Thursday, September 17, 2009
It's been so terrible today......It's exam time, man!
TWO most bothersome essays to write...Malay and English. Thought the english one would be quite easy.It was...but our most respected Mr Ong Saw Teik gave us too much must-write stuff in Section A! There was virtually no space at all for self-development of the topic. Darn it all, my essay was a real mess! Too little time alloted for such a long topic. Oh well, guess I can say bye-bye to any thoughts of getting 29 marks for my essay. No such luck this time.
Plenty of excitement this few days...Know what the excitement was? Some quite important "dignitaries" visited our class. And oh, they made long speeches too. Long detailed speeches about the "goodness" of 2A3 and the "brilliantness" of its students. Gah, might as well have the truth out. Can't hold it for much longer. To sum it up in a nutshell, CHK, CKS, GYF and the rest of the hiao bos paid our class a visit to shout and scream vulgarities at certain people who pointed out the truth about them. Oh man, did CHK scream! She even threw a chair high up in the air at the person who most kindly pointed out the truth about her.[Superwoman, anyone?]
CKS's and GYF's gang was even worse. They surrounded their unfortunate victim and verbally abused her until she cried. Even then, they didn't stop. Instead, they sneered and pulled ugly faces and gave her one last dig:"I think she's just pretending! Hey, [the victim's name], if you're really so upset, then go jump from the highest floor!" What the heck. Our whole class was pretty angry and yelled back at them. Being the cowards they were, they immediately beat a hasty retreat to their own class.[It stinks]. If I had the handling of them, I would tie them to a burning stake! Let them come again! If they do, I'll get pretty handy with a broomstick! Come on if you dare, 50 at once if you wish to, what's there to be proud about? Damned MOCKSTERS-you don't even deserve to be called real gangsters. REAL gangsters stay and fight, mocksters like you guys merely take your strength from numbers. Ok, so you say you're not taking your strength from numbers. If that's really so, what about a one-to-one fight? See if you dare!
By the way, dear CHK, don't go about telling your whole class that 2A3 is filled with hiao bos who have bad results. That's called the pot calling the kettle black, you know? You got the last in your class, so just shut up your big mouth. There are plenty of people in 2A3 who didn't insult you[truth:point out the truth about you] and you dare to insult them.Just shut up your big mouth or you'll risk having a flowerpot flung at your head.
And dear hiao bos[including the one that linked me] it would be too bad if I did not compose a song to commemorate all your evil-doings. So here it comes:
Sing a song of hiao bos,
a pocket full of flies[or lies, whichever you like]
Four and twenty hiao bos,
losing their minds.
When they lost their minds,
lo! vulgarities a-flowing.
Was that not noise pollution,
disturbing everyone?
The king was in his chamber,
cutting hiao bos' heads.
The queen was in the kitchen,
making hiao bo pies.
Imprisoned hiaobos shuddered,
awaiting execution.
When down came the king's axe,
and chopped of their heads!
(Sung to the tune of "Sing A Song of Sixpence")
Y she
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