Dammit!! I'm changing class!! From E3 to E4... The following paragraph is deicated to my dear principal, Mr BOOshit...
'What the hell, man? Big nose Boo, what the bloody freaking hell is in your brain? If you dunno, let me tell you, just some rubbish morale values. You dare to say them out, but you don't practice what you preached. What's the big screaming deal about A Maths? Is A Maths really that big that you need to isolate the people not taking A Maths from those people taking them? Well... It doesn't matter how big A Maths is to you because no matter how big it is, it won't be bigger then your nose. You are a total rubbish principal. You are even worst then my primaary school principal. You know why? Because you define the intelligence of pupils by the subjects they take. You are totally dumb, boo. Just as your name suggest, you are a BOOOOOOOOO!! And keep those dumb talks to yourself, useless assclown.'
Ok. You people wanna know what's happening? Alright. Today was a fine day until a potatoe head came to tell us that we are changing class. What the hell, man? Everyone left the hall with either sad or angry faces. None of us looked happy. Slap you lar, potatoe and big nose. Dumbasses...
HAIZ!! Don't wanna talk about it anymore. But i can't stop cursing the two of them.
Never mind. I'll just focus on tommorrow. Gonna hit 45 on orientation day!! I'm the model for NCC tommorrow. Whoa!! Hope all the sec ones guys will join us sia. We so good. HAHA..
Today say til here lar... SIanz..
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