What happened to SIMPLICITY?

I entered a room. An aula actually. People dressed up to the ten. Bodies bumping each others. No air to breath. Each movement must be done carefully. I was aghast. What happened to simplicity?

Yesterday, i attended a wedding. My father's friend wedding. It was unbelievebly crowded. The moment i entered the room, i knew right then that it would be a bad wedding due to the lack of room given. We(my family and i) had to contact each other through handphones. Yes. It was impossible to reach each other manually. My father said the room was possibly filled by 3000 people.

I don't understand. What's the use of having so much people at your party, and in this case, a very special one, when you can't make them enjoy themself, you can't chit-chat with them, and you can't move through the crowd because your hair and dress is in full danger? The true meaning of wedding, and the true meaning of inviting poeple to wedding was so we can share probably the greatest moment of our lives. Not so we can show-off and say,"Now you understand that I'm THIS rich, hah?"

I don't even understand why the bride let her father invited his friends that much. I mean, your one of most beautiful moment and suddenly you saw someone and you were like who the hell is he? then you ask your man,"Is that your family or relative?" "No, I don't think so.." Then your mom," Mom, is that our family?" "Oh, no. That is the man you father once had a project with." Ha.. It's just crazy, unbeliaveable. So, tell me, what's your idea of a nice wedding? Money? Or Known-relatives?

Screwed Smoker

Just yesterday, my friends and i were joking around in computer class. The two teachers in charge were kinda new and still hesitant (maybe) to discipline us. So, hey, we are youth! And it's our job to enjoy that fact. So, we did enjoy the 'class of freedom'. It was a half an hour class, we had done our job, and so we joked and laughed around. Now, as this all were happening, a computer teacher(he wasn't new but screwed up) that was just hanging out there typing something really did get mad and lost his temper. He yelled to us and told us to shut up (in indonesia), and spent the last 10 minutes giving us lectures about how we should have appreciated the teachers in charge (new teachers), and how that we should have not used their naivete.

Oh please.... He himself was not a good teacher either. He had a strong smell from smoking! And, oh my god, you can hardly even breath! This is not hyperbole. This is true.
When he taught us (he taught me in 10th grade), we might be silent, but the silent was colored by boredom. He looked sleepy (and has always looked sleepy) and he seemed as not interested in the subject as we weren't.

He said we acted very weird and showed lack of discipline. Well, ha, wait a second. Maybe we acted weird because his smell unabled our mind to think normally..

My rancor for him just becomes bigger and bigger and i hope he'll stop smoking.
Well, maybe i'll get caught by school for writing this, maybe not. At least i speak (wrote) my heart up..