:: Long Live :: Hypocrites ::
February 19, 2007
Ho Ho Ho! Merry Lunar New Year!... That didn't sound quite right. Whatever. Today, I would like to present to you an overview of an entity called, 'Hypocrite'.
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HYPOCRITE [híppəkrit] (plural hypocrites) noun
somebody feigning high principles: somebody who gives a false appearance of having admirable principles, beliefs, or feelings. [ Microsoft® Encarta® Dictionary ]
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Adults are somewhat... uncomprehensible. They don't give a 'bless' about what others feel, let alone realising their own mistakes. Too much pride, if I can say so myself. These are the few things that has happened so far in my life, that changed my perception towards adults, whom I saw as 'guardian angels' to nothing but a bunch o' hypocrites. So, we have :
+ Fighting - "Don't fight with your siblings nor cause ruckus anywhere, ever."
++ Mum and Dad screamed their lungs out at each other, assaulted one another, threw whatever they could get their hands on around the house like fireworks. Then it was signed and sealed with a divorce letter. What more can I say?
+ Cussing - "Don't let me hear swear words coming out of your mouth. You get me?"
++ It was a nice drive down the street on four wheels when 'someone' suddenly halt to sudden brake and muttered the "forbidden" word, so as they say.
+ Cleaning up - "I want the kitchen sink to be always spick and span, clear of dirty dishes. Don't procrastinate."
++ I wonder who leaves the dishes there every morning?
+ ' Ransacking ' - "When you're searching for something, especially clothings, take them out nicely from their places and then after you're done searching, put them back into their respective places."
++ This person doesn't live with us. But, you get the idea. This person was looking for something in my brother's room, by the way. + Money factor - "Stop spending money like water. I don't own a money printing company."
++ Fact 1 : 'Someone' has more fancy clothes in her cupboard than mine. Fact 2 : 'Someone' has more shoes in the rack than me. Fact 3 : 'Someone' always comes back home with something new. Fact 4 : 'Someone' always go on vacation, alone. Fact 5 : 'Someone' likes going on and on about being thrifty. Fact 6 : I'm speechless. + Smoking - "Don't smoke. It is not good for your health for it's cancerous."
++ A man, approaching 50 years of age once told me that. He used to live with us, a relative. I'm a part of him, so to speak. You get my drift. + Drinking - "Don't drink and drive. As in drink, I mean alcohols." ++ You know, it scares me to think that I am with someone in a car who had just drank God-knows how many cans of beer as a driver, driving home in the middle of the night.
That's all to the list for now. Hope I won't be adding anything anytime soon -.- But, I was mentally hit by something when I was typing out the list. Why do people follow others' tracks, when they, themselves know very well that others are wrong? Monkey see, monkey do? LoL.
Emo girl says, "End."
.::Jolene::.
... as said by Joo
at 3:41 pm
:: Feeble-Minded :: My Own ::
February 08, 2007
I'm rendered speechless... By my unconvincing self. So, I was doing my Mathematics and alas, couldn't solve the last problem. The first equation I wrote out was :
20/x - 20/(x+5) = 1/5
It then becomes...
x² + 5x - 500 = 0
I saw the big number and thought that maybe I did it wrongly. I didn't bother to factorise it.
Hence, I pushed the equation aside and tried another, which didn't work. Fed up, I asked a friend of mine through the phone. THE equation she told me was exactly the same as the one above.
Moral of the story : Don't assume. It'll just make an ass out of you and... well, you.
Oh, I've been telling my mum about how ENORMOUS my school shirts are, right? She never really did pay attention to what I said -__-"
I just came back from school and like usual, I'd just take off my pinafore, leaving me in my white shirt and a pair of shorts that I wear to school everyday. As I was having my lunch on the coffee table, she walked pass and stared at me for awhile.
Me : What?
Mum : Is that your shirt or your brother's?
Me : Mine.
Mum : Are you sure? It looks kinda enormous.
Me : It IS enormous. And it says there that it's extra small.
Mum : Really? Extra small also so big? *walks off into her room*
Me : *mumbles* That's what I told you last time...
I have nothing else left to say.
Biology teacher was torturing us with her usual mood-swings again. She spent 1 period of her class to lecture us on our etiquettes in HER class -_- And WE waste her time??
.::Jolene::.
