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Friday, March 02, 2007
2 March 2007
I AM SO PISSED OFF.
P.I.S.S.E.D O.F.F
no offence, but I'm just spelling Piss Off out to express the pissed-off mood in me, and not to criticise you that you don't know how to spell P.i.s.s.e.d o.f.f.
I hate to sit in front. Especially when I'm sitting exactly right in front of the teacher's table. Uh-uh, not impressive at all.
It's like, I stare at the teacher, the teacher stares back. Teacher smiles, I smile weakly, then pretend to be totally engrossed in something else, for example DOODLING on the newspapers.
My school life is full of doodling.
I doodle EVERYWHERE. Check my Chinese TB out, check my Chem TB and my Bio. EVERYTHING IS FULL OF DOODLES. EVERYTHING THAT BELONGS TO ME.
I love to draw, I love to do things I like.
But some bloody idiotic arse scolded me for doodling when I was supposed to do corrections. Yeah, I know it's wrong to be doodling during lessons, but come on, fool. Everyone is like, not paying attention to your OH-SO-INFORMATIVE lessons. Oh, is that a clue?
Well actually it is, if you get what I mean.
AND the only one you gave your strict warning to is me.
and you even told me some unnecessary things I don't want to be told, or at least, don't want to be told by you when you're giving out notes to the class.
It spoils my mood, for the WHOLE DAY.
Thus, I SERIOUSLY NEED TO GET BACK TO MY ORIGINAL SEAT TO SALVAGE MYSELF FROM A BEING-PESTERED-BY-IRRITATING-TEACHER CONDITION. IMMEDIATELY.
Frustrated and angry.
Maybe next time when you feel that you have too much energy causing you undesirable hyperactiveness, trying kissing your own ass. That will definitely take you some time figuring that out.
Enough about pestering mosquitoes.
So anyway, for Physics, did quite bad.
Bio, averagely average. From almost whole class fail, it turned out only 2 failed.
I told you teachers are exaggerating devils.
Gonna change my blogskin soon. I've already done the graphics, will be up when I'm free and I have the FULL use of the modem.

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