Monday, June 11, 2007


omg.
i need to unload man.
before i die of hypertension.

know what my bitch classmate said to me today?
woah.
i cant stand her ah.
as if calling me naive that day wasnt enough,
and she's the one who chats witb 14 year old boys
that live in USA
and sweetalk with them about sex.
and when i told her to be careful, and look for someone her
own age,
she went,
"Sara, you know sometimes, you can be sooo naive."

me,
me, naive?
and she's the bloody 24 year old.
what the fuck.

anyway.
that was last week.
today is whole new story.
let me show you how the conversation went.

(we were sitting in class, discussing the topic of skipping class on wed.)

me: I dont care, i'm not gonna come on wednesday. For what, 2 hours?

her: Ya, but if we both dont turn up, the teachers will suspect something.

me: Who cares? i'll just give a letter la. After all, i live all the way in Toa Payoh.
Its not worth coming back to school for just 2 hours. If i can just stay at home and study, why not?

her: Ya, well, den what am i going to say?

me: i dont know, the same thing maybe? After all, what can they do to us? I've been getting As, no problems with my conduct. They will trust me to stay at home and study what. Same for you.

her: (gives this irritating sickly smile) well, not really.

me: what do you mean?

her: i'm just saying that they will understand if you skip school, but they may not for me?

me:ya, like how?

her: we all know that besides your conduct and grades, they look into your background also, and your mum is a ward sister.

me: so you're implying that i get special treatment from the teachers because they know who my mum is? (and my tone is just getting quieter)

her: mmm hmmm. (another irriating smile)

me:Thats not true, i just dont cause any trouble in school, and my grades are good."

her: hello. its obvious that you get special treatment. You're the teachers pet!

me: (just stared at her, with this" i cant believe you're actually saying this you callous bitch" look on my face)

her: okay, you know what. just stop. you're obviously taking this the wrong way.


like what the fuck!
did you see how she just completely twisted it?
can you feel my pain!!!
and so it went on.....................................

she's like damn fucking fucker.
and what she said is so not true.
cos the teachers never even found out that my mum
is a ward sister
until she came for the meet the teachers session.
and that was like only 3 weeks ago.

before that, i never told any teachers.

she is such disgusting, jealous, loser bitch.

i dont even go out of my way to talk to the teachers.
she's the one who stays back after class to
pour out her troubles.
like what the hell.

and so, i was so cheesed off
that i took out a newspaper and started reading.
without bothering to finish our conversation.
and she still had the cheek to say.

"are you angery? why are you so quite and angry?"

and so i ignored her.

and when class ended, i just left the room.
thankfully, she stayed back to sabo this classmate of mine
who skipped class that day and still signed her attendance.
that conniving bitch actually went to report it to the teacher!

can u imagine?!
she's like 24 years old, she she behaves like that?

anyway.
i got fed up
and bitched about her, finally.

and so, during bio. no one on our table really spoke to her.
but its not really my fault.
since i didnt even say why i was angry with her.
i just told the table people
that i was.
and they were like.
"WoW. sara finally hates Vickie. we were waiting for that to happen."

and so when she realised that people were cold shouldering her.
she started to become really gross.

like,
sniffing.
and putting her head into her arms.
actually going to the extend of dabbing her eyes with a tissue.
and finally going to the toilet.
and she asked for permission like

Sniff. "miss lim, may i be excuse?" sniff sniff.

woa.
i wanted to puke ah.

and luckily miss lim didnt even look at her.

and i know she wasnt even really crying.
she is just so fucking A. A. (attract attention)







someone please save me.
arghhhhhhhhhhh.

spoke at : 5:37 AM

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