... as said by Joo
at 2:44 pm
:: Moronism :: In Vain ::
February 05, 2007
Tell me the benefits of being the 'Ketua Kebersihan' again, or at least the perks of being one? None. Other than having your name 'decorated ' on the class organization chart, there's absolutely none. The first thing they'll ask is, "Who is the 'Ketua Kebersihan'? ". And what if I raised my hand? "Why is the class so dirty? You, as a 'Ketua Kebersihan' should ALWAYS make sure the class is spick-and-span. Don't give me any excuses. ". Those are the words usually heard, blurted out by a woman, normally clad in 'sari', I think - You all should know who I'm referring to. Can't they see beyond that, even by just a little? The students appointed to do the cleaning duties are always out - All prefects, the unsurpassed blue ones, the apples in teachers' eyes, who ironically break the school rules themselves ( No offence but this is not a baseless accusation. It's a fact. Quite frankly, the whole school knows that very well. ). Not to mention some of them avoided coming into the class just so that they can 'escape' from their cleaning duties. Yes, I know that they have to stay back in the assembly hall until all the students had gone back to their respective classes. But, they don't even feel obliged to at least touch the brooms when they entered the class. What's the deal? By the way, I wasn't even the one who made the stupid daily-duty-chart thingy. In the end, I have to clean the class for them, almost everyday. Why should I be the 'Ketua Kebersihan' when I'm being treated like a freakin' JANITOR? To add salt to the wound, there are these numbskulls who keep calling you a maid. Why should I get all the blame, work and critique when I do NOT even get a single cocurricular mark? I mean, what's the whole point of being one? I'd rather become the class monitor, or assistant monitor if that's the case. They GET marks. And don't ever come to me saying I'll get marks for being a 'Ketua Kebersihan'. Bull. I never got 1 bloody mark in my entire 4 years as one. I gain no fun doing it, unless someone supplies the fund.
Of course, there are also a handful who do their duties. So, to those who did your duties, thanks. Especially Aaron, who voluntarily helped sweep the classroom with me, last week and today. And also Chin Chien who stopped pouring water all over the floor... For now, that is. Can't speak too soon. Bleh, it's good anyway, for a change.
EDIT : I spoke too soon.
The O-Zombified one,
.::Jolene::.
... as said by Joo
at 2:16 pm
:: Freaky Sleep Cycle :: Wide Awake ::
February 04, 2007
Omg... I can't sleep at all. I can't even 'achieve' the first few stages of sleep. Sweets for anyone who can guess how long my 'nap' time was... Nevermind. I'll tell you anyway. I slept from around 4 pm till 2 am. Not surprising. I only slept 4 hours, at best, the night before. Woke up at 6, washed up and went to school. Fortunately, mum was willing to fetch me there. Brother skipped school over work, if you are curious. Rushed home immediately after school for dance class. The class was alright to my taste. Though I don't really understand what the instructor was trying to say. I swear the very first time I joined that class, I was completely lost. Made worse by the the instructor, WHO wanted us to shift our weight onto the left foot, but said 'right' instead. I was like, "Huh? Left or right?"... in my head. He demonstrated again and again, telling us repeatedly to shift our weight to the right foot, when his weight was on the left. I only realised he meant 'left' when he explained in Mandarin to the rest of the class. He was speaking English at first, by the way. God forsaken bloody hell... Well, anyway, a new girl joined the class... Umm. Yesterday, 3rd of Feb. Name's Isabelle. Her mum, Ann was waiting outside, together with the others' parents... and mum as well. My mum and her kinda... clicked. BOTH of their daughters are 16 years of age, BOTH of them are of the same age. How coincidentally amusing is that? The only things that differed was their tongue ( Language wise ) and... wealth. Ann speaks strictly Mandarin, whereas my mum speaks English most of the time. Ann lives in a 2½ storey house, with constant renovations going on, husband's a businessman. Go figure.
Yay! I sounded cranky. What do you expect?
.::Jolene::. - a pint of melatonin, please.
... as said by Joo
at 5:51 am
:: Amidst Muffled Waves :: Going Insane II ::
February 02, 2007
In my seat I was, feeling extra lightheaded, a whiff of rust lingering in my nose and a slight headache. Everything that happened, every sound made, everything I did just somehow... 'bounced' off my conscious. I don't have a clear recollection of today's events. School was just a major blur to me. Oral assessment for BM was conducted in class today. We were to sypnosize the novel "Bukit Kepong", chapter-by-chapter as assigned by the teacher since early of January. I've already done my part the week before and so, my job was just to lend a listening ear to the involved. I heard what they said, every word... it's just that I couldn't put the bits and pieces together. The 'story' I had in my mind at that time was all jumbled up, without a storyline. It wasn't them; It was just me. Same goes to during the Additional Mathematics lesson. I was totally... lost, in a daze. I copied down the examples and notes blindly, without fathoming what they meant. Not one bit, albeit having looked at it for sometime. Basically, I felt like I was being suspended onto something... illusionary AIR perhaps. I think I probably should've slept earlier yesterday. Meh, a sip of strong coffee in the morning would have spelled the perfect, swift remedy. Mental note #101 taken.
A fish on a stake,
.::Jolene::.
... as said by Joo
at 6:46 pm
:: I Talk to Birds Now :: Maybe Not ::
February 01, 2007
"Chirp, chirp, chirp. "
"o_O... Huh?"
"Can't you hear the birds chirping away happily outside?"
"Uh-huh?"
"They're dating. One bird is complimenting the other bird. Don't you understand their conversation?"
"Umm. Mum. I kinda... don't understand bird talk."
"I thought you do? You behave like a lil' bird every morning."
"I do?"
Woot ._. I commune with birds now. I wouldn't know what the birds are talking about, unless they're asking for some chips.
"Chirp, chirp, chirp. You want some chips, little birdie?"
"... No."
Jolene's BEYOND GODLIKE streak has been ended by a bird. (+400 gold)
.::Jolene::.
... as said by Joo
at 11:35 am
