monday, i was feeling fine,


WARNING: VERY EXPLICT LANGUAGE AHEAD. =)

fuck all the teachers who always want us to sing that fucking anthem so damn fucking loudly. hello? there are MANY different ways of showing our fucking respect, fucking pride & fucking love for our nation. like cheering them on in the tiger cup competition. and like keeping still and NOT moving when the fucking anthem is being played. which, most unfortunately, i dont see you fuckers doing. pratice what you preach my dears. you tell us not to move, you move. you tell us to sing, you dont sing. like, what the fuck? and fuck you mr. chow. you dont have to show off your fuckingly wonderful tenor voice every single fucking day. many of us have fuckingly wonderful soprano/alto/tenor/bass voices as well. you dont see us showing it off, dont we? and fuck joanne wong as well. whats so fucking terrible about laughing that you forbid us to do so every single fucking time. "a cheerful heart is good medicine" and when you're cheerful, you LAUGH. you SMILE. and that is from proverbs 17:22. its a BIBLE VERSE. dont think you're the only one who can back up every single fucking thing you do with a verse from the Bible. I can do it too. and fuck your fucking school rules, which, in case you didnt know, is fuckingly unreasonable and illogical. CHANGE with the fucking times, you fucking fucker. NOBODY tucks in their shirt, pull up their socks/pants/ to the maximum anymore. no one flattens their hair to the minimum anymore. NOBODY. except that fucking bunch of mighty losers over there.

speaking about the mighty losers (not all are losers though. there are some lovely winners inside), i have plenty to say as well. especially for one fucker. look, let's not pretend anymore. i cant stand you and you can stand me. full-stop. btw, i maybe be a bad lil' girl. with the tuck-out shirt, pulled-down socks, messy hair etc. etc. etc, but i'm certainly not a fucking thief. and neither are my bunch of friends. get that inside your fucking head. you're supposed to be fucking smart, arent you huh? you used to boast, okay, lets be honest, HINT about it, didnt you? if you're so afraid of getting into trouble with that fucking faggot principal, then quit your fucking board lah. but, oh, ha-ha! our lil' miss fucking loser wouldnt want to do that, wont she? so stop your, "we're sorry. but we have no fucking choice. we've to do our fucking jobs, even if we hate it." stuff. and this applies to all fuckers out there who always like to use that as a fucking excuse to, i donno, control us and yet not lose us at friends at the same time. and fuck the stuff about what, "we are students, but they are not us. so whatever we do, we cannot let them know." like, -rolls eyes. you are you, the fucking losers. and we are us, the winners. we are not you, yes. but you are not us either. thank you.

and fuck you mr. ng. let me tell you something. i can play every fucking note as loud as you want it. if you let me breathe after every fucking note. but, as both of us know, that cannot happen. so, shut your fucking mouth about the loudness. and, fuck it. i DID play ok? dont wrongly accuse me, thank you.

-stares. sorry for the explict language. but, -shrugs. i need to let off some steam.


tuesday, you were on my mind.