♥ Tuesday, October 30, 2007 ♥
Queen Of All Bitches
30 October 2007
"Mirror mirror on the wall,
Please can you tell me,
Who's the bitchiest of all??"
Not to mention the ugliest and the fattest.
Um. Not really the fattest but still fat nevertheless.
And not really the ugliest but still ugly anyway.
And to think I'd thought that the tsunamis and huge waves are finally over and it's PEACE. Yeah, right. Rigggght.
No outbursts, no disturbances, no craziness, no madness, no insanity, no nothing from her for kind of a long time.
Her - Buffy the Vampire Slayer.
Vampire Slayer??! No. That's too cool for her. Vampires should slay her. Really.
Her - Queen of Craziness / Queen of Emotions / Queen of All Bitches (new nickname)
She's totally mad, did everything according to her mood, good, and you're fine ; bad, then you die, and now, she's become such a BITCH, not that she wasn't a bitch earlier, she just is so totally . . . abominable today?! Yes, she is. I mean she always has been, just she went a little overboard today. Did she f-cking THREATENED us??
Yes, she did.
So, it happened when our class monitor burst into class, and shouted herself hoarse for our attention (failing at first because we were . . . absorbed in our own things) and told us that Her Highness, the Honourable Miss Buffy, the Queen of Loveliness and Beauty (*puke and splutters*), deducted our marks for our History exam paper. Like our marks aren't low enough??! Naturally, everyone was furious. Duh. Come on. She did ask us to do the presentation, but she didn't even told us what to do, I mean, she did ask us to do something from the text book, but, she didn't say whether she wants us to present it in class, to stick the presentation up her ass or what??! She didn't say. And she didn't tell us when she wants us to pass up the f-cking thing. So we all thought, no hurries, right?? Wrong. So, not a single person in class can pass up the beastly presentation. Our monitor asked us to sign the paper, to . . . prove that the marks are correct, to say that yes, we agree with the marks. Well, the marks aren't correct! She deducted our marks without reason. Well, there IS a reason, but it's her who didn't tell us when she's expecting the presentation.
Okay.
So, our assistant monitor went downstairs and told the teacher that we didn't agree to her deducting our marks, that we didn't sign the paper, and Her Highness lost her temper. Oh dear. Hurry up!! Get a glass of wine, get some royal goodies to calm her down, someone!! And after that, she threatened to deduct another mark if we didn't sign the paper in 15 minutes. What the f-ck. Is that even legal?! I mean, it's not so terrible, not until the point of legal-ness and illegal-ness, but . . . that's so not fair. Poo.
What else can we do?
We signed the paper. I feel like those stuff we learned from the textbook, about those agreements our country signed with British and other countries in the olden days. Some were forced, some were just trying to be friends, all sorts of other agreements. I feel like SHE forced us to sign the agreement or else we'd all be sent to prison. Uh-huh. By that time most of the whole class were buzzing with anger. Aww. I feel sorry for Sue Yi!! She . . . "went through a lot". Of course, it's not as terrible as it sounds like (it sounds like, she was broke, she has no place to live, no food to eat . . . and of course that's not her "went through a lot") I mean, it must be hard to have to tell the teacher that the whole class disagreed with her craziness (who'd ever agree with craziness?? I mean the crazy crazy, not the funny crazy), and who knows?? Maybe SHE lost her temper, and shouted at Sue Yi, or shrieked (she always shriek, and it ain't no pleasant thing, as her voice has kind of a problem, always like . . . um . . . out of tune??!) Sue Yi's face was so red and sweaty when she came back to our class.
And, that's not all.
The Evil Queen then threatened to deduct 5 marks if we didn't pass up the presentation tomorrow. Come ON??! One night to finish everything. I guess it isn't really a lot, but, I still don't think it's fair. It's her own fault for goodness sake. Why didn't she tell us when she wanted us to pass up? Why did she kept quiet? Is she trying to get us into trouble?
We all felt like complaining about her to the . . . AUTHORITIES!!!! Nope. Just joking. xP Complain her to someone, a teacher, I guess, then eventually the news will spread, and spread, and spread, just like the hottest gossip of the hottest celebrity in Hollywood.
