Friday, August 03, 2007
HI,
NINETY FOR MY TINGXIE,
TWENTY-FOUR FOR MY MATH COMMON TEST!
TRALALALALA,
AND MY MOM MISSED-CALLED ME. DURING HISTORY.
"EH, WHADYOU WANT? I BUY FOR YOU OKAY?"
"WAH, SO GOOD ISIT?"
-THEN SHE KNOW ABOUT THE MATH AND CHINESE-
"WAH! CONGRATULATIONS AH! SO WHAT YOU WANT? I BUY OKAY?"
"IWANTTHATIPODPODPOD!"
"HOW MUCH?"
I AM A SUPER GOOD MOOD TODAY; EVERYTHING TURNED OUT WELL :D
HISTORY-
MOIRA AND MELISSA WERE SUPER SICK, AND THEY BROKE ALL THE RULES CAN! I KNOW, THIS IS THE RETRIBUTION I GET FOR BEING SO SICK :0, BUT THEY ARE NOT SUPPOSED TO BREAK RULES ): THEY WERE ALL CROUCHING AROUND ME, PUTTING THEIR HANDS ON MY SHOULDERS ARE STARTED COUNTING ONE BY ONE INFRONT OF ME, FLASHING THEIR SIGNATURE SICKESTEST SMILES EVER KNOWN OKAY! (THINK: PERVERT), AND EVEN SETH TAN COULD NOT BEAT THEM. TRY PICURING THAT. THEN SETH TAN FLASHED BACK THAT SAME SICK SMILE THEY HAD ON THEIR RULE-BREAKING FACES, AND I THOUGHT I WAS IN SOME H___Y MOVIE (?!)
THEN WE HAD TO RESEARCH ON THE SILK ROAD INTERNARY FOR THAT STRETCHWORK THINGO-
HARLO.
YO.
IS SE_ THERE?
NO LAH! I CANT HEAR HIS VOICE LEH.
GREAT.
TRALALA (:
THIS IS SO ANNOYING ):
YEAH, AND THIS SILK ROAD SHIT IS FRYING ALL MY BRAIN CELLS.
GLAD YOU KNOW THAT,
(r)
CAUSE THIS IS ONE OF THE BEST LESSONS EVER, COM COM AND MORE COM
WHAT DO YOU THINK, MOIRA AND MELISSA ARE KILLING INSTANTLY ALL MY BRAIN CELLS
WHY?
LONG STORY (L)
-THEN SE_'S VOICE START RADIATING THROUGH THE COM LAB-
OHOHOHOHOHOH,
OH, SHUT IT, NOOOOOOW!
SE_ START WALKING THROUGH MY ROW, AND MINIMISED MESSAGES START POPPING UP LIKE POPCORN.
(TRALALALALA)
"EH JOLYNE, I THINK SE_ IS FEELING SAD TODAY LEH"
-LOOK-
"REALLY?"
"UMM"
"YOU NOTICED?!"
"WHAT THEN AND JOLYNE, DONT GIVE ME THAT LOOK."
"AHTOOTTOOT, OH YEAH, SAD TODAY, WHYHOWWHATWHEN?"
"I THINK HOR, HE IS SUPER SAD, CAUSE I DONT SEE THAT SICK FACE ANYMORE, IS WAS ONCE A REGULAR."
"PSSTPSST, WHADYOUMEAN?"
"I GOT THIS WEIRD VIBE, THAT IS CAUSE OF HIS WIFE."
"OKAY, GOT IT MOIRA, NOW DO YOUR WOOOOORK!"
"I KIND OF PITY HIM TODAY, HE SO SAD"
"I AM NOT LOOKING, CAUSE WHEN PEOPLE ARE SAD, I FEEL SAD TOO."
(and if you havent noticed, we are talking super soft during the graded assignment, and after that, when the sick smiles start its prescence i took back EVERYTHING i just said, like SERIOUSLY. every single thing)
(i dont like moira and melissa (*))
anticlimax.
DRAMA WAS EVEN WORSE.
(i seriously REGRET all the h____h____h____, i feel h____ songs i sang, every sick and h____ stuff are shooting out of adrian's mouth faster than spit, okaaaaay.)
"can you dont wear SO REVEALING?",
"make sure hor, THE CLASS TEE ALSO MUST WRAP AT THE PROPER PLACES"
(cheesepie.)
THE CLASS TEE IS NOT A BIKINI.
OH, OH, OH!
TODAY, MELISSA CHUA WORE A NEON (NEON) ORANGE WITH GREEN STRIPES BRA/BIKINI,
AND STANDING WHERE ADRIAN WAS, I CAN SEE EVERY DETAIL ON THE BRA,
THINK,
WITH THE PE TEE OFF,
YEAH,
THAT LOOK.
PEOPLE AND MARKER:
"NUMBER TWO!"
"NUMBER TWO!"
"NUMBER TWO!"
"NUMBER TWO!"
FOUR TIMES, ADRIAN CALLED "NUMBER TWO!",
AND FYI, THAT IS MELISSA CHUA'S NUMBER.
(very suggestive.)
(i have this vibe that is because of the candybra)
HAPPY SICK DAY TO YOUUUUUU!
;JOLYNEEEE!.
4:58 PM
