My liquid was taken away by the discipline master. F*ck you.
I love my liquid. I freakin loved it. And you took it away from me. When I get my liquid back, it's so going up your ass, you asshole.
GIMME BACK MY LIQUID! roooooar.
Those who know me, y'guys know I treasure my liquid very much, right? And now, it's taken. Jeez, what's with the damn school rules anyway? No liquid? God, really. What kind of sick rule is that?
Damn. I want my liquid back.
Everytime I reach into my pencil box and find that it's not there, it kinda-okay, weirdly-hurts. And I SO do not like crossing, or correction-taping, or placing a sticker on the wrong answer.
gimmmme back my liquid, damn you, sir goh! i effin demand you!
yeeeeee yeeeeeer... So many projects to be done here. Kesihatan... ehm, KH... Sejarah too methinks. Aiya, I'll just chuck it to the back of my mind and pretend I don't know a single thing about those freakin projects. Sounds convincing, no? ;D
oooooh the popcorn's poppin, Marley and Me awaits! toodle-o~
Saturday, April 4, 2009,8:28 PM |
i am fifteen years old, and fell in love with poetry recently.
okay, and maybe not only with that.
feel free to be inspired by the world. don't lock all your emotions inside you, express them and share.
share with someone who listens.
with the world.
the world needs more inspirations than tears, you know.
"Be who you are and say what you feel, because those who mind don't matter, and those who matter don't mind."
thankyou for visiting. I hope something here makes you smile.