And then . . .
*
"Will the Honourable Miss Buffy (HMB) please come to the Headmistress's Room right now?? At once." The voice sounded out loud over the speakers. Clearly the voice belonged to the Headmistress, which was a rare occasion, because the Headmistress is always so busy with her own work.
HMB perked up her ears in her teacher's seat in E2B. Her heart started beating non-stop, and getting faster and faster. Am I about to get the promotion now?? HMB thought. Then, my salary will be raised, and I'll be even more richer than I am now. What will I do with all the money?? Hmm . . . I must get one of those gorgeous Chanel high heel sandals. Oh! And I must get that newest Nokia handphone, pink in color!! And I must, must get that cute pink transparent Hello Kitty bag I saw at the Hello Kitty shop yesterday. It's just so adorable!! Ah. And the hundred-inch Christian Louboutin peep-toe shoes, and the limited edition Gucci handbag. Oh!!!! I totally forgotten about that pink colored . . . . . . .
"Will the HNB please come to the Headmistress's Room right now?? Immediately," the Headmistress repeated once more, getting impatient.
HNB jerked out of her delicious day dream, and hurriedly kept her laptop, picked up her three bags, one huge green one with sequins and flowers, another light blue transparent one that looks like a Louis Vuitton design, and another tote bag to carry her stuff. She adjusted her outfit, and then set off out of class E2B without a word, anxious for her promotion. Oh, the things she would buy!! HNB thought while smiling a secret radiant smile to herself.
When she reached the ground floor of the school, she stopped a while to recover herself. Why can't the school build escalators or something? HNB thought. Isn't teaching a bunch of wild students (referring to E2B students) enough?? And they still want us to climb up and down four whole floors. Then she continued her journey, panting slightly.
Knock knock!!!! Finally I'm at the Headmistress's Room, HNB thought. Whew.
"Come in!!!" The Headmistress shouted with her kindly low voice.
"Good afternoon, Headmistress. You asked to see me??" HNB said sweetly, smiling.
"Good afternoon, Miss HNB. I want to tell you something important." The Headmistress said.
This is it, HNB thought. This is the start of a new and glamorous life, a luxury life. "Yes??"
"Well, I received a lot of reports about you."
"Really?? And I'm getting my promotion???" HNB blurted out.
"Huh??!" The Head shot a quizzical look at HNB.
"I mean, since you got a lot reports about me, I must be promoting!!" HNB said proudly.
"Promote?? HNB . . . "
"Stop keeping me in the suspense any longer! After this I'm off to get those limited edition handbags."
"God, HNB, you're really self-obsessed. And, I never said that your reports were good, did I?? And promote?? No way. Even Teacher XXX haven't promoted yet, and she's in front of you in the line."
"????!" HNB started to blush.
"No. What I was going to say is, I received a lot of reports about you, bad reports, just to say, from parents to students. I must say I'm not pleased with you. Often I have received complaints about you, and every time I forgave you and gave you a new chance to start over. But every time you got worse and worse."
HNB gulped. No promotion. What is happening? I must be in a dream. "Wha - whad - whadddt??"
"I've given you chance after chance to turn over a new leaf, but after months I still haven't see a change in you. So, I'm sorry to say . . . "
"WHAT??"
"You've got to leave the school. You don't deserve to be here. The students detest you, and even some of the teachers. Even I couldn't like you after those reports I had about you, and the way you act, and how you obsessed over shoes and accessories when you should be focusing on teaching your students, especially students from E2B. I heard that their History marks all fell from around 90% to 40%. That's terrible."
"But they didn't study!! You couldn't blame me. You couldn't." HNB's voice was starting to tremble.
"No. Besides that, the reports I had from you was really terrible. Day after day you were absent, day after day you sat in class and let the students do their own things without teaching. (to the joy of the students, of course)"
" . . . "
"So, this is the last week you're coming back to the school. I can't afford to give you another chance, and ruin the students' studies."
