Monday, September 11, 2006
Forty-Four
There's a rule in our English lesson. You forget to bring your book, you have to write an essay. The first person in the class who forgets to bring it has to write 100 words, I think. Then the next person who forgets has to write 150 words. As more people forget, more words are needed to be written.
19 people forgot to bring their textbook today. Including myself, naturally. We all have to write a total of 300 words, on anything we want!
Most people might think it troublesome. I think it's fun. The only problem is that I have too many ideas to write about that I can't decide which title to pick. Oh, and we have to send it in tomorrow.
Should I write about how everyone is a hyprocrite? Or maybe I should write a story about how a boy finds out that the ice-cream man has a better life than his. Maybe I should talk about how it's not so easy being a teenager?
Eeee boring. Anyway.
Today marks the beginning of Silence Week. I don't know why I picked 'Silence' as the theme. Maybe because it's because people have been giving me these "Uh-oh, Diyanah's talking" look sometimes. Maybe it's because it will be a challenge for me. Who knows? I just did. It doesn't mean I become mute for one whole week. It really just means I won't talk unless necessary.
And what I deem as 'necessary' might not actually be necessary.
It's especially hard when I have this pressing urge to make a joke. I like to make jokes. And jokes aren't exactly 'berfaedah'. I wrote a joke on paper once. After that I just said the jokes. They're necessary to make people laugh, right?
Another time when it is hard is when I'm talking to Mas. She's kooky, and she likes to talk. I like to talk, too. But today was supposed to be different because it's Silence Week. Mas knows that it's my Silence Week.
On the bus:
Mas: *reads a part of her library book*
Mas: What do you think it means, Dee?
Me: *smiles*
Mas: Yes, that's correct! (tak betol. i would have said the same thing)
Me: It's my silence week, remember?
Mas: Oh yeah! Okay, I won't talk to you.
*Five seconds later*
Mas: *reads another part of her book* What do you think
that means, Dee?
*slaps forehead*
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5:31 PM
