I may be just a sixteen-year-old. But I have perspectives too.

Hear my story.

Atikah and I had an adventure today, so early in the morning. It was actually a classic case of miscommunication (with a hint of bad luck). Atikah was supposed to carpool to school with me this morning and hence, she was supposed to meet me at a bus stop near my area and my dad will send us both to school. If we had stuck to this plan, we would have reached school real early, like 6.45am kind of early. However, things took a turn for the worst as Atikah accidentally took the wrong bus and she ended up in some ulu pandan place and I had to go fetch her in the end and we both had to travel to school ourselves, and mind you this is the first time I've gone to school myself since I shifted to Bukit Panjang, and we had to take 3 buses to school and yes, it made us late. Like 7.45am kind of late.

Now here's the deal : You have no fucking idea how much I fucking hate D.L. (I'm not using her name because my friends advised me against it. Apparently my friends care more about the amount of trouble I'll get into, more than I care about it myself). Is it my fault that I live in Bukit Panjang? Is it my fault that I happen to be late? Is it my fault that I didn't know how to gauge the journey time to school from my house? is it my fault there was a fucking jam on the expressway? Is it my fault you're ugly and angsty? What, do you think we try our best  to be late for school on purpose just so we can piss the school off? On my part, I do admit that it IS my fault for the miscommunication between me and Atikah. It IS my fault that we didn't try harder to make it to school on time. It IS my fault that my attire wasn't perfect. It IS my fault that I misbehave as a pupil leader. But honestly, do you have to be so fucking sarcastic and condescending all the time? Certain times, there are certain circumstances and sometimes it's just not our fault. Are you willing to let it go? Must you sneer and have that aghast look on your face when we said that we got lost on our way to school? Stop thinking you're right all the time and step out of your oblivion, please. Stop slamming us as if we're stupid or undisciplined. Stop trying to make us perfect because we're not fucking robots and we do not have 'Property of Cedar' stamped on our asses.

D.L. is one of my main, if not biggest, reason as to why I can't fucking wait to leave Cedar. I don't think I have ever felt so angry in my life before. You don't know me, you don't know what goes on in my life, it's stressful enough as it is without all your bullshit. Who are you to judge me? I realized how much our school doesn't care and all they care about is the school name. Our school motto is 'Honesty, Courtesy and Perseverance', well hello you're not being courteous at all with that sarcastic and condescending attitude of yours. What sort of example are showing us? Just because we're teenagers must we always be put to blame, just because it's our growing-up-be-rebellious phase of our lives? I wished I had just gone to Ngee Ann like I had planned to, or even to KC because I had always wanted to be a KC girl, just anything to not have to go through this f-ed up school system. I really don't know how some people can go to sleep at night, knowing that hundreds hate them to the pits of hell.

Just 87 more days to Graduation. You have no idea how much I can't wait for that to happen. And if any of the teachers happen to read this and call me down to the Principal's office tomorrow morning or something, well guess what, 1. it's my blog and you should stop invading my privacy; 2. Go do your f'ing jobs as teachers and mark homework or something. What are you now? Web-watchers?  3. It's called freedom of speech; 4. Just because I'm sixteen, doesn't mean I don't know how to sue.

But I apologize in advance for hurting anyone's feelings or if this is going to land me in trouble. But you seriously can't tell the amount of penetrated anger I bear against Cedar and D.L. Blogging is a good way to vent your anger, right? Well I'm doing just that. I really fucking hate Cedar, and if not for my friends and Jumps, I would have ciao-ed by now.

"Even the worst days, weeks and years eventually get better."

While I wait for that to happen, Imma go post angry posts on my Tumblr now.