"But, the children are so naughty and cheeky!! They were always so noisy in class. They are crazy monkeys that doesn't know how to behave."
"HNB," The Headmistress said kindly, "The students are people who're supposed to be your friends, who're supposed to look up to you, and you're supposed to set an example for them. They're not your enemies, not a burden, and they're certainly not your shouting-mates, since every time I walked pass your class you were always shouting at the students."
" . . . " Tears were starting to roll in HNB's eyes.
"I'm sorry . . . I really have to sack you. You don't deserve another chance."
"Please, please!! Give me another chance!!!! Please!! I promise I'll do better. I promise I'll change. Seriously."
"It's too late, HNB. You should have realized that long ago. Now, leave. I have an important phone call to do."
What else could HNB do other than to leave?? The crestfallen Queen left the room in tears, and . . .
*
BAH.
Snapped out of the dream . . .
What a sweet, sweet, dream I had. I WISH that would happen.
Oh, oh, OH!! How I wish our headmistress sees the true colors of HNB. *sigh* She really shouldn't be here. She's like, one of those rich-arses. What the hell is she doing in our school?? Go somewhere else, it's better for you. Seriously. See?? We care about you. You can be happier, you won't get older by scolding us every day, you won't need to climb four or five floors to go to a class . . .
*
Oh yeah. And I totally forgot to mention that I've been cutting my hair for two or three days straight. Yeeep. Not a good feeling. It's not fun to have hair all over your neck in school. And it's not fun to have to hide at our secret hide-out to cut it. The place's so stuffy and hot. Garn!!! I hate it. And the prefect actually said she's going to demerit me 4 marks. What the F-CK??! At least Yann Ying (thanks a lot, mwahhs) helped me argue with her and she decided to close one eye. Hah! Probably let me go just because it's Yann Ying who argued with her. They're friends, you see. If I argued with her she probably just . . . close one eye and pretend not to see me. And, I will lose my temper, really. Oucch. So damn pissed just now I kicked the chair and . . . it hurts. Grrar! Anyway, I'm still cutting my hair tomorrow. Yay me. NOT.
* Go Back *
"Mirror mirror on the wall,
Please can you tell me,
Who's the bitchiest of all??"
Not to mention the ugliest and the fattest.
Um. Not really the fattest but still fat nevertheless.
And not really the ugliest but still ugly anyway.
And to think I'd thought that the tsunamis and huge waves are finally over and it's PEACE. Yeah, right. Rigggght.
No outbursts, no disturbances, no craziness, no madness, no insanity, no nothing from her for kind of a long time.
Her - Buffy the Vampire Slayer.
Vampire Slayer??! No. That's too cool for her. Vampires should slay her. Really.
Her - Queen of Craziness / Queen of Emotions / Queen of All Bitches (new nickname)
She's totally mad, did everything according to her mood, good, and you're fine ; bad, then you die, and now, she's become such a BITCH, not that she wasn't a bitch earlier, she just is so totally . . . abominable today?! Yes, she is. I mean she always has been, just she went a little overboard today. Did she f-cking THREATENED us??
Yes, she did.
So, it happened when our class monitor burst into class, and shouted herself hoarse for our attention (failing at first because we were . . . absorbed in our own things) and told us that Her Highness, the Honourable Miss Buffy, the Queen of Loveliness and Beauty (*puke and splutters*), deducted our marks for our History exam paper. Like our marks aren't low enough??! Naturally, everyone was furious. Duh. Come on. She did ask us to do the presentation, but she didn't even told us what to do, I mean, she did ask us to do something from the text book, but, she didn't say whether she wants us to present it in class, to stick the presentation up her ass or what??! She didn't say. And she didn't tell us when she wants us to pass up the f-cking thing. So we all thought, no hurries, right?? Wrong. So, not a single person in class can pass up the beastly presentation. Our monitor asked us to sign the paper, to . . . prove that the marks are correct, to say that yes, we agree with the marks. Well, the marks aren't correct! She deducted our marks without reason. Well, there IS a reason, but it's her who didn't tell us when she's expecting the presentation.
Okay.
