There’s chinese test 2morrow! Eeks. I jus hate Friday’s. who’s going to the studio?
I kinda hate mr.whiteway sometimes. Such a jerk man. Moron. He caught me for my socks when they’re already so high up, in-front of miss tang. And he made me pull them all up, and while I bend them to pull them up, he banged his think stack of papers into my face. Felt lyke punching his balls. Lyke for god-damn sake, cun you use ur bloody goat eyes for once, and look at what ur doing?
But anyway, I was at the staff room to get permission frm miss tang to hand in my a.maths 2morrow, cos I forgot to bring my file to skool. She was practically doing sume jedi mind trick on me. Damn balls. I thgt she was gonna scream at me, in the end, we ended up with sume veri lame conversation. She was lyke smiling and laughing, holding her pathetic cup with the packet ‘teh-cee’ in it. And then staring at me, trying to watch me make a fool out of myself. She was practically drilling me. She made me say very ‘duh’ kinda things, and we argued whether or not my shoe was broken. She kept insisting that mine was broken, and I insist also that mine isn’t. it was lame man.
Tang: take for eg. I tore my dress or I tore the paper. They’re torn and broken rite?
Me: yah, technically. They are broken or torn.
Tang. Ok. So ans me, is ur shoe broken?
Me: no. its not.
Tang: -breathes heavily and rolls eyes- but ur shoe is not even proper. Its over-sized, and the lace aren’t even tied, and there’re end sticking out. when you walk, it looks lyke its slipping out. you dare say its not broken?
Me: no. its jus dirty, and old. and it isn’t oversized cos its jus that the lace aren’t tied 2gether. That’s why they look lyke they’re slipping off.
Tang: but its broken wad. The ends are obviously coming off.
Me: yah. But they’re really comfortable.
And the conversation continues with miss tang asking me more lame questions. But mind intriguing. But really, you hardly find pple using the word ‘broken’ on a shoe. Cos shoe’s dun break. They wear and tear. Broken seems much more appropriate on stilettos. I’m gonna be so screwed when she speaks to me parents. Cos she’ll probably bring up the shoe lameness.
She asked so much lame stuff, that I dunno whether to laugh or to cry.
Caijun is so sick. He keeps telling me this: “bella. I dun want to talk to you. I want you now. I can see you in 5 minutes all ready in my bath-tub.” And he says that in lyke a panting kind of voice. Lyke he jus did it, or high on orgasm. And he keeps tongueing me. Keeps licking them all over his lips, with that sensual look in his eyes. But its really entertaining man.
I kinda hate mr.whiteway sometimes. Such a jerk man. Moron. He caught me for my socks when they’re already so high up, in-front of miss tang. And he made me pull them all up, and while I bend them to pull them up, he banged his think stack of papers into my face. Felt lyke punching his balls. Lyke for god-damn sake, cun you use ur bloody goat eyes for once, and look at what ur doing?
But anyway, I was at the staff room to get permission frm miss tang to hand in my a.maths 2morrow, cos I forgot to bring my file to skool. She was practically doing sume jedi mind trick on me. Damn balls. I thgt she was gonna scream at me, in the end, we ended up with sume veri lame conversation. She was lyke smiling and laughing, holding her pathetic cup with the packet ‘teh-cee’ in it. And then staring at me, trying to watch me make a fool out of myself. She was practically drilling me. She made me say very ‘duh’ kinda things, and we argued whether or not my shoe was broken. She kept insisting that mine was broken, and I insist also that mine isn’t. it was lame man.
Tang: take for eg. I tore my dress or I tore the paper. They’re torn and broken rite?
Me: yah, technically. They are broken or torn.
Tang. Ok. So ans me, is ur shoe broken?
Me: no. its not.
Tang: -breathes heavily and rolls eyes- but ur shoe is not even proper. Its over-sized, and the lace aren’t even tied, and there’re end sticking out. when you walk, it looks lyke its slipping out. you dare say its not broken?
Me: no. its jus dirty, and old. and it isn’t oversized cos its jus that the lace aren’t tied 2gether. That’s why they look lyke they’re slipping off.
Tang: but its broken wad. The ends are obviously coming off.
Me: yah. But they’re really comfortable.
And the conversation continues with miss tang asking me more lame questions. But mind intriguing. But really, you hardly find pple using the word ‘broken’ on a shoe. Cos shoe’s dun break. They wear and tear. Broken seems much more appropriate on stilettos. I’m gonna be so screwed when she speaks to me parents. Cos she’ll probably bring up the shoe lameness.
She asked so much lame stuff, that I dunno whether to laugh or to cry.
Caijun is so sick. He keeps telling me this: “bella. I dun want to talk to you. I want you now. I can see you in 5 minutes all ready in my bath-tub.” And he says that in lyke a panting kind of voice. Lyke he jus did it, or high on orgasm. And he keeps tongueing me. Keeps licking them all over his lips, with that sensual look in his eyes. But its really entertaining man.
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