flawed work of art.
Tuesday, April 26, 2005 @ 1:53 pm
if you've been a loyal blog visitor of mine, you'd have come across one entry about the prefects making a miscalculation & causing the vice head to publically apologise. however, that wasn't enough for the form teacher. like a lunatic, she was urging us to get the prefect who miscalculated the marks to stand on stage & apologise in front of the teachers & all her fellow students. After we told her that it was already done last week, she started lashing out on us prefects, saying that we shouldn't make such a grave mistake, causing the students to clap merrily cos' well, no one really enjoys seeing her beloved class as the cleanest class for three coonsecutive weeks. seeing as I was in a good mood, I replied that prefect isn't spelt perfect & that everyone makes mistakes, but that-- teacher just wouldn't listen. I could tell her dignity was shattered cos' teachers were teasing her right, left, up, down & center. serves her right. karma, I tell you, karma.
you've heard of that childish saying that sticks & stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me? my dad taught me that when my bro kept taunting me, calling me names when we were younger. my dad never stopped him, but recited that popular illogical saying to me. that saying never really got into my head cos' even now, words still sting me & haunt my idle mind. especially when they come from the lips of the people you are obliged to respect. like family members.

I'm gonna fight 'em all
A nation army couldn't hold me back
They're gonna rip it off
Taking their time right behind my back
And I'm talking to myself at night
Because I can't forget
Back and forth through my mind
Behind a cigarette
And the message coming from my eyes
Says leave it alone
the white stripes
seven nation army

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