Work is quieter now after the Eid Holidays. Everybody seem to be staying to where they are and finally realizing that at this time, money should not be spent for holidays. Instead, it should be saved for your future just in case you get sacked. (too morbid hey?)So anyway, less work means more time to kill. I bought a book earlier called “Nineteen Minutes” by Jodi Picoult. It’s very very good. I’d say, it should have the hype that “Twilight” is getting. Haha. Anyway, am not really into fantasies/sci-fi/teeny bopper stories. I want something with political, religious or social relevance. Am not saying that am smart, am just saying that I easily get bored with books that if something doesn’t tickle my fancy I’d stop reading it.
I like reading, have always been my favorite pastime. I once spent my whole summer vacation with mountains of books. I would stay up late and wake up early in the morning just because of reading. I usually forget to eat my breakfast and lunch until my aunt knocks on my door and drags me to the dining table to eat something. Then afterwards, I’ll curl under my covers again and resume reading the book. I can finish one book in one day. I liked the works of John Grisham, Nicholas Sparks, Mitch Albom, Mary Higgins Clark, Jude Deveraux, Tom Clancy and Nora Roberts. Next to movies, books keep my sanity.
Anyway, back to the topic on hand, this book tells the story of a vengeance made by an “outcasted” teenage boy. The boy who everybody get to picked on, laughed at and made-fun of. At one point in time, this boy suddenly just decided that enough is enough and annihilated all those people who picked on him, school-shooting rampage that is. It tells the story of everybody’s point of views. The criminal’s, the victim’s, the family of both sides and the society around them. I feel for the boy and the boy’s family. He’s somehow right when he said that “they (referring to those who picked on him) made him do it”. But anyway, the end doesn’t justify the means. You cannot just go on a killing rampage and shoot all those who’ve hurt you.
So I thought about my own highschool experience. Nothing really morbid about it. I was not the popular kid and I was not the kid who you get to pick on. And frankly, I really don’t care if nobody knows my name. Popularity contest are just for those people with very little brains and got very low self-esteem, who believes that being popular defines who they are. Nope, am not one of them, plainly because I have with me a good set of friends who also believes the same thing. I had a tough time during my first year since am a new kid and came from a public school. I was somewhat intimidated by the kids around me, but after realizing that I can beat most of them academically (i was a geek when i was in highschool, i admit) then i gained confidence. Figured that coming from a public school does not mean that you have less knowledge compared to them. In fact, you may be just as smart (or maybe smarter) than some. :p People may probably remember me as that unnamed girl who dances ballet during school programs. But I bet now am known as that bikini-wearing-girl-who-used-to-be-so-quiet-during-highschool. Haha.
Anyway, I remember some group of kids during highschool who picks on some students as well. They’re always in a pack when they do that because they’re scared shitless as well to be picking on anybody if they’re alone. They feel good about themselves to be gossiping about people and picking a fight. I became a victim of one incident gone wrong. A girl who belonged to an “it” group received an anonymous hate letter from someone telling her to stop being a bitch and stop being a prima donna. Her group thought that it was me who wrote the letter, so during one vacant period they sat behind me (all 6 of them, 5 girls and 1 gay hehehe) and started reciting out aloud the letter they got. After reading the letter, they started narrating all the things they will do to the writer if they ever catch her. I was finishing a math homework then so I was oblivious of what’s happening behind me. After 5 minutes or so, the group probably felt frustrated ‘coz I was not biting their bait and the gay confronted me and asked me if i wrote the letter – to which my response was, “which letter? and why would i write her a letter?”. They somehow realized on their own that some other group may have hated them more than I (or my group) do. hehehe. So they left, ashamed that they barked at the wrong tree.
Oh well, highschool immaturity. Not my kind of thing. :p
To end this blog, buy the book – Nineteen Minutes by Jodi Picoult.