I have recently found myself referring often to certain people as 'douches'. They come in all shapes and sizes, all races and genders, from a variety of backgrounds and settings. There is no set stereotype of them, rather, you'll identify them naturally when you see them. If you cannot, then I express my deepest condolences and regret at your misfortune. To the person, for whom I shall title as the King of all the douches of this world, who shall inhabit this Earth like a plague of black decay, staining and polluting the soil with the souls of their very existence, and can only describe as a vermin upon mankind, I bid you a good day and an uneventful tomorrow. You, whose pure disrespect for the society and community for which we share, should depart from return to the abyss from which you came. There is no need to maintain a mask because people will eventually see you for the person you truly are. I cannot even comprehend, let alone conjure an explanation for the way you act as you do. And I truly wish that karma will one day bite you,and that noisepolluting wreck of scrap metal you call your ride where the sun does not shine. In additon, I pray for wisdom and foresight be granted to your partner and pray for the perseverance and endurance of your fellow peers and colleagues.
As put forward by a friend of mine, as sad as it is that there are only officially 10 days of school left, I will be glad that I shall never have to associate with certain people again. Some shall be missed for their comical roles and "unique" personalities. But you will still keep in touch with all your good friends. You will not lose the ones you love. Or so I keep telling myself so no dream bursting ^^
Again, I question why I bother coming to school on a Wednesday. I don't know why I go to morning Extension English class. Not like I learn too much. I could be catching up on much needed sleep. Or doing some other work. But instead, I drag myself out of bed at 6:15am sharp every Wednesday morning, shower and get ready for school. As much as Billing amazes me with how much she can spoon feed us with analysis every lesson, I wonder if she has ever tried being at the receiving end of her ramblings. Maybe she would realise how boring she gets sometimes. I think it is why I actually contribute and discuss my own personal points of views in class, not because I am ever so nice and willing to share my knowledge with my fellow classmates, but rather to keep myself awake.
Out of the remaining 4 periods of the day, two of those are frees. The other two are double maths, spent these days either sleeping away whilst watching my class run amok like a group of wild chimps or being disgusted at the open book exams we are often subjected to. Not that I'm great at Maths myself, but open book exams really disgust me. As do many many other things. But that is another story best saved for another time. My frees are spend either on Chemistry past papers to which there seems no end, or the abundance of Maths papers that seem to be ever increasing. Many have questioned the sad and meaningless existence and purpose behind the 4 dreaded letters and numbers know only to HSC students of 09 as the ATAR. I guess I see a point behind it, for without it, how shall one spend the gained time once previously spend slaving away at homework? Having fun? Relaxing? How dare you suggest such a thing. As Billing would put it, remove those words from your vocabulary. No such thing should even be dared to be mentioned during your final year. Not to mention 2 months before your big exam. So what are you doing reading this arrangement of letters that somehow is meant to summaries my life, thoughts and feelings? Should you not be working away, chipping at the stack of past papers that encompasses your life. Have you nothing better to do?
Life is about balance. The paradox between good and evil, right and wrong governing out every action, our every decision. At first, I was quite skeptical of the abundance of new Ruse 09 blogs to enter the blogosphere. I questioned the legitimacy and purpose behind them during such a tense and stressful time. Yet the explanation sat right in front of me, going beyond the boundaries of simply procrastination and a successful trend. We needed a medium for which to dump all our scattered meaning and emotions. An instrument to direct powerful emotions of anger and joy, optimism and depression. I believe the time has come for me to discontinue tonights post, before I get even more stranger. Me + Caffeine = ?????
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