1 August 2008

I wasn't going to post an entry today. But yeah. I need to release my anger again.

Anger on whom??

Why, the Rotten-Pear-Fucker of course. Of course.

Those who read my previous posts would know who she is. The bitch.

When I talk about her, it can only be about one thing : HAIR.

Okay, besides her ugly-ass clothes and her ugly-ass face. And her fucking ugly-ass everything. I swear there's not a single thing about her that I can accept. NONE. She's just like the China Princess. But at least I can accept the China Princess' hair. I can't accept the Pear Fucker's. I can't. It's an agony to look at her hair. Or her face. Or everything.

You know what??

I was in the staff room as usual (since Monday), err ... pestering and bothering Teacher Tan Lee Lee about the trip, trying my best to persuade her to go with us. I failed, but I already tried for the whole week, and I'm not going to give up soon. But I'm thinking maybe I shouldn't bother her too much as she already helped us a lot.

Anyway, the Rotten Pear was there too. I saw her for the whole week you know. Damn.

Later, Teacher TLL jokingly said, "Nah, ask HER to go with you!!" What the fuck. Over my cold, dead body. Hah. Like anyone will actually go if SHE'S going. I'd rather cancel the whole trip. WE'D all rather cancel the trip.

Then SHE said "You ask me to go?? More like, I ask her (which would be me) to cut her hair." Bitch. BITCH.

Hadn't she had enough?! Exactly when is she planning to stop complaining about my hair?? I feel like complaining about her hair too!! I'll say her ugly pear hair is blocking my view. Fish. Not to mention hurting everyone's eyes.

The rotten, rotten, ROTTEN, worm-ridden, smelly, bitter pear.

No. Wait. Even WORMS wouldn't want to go near such a fucking horrible pear. Over the worms' dead, cold bodies. HAH. Take that, fucker pear.

Why?? Why can't ANYONE understand?? Except our Civics teacher. And some other nice teachers. When they were in secondary school they had to suffer from having short hair. You'd think that since they went through it before, they'd understand. They'd change the rules, so that the younger generations need not suffer from the same things.

But no. NO.

If only our Civics teacher is the headmistress.

I tell you, our school will be the best, best school ever. Yes. Even with the filthy blackbirds and stinky toilets.

The stupid pear. I almost blurted something rude out. Instead, I just rolled my eyes and mouthed, "Motherfucker". And I think TLL saw me. But who cares. Everyone knows that they must be honest. Well, I can't be more honest than that.

Goddammit. I'm thinking pear is too good a name for her. Pears are one of my favorite fruits. Sweet, soft and perfectly nice when it's ripe. It is an insult. SHE is an insult to my favorite fruit.

I think I have her phone number somewhere. Maybe I should do some prank calls. Tell her I'm the head of a group of deadly assassins, and I'm going to break into the school tomorrow morning, kidnap her, and feed her pears till she choked.

And maybe I'll have my female assassin assistant give her a free haircut.

Hey, assassin assistant. That's catchy!! And nice to type. Assassin assistant.

Someone told me that she hates the Rotten Pear too. Because when that someone was sick, she went to find HER, to get some painkillers or whatever. And SHE kept on blabbing and blabbing, saying, oh, this is not good, yadda yadda. Hello!??! If you're on the verge of ... say, death, wouldn't you take some sort of medicine to make it a bit better?? It's not like you're taking it every day, hello, BLINDNESS?!?

Arrrrgh.

Worse still, she thinks she's some kind of important person. I know I mentioned this before. But who cares.

She thinks she's what, HOT STUFF?? A COOL PERSON??

MY FRAGRANT ARSE.

DAMN I WANT TO KILL HER I CAN'T STAND IT ANYMORE.

Oh, I'll admit something.

You know, how in those ... err, when you graduate, they will give out a "book" for everyone, with photos and comments of the graduating students, et cetera, whatever the "book" is called in English. Well, there's a photo of the Rotten Pear.

I, errr, I might have done some damage to that photo. Okay, it's not exactly a photo, more like, a .... uh, photo printed on glossy magazine-like-paper?? I .... um, well I was releasing my anger what. Uhh. Sorry though, to the unfortunate teacher whose photo was pasted behind HER photo on the next page.

Anyway.

My mom and I were talking about our school during dinner just now.

And she said, "Since you hate our school so much, why don't you transfer schools next year??"

Whoa. I so hope that is true.

Then she continued, "To Malay schools."

=__=

I told her I don't want to go to Malay schools, I want to go to English schools.

My dad also said I can transfer schools if I want. Unbelievable. Hopefully he is not joking with me. But my father isn't a crack-jokes kind of person if you know what I mean.

I am SOOOO happy!!! But actually, I wouldn't transfer schools unless if my friends are transferring with me.

But .... if I transferred schools, then ... there are a lot, A LOT of people I will miss. I don't want to leave them!! Damn I wish everyone's transferring schools with me. If I ever transfer, that is.

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Besides the chance encounter of the Rotten Pear Fucker & I, I sort of had a happy day today!!!

Reason?? Secret. ;)

Oh. Yeah, I'm sort of freaked out by two people from our school. Or three. They're acting a bit strange. *raises eyebrow* I don't know what to say. Maybe it's just me being paranoid all over again. But it's ... I don't know. Peculiar.

Looking forward to tomorrow!! Um, I mean, today. Finally, finally, FINALLLLLY!!!