years of your life other than college" is a farcry from the head honcho's iron-fist rule.

Almost every morning, the head honcho bombards us with endless non-sensical gibberish, constantly reminding us of the date as if calendars were non-existant. WE KNOW THE DATE. And of course, the mountain of pressure put on the exam years, Form 3's and 5's. The head honcho expects MUCH MUCH MUCH from us, and will of course claim MUCH MUCH MUCH of the credit of our results, presuming they turn out well.

Just yesterday, the head honcho held the ENTIRE lower secondary back for "a few words". The head honcho's words were "many insightful things" on the PMR. Yes, we realize we must take care of our health, as if we deliberately allow germs and bacteria to multiply and overrun our bodies. I could only imagine the utter and excruciating boredom of the Form 1's and 2's. At least the issue concerned us.

Then the head honcho proceeded to inform us of a ban on ALL storybooks with the exception of library books. Maybe the school library is going out of business. The head honcho also intends to limit and filter what we, the students read. Whatever for? We will read what we want, and as if the ban will stop students from reading whatever at home. So much for cultivating a love for reading. This scenario reminds me "fondly" of the our draconian and contradictory government.

I realize that the heading for this post is quite inappropriate, but I'm too lazy to reach for my mouse. Perhaps it should be "A Tirade Against The Head Honcho" instead. But of course, "revealing" and discussing your dislike for certain "high-ranking"
people in our school has brought doom to some before, thus the privacy of this blog. It resulted in severe and unnecessary punishment. Punishment usually reserved for serious offences, once again reminiscent of the "beloved" kerajaan. Perhaps a change of leadership would bring about change.*I support Miss Goh!**And Anwar.* ;)

Much is said about the head honcho amongst students, and perhaps even amongst the teachers. Who knows what they talk about in their oh-so-fancy teachers' lounge. Even so, "WHAT TO DO?" Correct, NOTHING can be done to defy the head honcho's rule. But yet swallowing all the crap sometimes results in choking. >=)

Anyway, the PMR exam is just 20 days from today, and though I think I am prepared, BM still scares the shit out of me. Thus, the kiasu-ness, instilled by the school and condemned by its principal, has spurred me to buy countless revision books, many of which I doubt will be finished before the dreaded exam.

A flash into the future, the Form 3's are thronging the office to collect their PMR results.

Scenario One: We do well.

Head Honcho: This is all because of the hard work and effort put in by the teachers(true) and myself(ya kah?).

Scenario Two: We screw up, somehow.

Head Honcho: I don't understand. The teachers(once again true) and I(OH YES AR?) put in SOOOOO much hard work and effort, hoping it would bear fruit. I am deeply disappointed.

Get a life.

Ah, getting all that off my chest feels somewhat invigorating! Maybe you should try it too =P No this ISN'T a hate blog, nor is it a politics-related blog. It's just me typing out all the crap my brain is so constantly immersed in. Once again thanks to the propoganda and brainwashing by the head honcho.

Anyways, perhaps you're wondering why I would ponteng just to write this uber long post on my blog just to state what most Wesleyans feel. Haha well I just got carried away. It all just keeps coming out whenever I condemn the head honcho. =) Well, I have to go embody whatever the perfect teenager embodies, a perfect studying habit. Haha well, 'til next time!

Zyang.

Thy Brother.

Yesterday, some friends and I attended the wake of a good friend's father. No doubt he was extremely sad and deep in grief. Still, when two of us arrived, he hid his pretty apparent grief and welcomed us with embraces. He tried to be strong, but we all could see his sadness and true distress behind his "charade". But who could blame him, losing a family member can't be easy at all, especially one considered to be the pillar of the family.

Then, he said something very meaningful to the three of us who arrived first, "Luckily, I still have you guys. Otherwise life would really suck." At that moment, I suddenly realized that we weren't just a gang of boys who eat together, talk together and play together. We were more than just good friends.

His words revealed to me that he didn't just consider us as people who he can hang out with. Maybe to him, we're people whom he can count on for help, when he's in need, through crappy times such as these. To be honest I didn't really think he considered me to be a very good friend until that night. Or maybe he was just making a general statement, perhaps not directed at me individually. I guess I would never know.

Truly a night of sadness, we did our best to cheer him up, but of course no amount of friendship can replace the love of such an important and significant part of one's life and family. Hopefully, he will put this behind him and concentrate on his priorities, though easier said than done. But haha *perasan* he still has us. At least.

Zyang.