So, our assistant monitor went downstairs and told the teacher that we didn't agree to her deducting our marks, that we didn't sign the paper, and Her Highness lost her temper. Oh dear. Hurry up!! Get a glass of wine, get some royal goodies to calm her down, someone!! And after that, she threatened to deduct another mark if we didn't sign the paper in 15 minutes. What the f-ck. Is that even legal?! I mean, it's not so terrible, not until the point of legal-ness and illegal-ness, but . . . that's so not fair. Poo.
What else can we do?
We signed the paper. I feel like those stuff we learned from the textbook, about those agreements our country signed with British and other countries in the olden days. Some were forced, some were just trying to be friends, all sorts of other agreements. I feel like SHE forced us to sign the agreement or else we'd all be sent to prison. Uh-huh. By that time most of the whole class were buzzing with anger. Aww. I feel sorry for Sue Yi!! She . . . "went through a lot". Of course, it's not as terrible as it sounds like (it sounds like, she was broke, she has no place to live, no food to eat . . . and of course that's not her "went through a lot") I mean, it must be hard to have to tell the teacher that the whole class disagreed with her craziness (who'd ever agree with craziness?? I mean the crazy crazy, not the funny crazy), and who knows?? Maybe SHE lost her temper, and shouted at Sue Yi, or shrieked (she always shriek, and it ain't no pleasant thing, as her voice has kind of a problem, always like . . . um . . . out of tune??!) Sue Yi's face was so red and sweaty when she came back to our class.
And, that's not all.
The Evil Queen then threatened to deduct 5 marks if we didn't pass up the presentation tomorrow. Come ON??! One night to finish everything. I guess it isn't really a lot, but, I still don't think it's fair. It's her own fault for goodness sake. Why didn't she tell us when she wanted us to pass up? Why did she kept quiet? Is she trying to get us into trouble?
We all felt like complaining about her to the . . . AUTHORITIES!!!! Nope. Just joking. xP Complain her to someone, a teacher, I guess, then eventually the news will spread, and spread, and spread, just like the hottest gossip of the hottest celebrity in Hollywood.
And then . . .
*
"Will the Honourable Miss Buffy (HMB) please come to the Headmistress's Room right now?? At once." The voice sounded out loud over the speakers. Clearly the voice belonged to the Headmistress, which was a rare occasion, because the Headmistress is always so busy with her own work.
HMB perked up her ears in her teacher's seat in E2B. Her heart started beating non-stop, and getting faster and faster. Am I about to get the promotion now?? HMB thought. Then, my salary will be raised, and I'll be even more richer than I am now. What will I do with all the money?? Hmm . . . I must get one of those gorgeous Chanel high heel sandals. Oh! And I must get that newest Nokia handphone, pink in color!! And I must, must get that cute pink transparent Hello Kitty bag I saw at the Hello Kitty shop yesterday. It's just so adorable!! Ah. And the hundred-inch Christian Louboutin peep-toe shoes, and the limited edition Gucci handbag. Oh!!!! I totally forgotten about that pink colored . . . . . . .
"Will the HNB please come to the Headmistress's Room right now?? Immediately," the Headmistress repeated once more, getting impatient.
HNB jerked out of her delicious day dream, and hurriedly kept her laptop, picked up her three bags, one huge green one with sequins and flowers, another light blue transparent one that looks like a Louis Vuitton design, and another tote bag to carry her stuff. She adjusted her outfit, and then set off out of class E2B without a word, anxious for her promotion. Oh, the things she would buy!! HNB thought while smiling a secret radiant smile to herself.
When she reached the ground floor of the school, she stopped a while to recover herself. Why can't the school build escalators or something? HNB thought. Isn't teaching a bunch of wild students (referring to E2B students) enough?? And they still want us to climb up and down four whole floors. Then she continued her journey, panting slightly.
Knock knock!!!! Finally I'm at the Headmistress's Room, HNB thought. Whew.
"Come in!!!" The Headmistress shouted with her kindly low voice.
"Good afternoon, Headmistress. You asked to see me??" HNB said sweetly, smiling.
