Okay John 1, Teachers 0, Round 2. During moral class, incase some of you don't know, I have this habit of randomly spilling words of thought. Its perfectly naturally for a growing boy, but today I uttered "Global warming" and my moral teachers 'keen killer sense' caught it. The rest was just mumble mumble, but I must say me and my moral teacher have been in conflict since the school started, so we've 'improved' by means of not making each other feel bad.
John 2, Teachers 0, Round 3. Oh my gosh, this was the teachers last finishing blow! I KNEW something was up when they looked at me strangely while they each their kuih. Especially Pn. Fadilah. Traitors. Anyways my bag hit the computer's inking tube, thus all the ink drained out. Like all. And the whole floor was rainbooooow. Also I tried to stop it and I guess I was so tempted to save the ink that I forgot my hands were colourful now. All I have to pay is just RM 5, but the ( warning: illicit words coming ) BISHES has to tell that teacher to ask me to pay more. I mean i'm not blaming the teacher to ask me pay, but what the heck? RM 5 is enough for me to relief my guilt but these teachers ( not naming ) in the office encouraged the teacher to ask me to pay more. I got so mad at them, I used to stand for one of them against the malay boys in my class but NO ANYMORE. I swear if I get the oppurtunity i'm going to make it a living hell for them for all I care now. I had to pay RM 20.


John 2, Teachers 11230232930283940758574509823497231, Andrew -1.
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So anyways we took several pictures in physics class. So the day was not THAT bad right?

Party like a rockstar!






WHAT THE BUCK?
The End ( barely ).
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