RUSTY MOMENTSY
ZOMG.
Its the March Hols already ??
Can I just say that it is not HOLIDAYS at all ?
Reason ?
Extra classes scattered here & there.
HAH ! I kno, that practically sucked.
Whateva laa kay, its the final year anywhoos.
So, endure for a lil while Miza.
:D
PMS
Lady Boss came half an hour late & good, she missed the Boring Speech in the hall & without my slightest knowledge she dragged my Eldest Unt along.
Freakin' Bulle.
They went all parenty & all naggy(as expected laa.. so typical right.. ?)
afta analysing the damn results.
& not to mention, it went on & on & on & on & on & on..
& on & on & on..
even when we're in the cab.
PFFFFFT.
I was half alert & half asleep.
& the replies that came from me was majorly just "Uhh.. Ahh ? Ahh.. Kayy.. Ohh, ahhh.."
Nyeh Nyeh Nyeh.
I'm alright now people.
Thanks for the concerns.
& I just got to know some NB tcher is sticking his/her nose in my affairs.
Somewhere out there, that Motha pao me.
Keep it up laaa, you're succha a sickenin' saddistic that entertains yourself by the sufferment of others.
No life is it ??
Stop bein a pain in my neck la ehk, you might as well go pao every single students in school, you biatch/bastard !
But hey, I highly think its a woman.
So biatch, I know I'm too rebellious for you to handle, so puh-lease, scram.
Seresly speaking, tchers nowadays are real bummers.
They screw you, and then enjoys the satisfaction.
Like wtf laaa.
I know, I know, whatevanots it is, I know all eyes are on me.
Cheh !
Wait, that sound so wrong.
Uhm, I just havta be extra careful.
That Biatch might even know bout' my blog !
Sial uh.
& pls just bear with me for another bit.
I'm soo pissed with that Old Hag !
She gave me a good ZERO MARK for a question I got correct for !!
& I tell you, its a biggie hokays, cos 5/25 for English CT is obviously NOT GOOD !
D-UHH.
& how can she do this ? That Olddie didn't even bother to check what I've told her laa, & she snapped me off just like that.
Fun to curse right ..?
*&!%£@# FUCKHEAD.
I betta stop. Really really, I must end this post asap before I got amazingly carried away.
This is what I call Style.
Heh, ok, NOT.
That was during Drama, where we're supposed to make roses for some Drama Scenes.
& the Kecho-rable people practically slacked their assies off in the lovely airconditioned room.
Nyah, who the chic cares kan ?
