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Overview


ELAINE;
I ♥ God, Raffles Netball (Batch '11) and my friends to the max!

Screams
Tuesday, April 3, 2007
wtf. wtfg. WTF!?!?!? fu*k fu*k fu*k fu*k fu*k fu*k fu*k fuck. WTF!!!!!! dammit. dammmmmm i hate math. ALL THANKS TO SOME BLOODY MATH TEACHER THAT WE BLOODILY HAF.
guess wat.
had math mock paper today
and
duhhhh
all noes that bloody math teacher (well, will not say out the names, cuz according to mrs o, there are spies. dam the betrayers, even if dae are actually teachers) is dammmed bloodily biased against. ME. why am i the ([un]lucky) chosen one?
anws, bak to mock paper story.

Once upon a time, (fine. to be exact, approx 6 hours ago)
there lived an EVIL math teacher,
and her poor classes of pupils,
who suffered from her EVILLLL clutches.
however, there is one hapless gal,
whom she tends to LUVVV to target.
one day,
the EVIL math teacher
decided to torture the class,
by giving them a mock paper.
when her POOOR TIRED pupils are done wib the mock paper,
she asked them to set targets, upon 50.
~tantantantaaaa, thE climax enters~
her POOR pupil, named elaine,
relunctantly set her target as 46,
knowing/thinking that if she set anything lower,
she WOULD be reprimanded.
therefore,
she took a pen, and wrote a small '46' on the top right hand corner of her paper.
den, she started doing the rest of her hw. (as permited to)
suddenly, she feels a GREAT EVIL force approaching.
when she loooked up, she saw her EVIL math teacher, towering over her.
the EVIL math teacher picked up her math paper.
before she looked at poor elaine's target,
she gave her a LONG, ICY, COLD, HOSTILEEEE stare.
and, slowly turning her head,
she stared at the target written on elaine's math paper
without warning,
she slammed the paper on the table, and shouted,
ELAINE! IS THIS THE TARGET THAT YOU WOULD BE HAPPY WITH?
I AM SO UTTERLY DISAPPOINTED IN YOU.
den poor elaine said timidly,
finefinefine...
with shaking fingers,
she picked up her pen,
cancelled the 46,
and wrote a miniscule (erm how to spell? blah. wateva) 50 on her paper.
then, her EVIL math teacher picked up the paper,
gave elaine a hard GLARE,
and looked at the target,
and burst ONCE AGAIN,
ELAINE HUANG!. YOU THINK YOU CAN SCORE FULL MARKS? WOW. YOU HAVE HIGH EXPECTATIONS OF YOURSELF.
she walked off, and the poor/(evil, lame, rude, blah) elaine stuck out her tongue, and mouthed fu*k.

~the end~ but im sure there will be many many more episodes

dAMMM!!!! i hate her. hate her hate her lyk mad. lykkkk mmmaaaaddddddd.!!!! o yea? i would probably haf confidence in myself to get full marks. IF shes not my math teacher.

tata ppl, gtg.