"Bfff"

Friday, March 05, 2010

Guess when the last time I cried.
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Guess again. LOL.
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On 24 Feb 2010.

Yeashh. 

It's on that motivation day.

But I din't cried because of that. Pffft.

Now that motivation thingy kinda lame. I know they use psychology.

Bla.. bla .. bla..

Oh and I was sleeping at that time. LOL.

Ah-ha!

And my teacher called me hati batu for didnt cried in that motivation.  

Now, where was I?

Right, I cried because...
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I desperately want to go home!

To get my beauty sleep. HAHA.

I slept like one hour only the day before that.

Because of that faggot so-called-public-phone!

I went home LATE!

Please for goodness sake, what you called a public phone when it's alive but you can't call people.

Seriously, it is alive. LOL.

Oh, I shouldn't blame on that public phone.

I should blame on that freaking shitty school.

Darn!

Kay, back to that.

For moron like me, 
who so-called-don't-know-how-to-use-a-public-phone.

Thought a public phone with sound can be use.

Stupid me tried that freaking-sounded-public-phone like million times.

Pressing my mum's number like gazillion times.

I thought my mum doesn't want to pick up,
then I start whining.

After like so long, I was frustrated.

My mind was like messed and jumbled up cause you know, girls stuff on that disastrous day.

Bang on those phone.

I walk further and found one.

Gah, I felt blissful when I hear my mum voice.

Then I start crying. LOOLLL.

Fine! (means THE END in Italian musical terms)

I know, What The Hack right?




I can't believe I cried because of that.

Now, I think back about it. 

Its Super Lame. Crazy lah. *slap myself*

I din't even cried when I fell that day.

 I didn't cried when I was called by the principal. oh ya...(hear we go again)
And get scolded like shitty friggin million times.
Racist DNA!
Just because I'm a prefect I'm not perfect.
Get that right!
Students are not the slave of yours.
And stop saying,
"Students of cluster school must be perfect,
Both co-curriculum and academics."
Envy-nyerrrr. Comparing us with others school.
And told me that,"Students is controlling the parents"
What shit you talking about?! 
"EH you jangan buat saya malu lah" . WTHH!
Yeah. Describe herself as if she is perfect.
Shut your gullible and vulnerable act okay.
So-called-perfect-principal-who-never-make-a-mistake-in-her-whole-high school life?
For god sake, Who would actually believe that. Pffft.


Don't you think its more disgrace a so-called-chemistry-teacher who,
Don't even know how to teach?
Don't even know what substance is that. HA-HA.
Indirectly you just make a JOKE.
LOSER. No wonder you said, 
Leadership is more important then education.


YOU! Loser DNA, purposely insult me infront of teachers and everyone?
As if I did such a HUGE HUGE mistake.
You  think you know me that well.
I say NOPE. I think I know you better.
Loser, it's a matter of time.


You can't force me, I can do whatever I want.
Want to sack me? Go ahead.
Too bad, you can't.
Want to know why? AH-haa!


The Variable:
Fixed : My Attitude 
Manipulate : Problems occur by me
Responding : Reaction of DNA


The hypothesis:
The more you try to manipulate things, the harder it gets to reach your goal.


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The more you try to force me, the more I HATE YOU and AGAINST YOU!

Conclusion:
Yeah, I'm problematic.

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