Dude, This Is So Darn Boring!

Last Monday, I arrived sort of late (again) so I end up sitting the farthest in the line at the assembly. So, bored like hell, I listened to the speeches and announcements - well, I do tune out once in awhile. But what caught my ears was this essay competition (whether in English or in Malay - your pick) that gives out money to winners. Money, dude. RM 1000, in fact, for the grand prize winner. That's a lot. But one glitch though.

The essay is based on a question that is something about what ways can Malaysia contribute to bring world peace.

What the...

Ok, too hard. Way too hard. Needs a ridiculous amount of researching and even then, you can't be sure you're a shoo-in. Essays with themes like these have to be a killer. Or you won't win it. Not even with a bunch of information stuck in sentences. That suck. Big time. So, I tune out again and continue to stare at the orangy clouds.

And then!

Last Wednesday, we spent our BM class in the library. Then our teacher dropped the bomb - the whole frickin' class have to do the frickin' essay. WAJIP. Take-no-prisoners type of thing. 4 A4 pages - front back front back. Fonts: 12. Double spacing. You know the deal : this is serious. The others groaned and moaned for awhile but soon they just flipped some mags and chill down. Me and Diana were about to do just that - until Miza began to tell us her plan on the essay - mission impossible style. FUDGE. DAMMIT. FUDGE.

We got ourselves a couple of ancient Form 5 History books. Damn, they're boring. Full of text and nothing else. There's only one colour in the book, which is white since some people say black isn't exactly a colour. So there. Miza began to ramble about the economy and social aspect of things. WHAT THE F- But I can't help myself. I am naturally curious. In fact, I love to lay out things and inspect them one by one. You know, to see how it is in different point of views. So, I was thinking, the question asked what CAN Malaysia do to bring world peace, not what it had already done. So all that OIC and UN stuff is just plain useless, ain't it? They wanted langkah-langkah. Sure, we can use OIC as an example or whatever. But still.

That shut Miza up for awhile. But her engine whirred back to life and she went for another strategy. At that point, I just loose myself in writing notes about PBB - even though I'll never look them up again. Shafiq was going on and on about how nobody is listening to Miza and how dorky she is by being so passionate about this crap essay. Aiman had lost his mind completely: he was giggling to himself and kept mishearing things. Azfar was nowhere to be seen. But the look on Diana's face was priceless - she was, afterall, listening to Miza. Well, I think she was listening.

Her face said: 'DO I LOOK LIKE I CARE? DO I? DOES THIS LOOK LIKE A PERSON WHO CARES ABOUT THIS CRAP ESSAY?'

Right about now, I'm trying to do my own research and failing miserably. Facts about Malaysia is so sikit. I heard that Malaysia helped Cambodia once in the economy sense but I can't remember what. Googled it and got some other unrelated stuff. This whole thing is boring me and even though it's just 11 p.m., I'm already sleepy. In fact, this whole post sounds boring when I reread it again. UGH! Even System of A Down couldn't stop me from yawning. Need. Sleep.

Ah well, I'm just gonna put pretty words in 'em and be done with it.

Outtie.

-- Miz, I hope you're not pissed with this post. I mean, you gotta admit, you're grilling us with your strategies and stuff. We almost died! But if you did manage to finish this whole thing up, give yourself a pat at the back since I'm just sucking in this.