"Good afternoon, Miss HNB. I want to tell you something important." The Headmistress said.
This is it, HNB thought. This is the start of a new and glamorous life, a luxury life. "Yes??"
"Well, I received a lot of reports about you."
"Really?? And I'm getting my promotion???" HNB blurted out.
"Huh??!" The Head shot a quizzical look at HNB.
"I mean, since you got a lot reports about me, I must be promoting!!" HNB said proudly.
"Promote?? HNB . . . "
"Stop keeping me in the suspense any longer! After this I'm off to get those limited edition handbags."
"God, HNB, you're really self-obsessed. And, I never said that your reports were good, did I?? And promote?? No way. Even Teacher XXX haven't promoted yet, and she's in front of you in the line."
"????!" HNB started to blush.
"No. What I was going to say is, I received a lot of reports about you, bad reports, just to say, from parents to students. I must say I'm not pleased with you. Often I have received complaints about you, and every time I forgave you and gave you a new chance to start over. But every time you got worse and worse."
HNB gulped. No promotion. What is happening? I must be in a dream. "Wha - whad - whadddt??"
"I've given you chance after chance to turn over a new leaf, but after months I still haven't see a change in you. So, I'm sorry to say . . . "
"WHAT??"
"You've got to leave the school. You don't deserve to be here. The students detest you, and even some of the teachers. Even I couldn't like you after those reports I had about you, and the way you act, and how you obsessed over shoes and accessories when you should be focusing on teaching your students, especially students from E2B. I heard that their History marks all fell from around 90% to 40%. That's terrible."
"But they didn't study!! You couldn't blame me. You couldn't." HNB's voice was starting to tremble.
"No. Besides that, the reports I had from you was really terrible. Day after day you were absent, day after day you sat in class and let the students do their own things without teaching. (to the joy of the students, of course)"
" . . . "
"So, this is the last week you're coming back to the school. I can't afford to give you another chance, and ruin the students' studies."
"But, the children are so naughty and cheeky!! They were always so noisy in class. They are crazy monkeys that doesn't know how to behave."
"HNB," The Headmistress said kindly, "The students are people who're supposed to be your friends, who're supposed to look up to you, and you're supposed to set an example for them. They're not your enemies, not a burden, and they're certainly not your shouting-mates, since every time I walked pass your class you were always shouting at the students."
" . . . " Tears were starting to roll in HNB's eyes.
"I'm sorry . . . I really have to sack you. You don't deserve another chance."
"Please, please!! Give me another chance!!!! Please!! I promise I'll do better. I promise I'll change. Seriously."
"It's too late, HNB. You should have realized that long ago. Now, leave. I have an important phone call to do."
What else could HNB do other than to leave?? The crestfallen Queen left the room in tears, and . . .
*
BAH.
Snapped out of the dream . . .
What a sweet, sweet, dream I had. I WISH that would happen.
Oh, oh, OH!! How I wish our headmistress sees the true colors of HNB. *sigh* She really shouldn't be here. She's like, one of those rich-arses. What the hell is she doing in our school?? Go somewhere else, it's better for you. Seriously. See?? We care about you. You can be happier, you won't get older by scolding us every day, you won't need to climb four or five floors to go to a class . . .
*
Oh yeah. And I totally forgot to mention that I've been cutting my hair for two or three days straight. Yeeep. Not a good feeling. It's not fun to have hair all over your neck in school. And it's not fun to have to hide at our secret hide-out to cut it. The place's so stuffy and hot. Garn!!! I hate it. And the prefect actually said she's going to demerit me 4 marks. What the F-CK??! At least Yann Ying (thanks a lot, mwahhs) helped me argue with her and she decided to close one eye. Hah! Probably let me go just because it's Yann Ying who argued with her. They're friends, you see. If I argued with her she probably just . . . close one eye and pretend not to see me. And, I will lose my temper, really. Oucch. So damn pissed just now I kicked the chair and . . . it hurts. Grrar! Anyway, I'm still cutting my hair tomorrow. Yay me. NOT.
* Go Back *
♥ craving chocolate kisses ..
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