The Lost King...

Today had it's ups and downs.

Ups first, the day started with PC, where we discussed about the responsibilities of the Class Committee members. Sir was looking through the roles present in the class, then suddenly came up with the tought that our class needed another committee member. He needed to be in charge of the overall image of the class and make sure that everyone's attire is nice and proper. When someone forgets to bring a tie/badge, he has to try hook or crook as many ways as he can to get that missing item for him. He shall be called...

The Image Consultant.

And who would the lucky chap appointed for this duty be? Well, it's no other than the one, the only,...

...Faraaz!!!

(Clap clap clap!) The facinating thing about this new position is that it's just AS POWERFUL as the Vice-Chairman! So that makes him Third Heir of the Throne! Wait a minute, dosn't that make me Fourth Heir? Nevermind about me, I shall just try to make a photo of this to place into my 'Royal Academy of The Dan Empire' collection. Wonder who's gonna be the Music Rep from now on...

For the next two days, our table arrangement would be United Nations Formation, with a Detention Island in the centre of the room. How fun!

We'd be having 2 hours worth of Physical Science today, so we'd have to brace for lots of valence shells.

PE was so-so. I improved on Sit-and-Reach! Yay! At this rate, I'll be able to reach far enough for an A soon! My Gold is Near! Muahahahaahahaaha!!!!

For Recess, Tim commented on my quickness in changing from my PE kitback to my uniform. Well, I'm use to situations when I have to change quickly. Very use to them.

History was horrifying. Sir commented on the fact that Yer 1 files look better than ours, and also 'softly scolded' us on how we can't meet deadlines well. It was a scary 15 minutes or so, and he even checked if we did the questions for the last notes he gave us. I didn't write down my answers, but rather highlighted them from the passage. Wonder if he allowed that or not.

For training, we did our sets outside the lanes, as teh 'B' Division was having their Time Trials. By now, my rotation was just too fast for Hao Qing to catch up, and by 6th and 8th Km, I had to be remided by the coaches to slow down and concentrate more on my catch instead. "Don't row faster! Row harder!" But just when Hao Qing and I were 2 km from the end of our programme, a thunder storm hovered over MacRitchie and the order was given to evacuate the water. Tiring days.

Then came the part of the day when I started getting angry. Real angry. From this point of the post till the end, I have a strange feeling that I'll be exagerating in my anger, so please don't take my word for what I say - I'm just angry.

See, I lost my Midsummer Night's Dream book, and I'll be needing it for Language Arts A. So I requested from my parents to order from Pacific Bookstores another book, of which they agreed. They then asked about my search for the original book and how I can comfirm that it'slost. I told them that it was originally on my desk with the other books, just that it was on the TOP of the pile. I was already annoyed that I lost my book, and my Mom could still ask, "Then it grew legs and ran away?" Trying my best to show that I was irritated in the most peaceful of ways, I sarcastically replied with a flat "Yes.".

And then they wanted to know if I have a book to borrow for tomorrow. I told them I'll look into the matter, but then they immediately pinpointed out people for me to ask. I won't mentioned the people whom they mentioned, but I was offended by how they treated one of them. And no matter how much I calmly tried to defend for that person, they just butted back with another comment on the person and how I should 'get my revenge'. He 'paid me back' fully already. By showing me his side of life, I understand his equation of friendship, and whatever wrong he had done in my past, I can finally understand what really happened and I can forgive.

Then my Dad blamed me for being a scaredy-cat because I didn't automatically go and call up anyone for help on this situation. He asked on 'what's wrong' with me and said I should 'be more brave' and 'try to ask for help when I need it'. I was getting more and more offended by these comments but by the Grace of God I held it back. My Dad was just telling me about how 'scared' I am to speak up for myself and then came back to the point of the person both my parents were 'commenting' about, telling me to 'try to use favour at my advantage'. I must really be exagerating now, or I'll not want to know what kind of words went through my mind.

So I went around in Msn to contact people on where I can borrow a MSND book. Matt Ch'ng advised on the point11ers, and so I reported to my parents that I found a book to borrow. By now, I was calming down to safer levels but was still angry in some points. But then my Dad came into my room and served fruits for me to eat. I was just about to say thanks when he placed the plate of papayas on my desk, until he then commented, "Here's your suffering."

"Suffering"? SUFFERING? He still dares to think I'm childish enough to concider a measly papaya a 'suffering'? I swallowed my fury back for a while, making way in my throat to mumble out as calmly as possible, "I said nothing. I never called it a burden, or suffering." "No," he replied. "Your Mom was telling me to call it..."

The momment I heard that, I could here the last straw in my heart burning furiously. Hopefully they didn't notice, but I was scratching my fingers on the keyboard of my Tablet PC. I was doing all I could to hold back all the anger, and it was a good thing no other humiliating comment was said tonight. Or I swear punches would have flown, even if they're my parents. I was that angry, and it was a good thing Uncle Alex wasn't there, or his irritating chuckles might have brought him to his... urgh!

I shall pray to the Lord to relax myself. I shall complain to God, like what some people in the Bible would do. I'll complain about what happened, but still acknowledge that God knows what he's doing. Pray that everything goes fine. By tommorow, I have faith it should be.

If Junn Kit ever does anything irritating in front of me for the first twenty minutes in school,...