Saturday

Alright. It's a month now since I updated. For the two weeks holiday I spent my time as a hermit living in my house and too lazy to eat anything. Haha. SO lets talk about random stuff I found, done, and felt.
Let's say yesterday. On Saturday, I went to school because training for Sports Day. And then I freaking ran for like 10 rounds straight, and then another 3 rounds with timing, and then exercise to train my legs and stuff. So it's really nothing special. And I talked with a friend, from the prefects. The story is, because Friday was the School Teacher's Day, the prefects had to like go out to help during classes and that made the teachers VERY angry. And when in Biology class, and the teacher muttered and complained, I was like:" What the hell is wrong with that?" I tell this to the friend, he was silent and expressionless, and he said :"Well, I suppose it doesn't really matters, because we can't make everyone happy/satisfied." All of a sudden, I felt bad for telling him this. There are times when I appreciate and thankful for what the prefects have done for the school, so when the teachers were angry with them, I felt that the teachers are overreacting. Of course, I can still see from the teachers point of view, they are worried if the prefects couldn't keep up with their studies. But then if one can't even keep up with their studies, one shouldn't be a prefect in the first place. It's like organizing your life properly.
At 12 pm, my father came to school to fetch me to once-my-daycare-centre, for my brother was there. And when I got my brother out, waiting at the door, a kid, 5?6? who doesn't even look like he is in primary suddenly complained to the kakak : "XXX said 'fuck' and (bad words)". And I hung my mouth in the air staring at the kid. And the thing is the kakak maybe don't know what he was saying and tell him to go inside. I began to recall when I first swore. Damn it, I was only standard 4 when I yelled out a bad word, because there is this stupid boy who keeps making fun of me, and tbh I don't even know what the word means until I was going to secondary school. I admit I was young to be swearing already, but NOW it's a kid wearing ultra-man pyjamas saying things like 'fuck'. And I made up my mind : No, I don't want my child to go to day-care...
And this were the incidents that occur to me on Saturday and everything else went fine.