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Wednesday, January 16, 2008
Handphones schmanphones

Oh my god. I hate pmsing okay. Like, I know, every girl does, but I exceptionally hate it! And I also hate Science. I'm close to hating Mr Rizal and his damn running tactics. And also, I hate Uncle's way of teaching science.

WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU FOCUSING SO MUCH ON MATH FOR. WHAT ABOUT GODDAMNED SCIENCE.

I asked if you could teach me more about it, you told me to buy the sec 3 textbook. Then whats good for having a tuition teacher? AND THE STUFF THAT YOU'RE TEACHING ME NOW FOR MATH? Out-dated, mister. See, go away for a week and let your son 'teach' (all he did was read Harry Potter: Deathly Hallows while we did Algebra and drive (myself) crazy with ions and what ever hit Science has in store for us) us in your place, this is what happens.

I get so depressed that I can't think straight. SEE SEE SEE. God, the person who invented Science should die. I know, he's already dead, BUT! His reincarnate should die@! And (quote Jasmine) burn in hell!

Oh, history was just so uberly retarded today.

Alvin: -stares blankly into space while trying to cry-.
Me: -Takes a ball of crushed paper and throws it at his head- Stop being such a retard
Alvin: -Looks up with actual tears in his eyes.- Eh, you throw paper at me! I cry! OH FINALLY, I'M CRYING. HAHAHHA.

And like, loads of other things yup. God, my blisters so hurt. It is fucking raw skin now. RAW RAW RAW. Like, RED raw. Um, BEEF raw. Okay, too graphical.

God, K, just GO AWAY. I was only demo-ing please!
!10:19 PM