So sue me

Had to attend school today even though it’s a day off (unofficially, word from Pn Ooi) for us. School mag. Again, I don’t know why I was even there as I didn’t do anything at all save for trying to solve this rather complex puzzle-game-quest from Neopets. >__>

It’s quite satisfying actually should I ever complete it, even though many of you may snub it off as some stupid child’s game. I know many, many adults who actually play it as well, though some didn’t want to acknowledge it due to the embarassing connotations. With the level of complexity of this particular puzzle, it’s not for the average 9 year-old, really.

I was happily indulging in my puzzle using Adobe Photoshop like a child attached to a jigsaw. As usual, Jon saw it as a great opportunity to play Maple, while I saw it fit to play mine.

After yesterday’s excellent bak kut teh dinner, somehow I saw it fit to dine at a nice place for lunch. With us, decisions are made at the last minute so while Shawn was still in his car heading off to Taipan, I suggested that De Hong Kong Star Cafe at USJ 9 Heng and Shawn were raving about previously.

I thought about money slipping away like water after spending RM10 yesterday, but I thought again how I haven’t been eating chesse-baked rice since last year or so. My stomach churned, whined and complained at that thought.

“I want this cheese-baked rice with chicken chop,” I told the waitress while my wallet cringed at the thought of letting RM13 go.

Despite leaving RM13 poorer (iced tea RM1, cheese-baked rice RM10.50, 10% tax), even though I’m spending so much on food on two consecutive days, I suppose it was worth it. Yum.

After tuition, dropped by at Shawn’s house as it was raining and watched some Chinese movie Yen was watching on DVD. Presumably it was borrowed from RB earlier, I think.

Would have been yet another lazy night where I spend more time facing the monitor screen than the pages of my books, but the first thing mum did when I reached home was snatching The Star main newspaper, turned towards one of the last few pages in World and showed me this snatching headline.

‘Flaming’ bloggers punished.

Sorrylah if this sounds so kennysia-ish, but this isn’t inspired by that post in any way.

I don’t know if mum stumbled upon this new month-old baby of mine, but I’d like to think she didn’t. Somehow she guessed I would be dissing teachers and everyone else alike in my new blog, ever since she saw my old website criticising Penguin, thanks to my very stupid bro (you earned two points to spend in the Stupidity Shop!). I had fun with that webbie when friends cheered at the sight of amusing anecdotes (and various pictures) of the Antarctic animal (RB even showed it to his mum, whom apparently laughed her head off).

Then my mum turned into IAmWorriedForYou mode+3 and started saying/asking me to not include anything that insults them teachers, or anyone else for that matter.

I believe it’s completely my business to put what I want in a personal blog. This blog is known only to a private circle of friends, so chances for any nosey fucker to blow the whistle is as tiny as a damn arsehole. Unless, of course, if any of you decides and thinks it’ll be fun to reveal my blog’s contents to said affected teachers and/or people, but I doubt that since I trust you people, and trust is hard to be gained. Earned.

Take note of these particular lines in the news:

One such remark referred to a secondary school teacher as a prude for disciplining a student for wearing a too-short skirt.

?Frustrated old spinster. Can?t stand to see attractive girls,’’ the blog read.

That is absolutely fucking tame, nothing compared to what I’ve said before. And my other friends.

I don’t see anything wrong in writing such stuffs. If you happen to glance upon it, too bad, you brought it upon yourself with your own misconstrued actions and your busybody-ness, and if shouting whatever I want to say in front of your face would give me fucking trouble and truckload of suspensions, where else should I release this steam off to?

An outlet of friends? Parents? Befrienders?

A blog is the most elegant place to put things down into beautiful words for your close friends to look, laugh and share similar sentiments.

So sue me. See who wins in fucking court for such a small matter that shouldn’t even be making news in the papers in the first place.