Finally~
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Ola!!!
I know, finally, right? I felt like I haven't been doing this for ages. How many days has it been, anyways? 10 days?
-_-
It's seriously been TOO long.
Anyways, I know loads of things have been going on, so I'll just make it brief.
On Saturday, I injured my ankle. Twisted it, actually. Cried like shit. Now that I think back on it, it must've been such an embarrassing sight. Well, upon this event I'd like to thank several people for helping me when I went through that stupid incident.
First of all, the St. John's people like Fina, Joshua, Janice et cetera, et cetera, et cetera. I say "et cetera" because that day, I was too fixated on the pain to actually know the exact amount of St John's peeps who helped me out.
Next, Kanga and Cleo, who, as always, were calming me down and all that, singing to Mine by Taylor Swift, Back to December by the same artist and all the Bruno Mars songs that they played. Though, Cleo, your harmonizing techniques still need some work.
*Though I'm not one to talk :P*
Thanks to Chucky who was there and calming me down as well. I don't know how long you were there with me, but I know you stuck out till the end. Imma so grateful :) Even when I wasn't feeling well that day a few days *or was it weeks?* ago, you accompanied me in the sickbay when you could've been absorbing knowledge in class :P Must've been very boring for you :P
Then there's my brother, though I hate to admit it. Heck, it's not like he's gonna read this anyway. Yeah, so, thanks for rushing back before you ran since you were so "worried" about me :P Sorry you couldn't run the thingymajingy since you had to come back for me. Thanks for trying to suppress the pain in my injured foot with the ice too.
Thanks to my sister and aunt who came for me the minute they heard I was suffering in my school field. Particularly to my aunt who came anyways risking the fact she might be late for work. Though my sister's case was a little different cause she rushed from bed after hearing from the maid that I was in the hospital -_-
For some reason, I think only that statement *or anything worse* will get her up from bed on a Saturday morning before 9 :P
*Looks innocently at sister :P*
Mwahaha.
Well, yeah, so thanks to all these people. And of course, there's my parents and others whom were deeply concerned for me. To my dad, who rushed straight from wherever he was at that point of time to take me to the Chinese-medicine specialist. To my mom, who was, well, concerned.
Ultimately, to the dude who treated my foot, despite his methods which were... both torturous and insulting -_-
Bleghh~
Now, to those jackasses who went out of their way to not help me. For instance, the stupid SBS teachers whom could care less about my situation, calling it menial and turning a blind eye to it because I wasn't one of their students.
Do you need someone to die before your eyes before you lift your goddamn fingers? Or is it you're too busy tending to your big, enormous, monstrous and disgusting egos? You won't let your St Johns' peeps help out because I'm from SBU? Exactly when do you even want your St Johns' people to help? If you won't even lend a hand to students of your neighbouring school, what makes you think you're going to help outsiders when they grow up?
You should stick your heads up your asses.
No wait, your asses wouldn't be able to accommodate your fat-ass heads, would they? After all, that's where your egos are.
Sure, St John students are supposed to be the ones who help in situations like these, but are the teachers there only for show? For God's sake, there's nothing wrong in taking the lead when someone needs help. Your selfishness-es really overwhelms my imagination.
I hope those who belittled the situation all suffer the consequences. Suffer and suffer and suffer for all I care. Go through the pain that I went through. You bastards deserve every goddamn bit of the anguish. I can't even believe you got your qualifications as teachers.
Or was it that you bought them? The same way you bought every other single bloody thing in this country?
What 1Malaysia are you even fantasizing about? Pretending my twisted ankle was nothing but a small accident? Now I've got a lovely little bruise that I can show off in school when I'm even able to go back.
Don't bullshit me. You've got no right to say this event was in conjunction with 1Murid, 1Sukan, 1Malaysia. Other schools would have helped. Methodist Boys' School, Aminuddin Baki, Seri Permaisuri, Seri Sempurna. Hell, international schools would've helped.
Yet, what do you say?
"Terseliuh saje? Ah, tak serious pun."
I don't effing care that it's not serious. The point-blank fact here is that you didn't friggin' do anything about it. You didn't bring a first-aid kit. You didn't ask me if I was okay. You didn't try to calm me down. You didn't even let your students help me.
Worst of all, you didn't f*cking care.
You don't know how much I felt like swearing on that field. Tch, calling it your field as if you bloody own it. If you haven't noticed, all four schools share that same field. Are you declaring war with me?
Praises to my sister who snapped back in his face. I hope he suffers for the rest of his miserable life. You're not even worthy of being referred to as a "he". No man would leave a helpless girl with a sprained ankle on the field.
So don't you dare speak to me about 1Malaysia when you show no signs of even wanting it to happen. And you're actually wondering why there's controversy and racism in our country? Open your bloody eyes. This is all your doing. All your work. All your fault. You start it and then blame it on other races as if you didn't play a single part in it. You are the who pours oil into the fire and then show no intentions of wanting to put it out.
You tried?
Well, I've got some advice for you.
Try harder.
But there's always the option where you can piss off and die.
Truthfully, I prefer that option.
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