I typed a terribly lame sentence just now that I delete it right away, like L-O-L.

Anyway as expected, I flunked my bloody Emaths, EIGHT WHOLE BLOODY MARKS WENT POOF. POHPOH YOU BETTER GIVE ME AN EXPLANATION WHY DIDINT YOU TEACH BLOODY NO REAL ROOTS>

PS: Ju-Ons are surrounding me cause I did not exactly flunked my test, but REPEL JU-ONS! I"M STILL BLOODY PISSED BY THE EIGHT MARKS, MY FENG HUO LUN WILL BURN YOUR ASSSSSS.

but what pleases me is that when i pressed the fantastica calculator and start squealing in delight when the calculator shows me wonderful marks from other test. oh, except from chinese, bloody failed it.

yeh, Sieg has become a mark-whore and a study-freak, but you can't blame her when she has TEN scholars in her class pia-ing like shit and she is bloody isolated in a corner with two PRCs beside her piaing like shit(again) and behind her is kayat who likes to gay with jianghao. YES JIMMAY TAN HAS TERRIBLE TASTE IN PUTTING SIEG THE TALLHOLIC INFRONT OF THE CLASS.

and the whining starts....

Bye/ Boob morning