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Jacelyn. The slightly deranged teenager getting ready for the zombie apocalypse, also addicted to sugary/sweet stuff and junk food. MLIA.
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Hmph.
Saturday, April 24, 2010

I am officially in a pissed, screwed up mood.
And after I poured out so much to you, you left?
Well, screw you.


Dear students, the lowest form of communication is to talk behind a teacher's back. Does it actually help? Oh, and it is criminal to actually start a hate page. So to my would-be delinquents, stop, pray, and choose. That said, I love you.

Familar eh? It didnt cause an uproar though. Oh well.
Oh yes, why do we talk behind out backs about you? (the above quote was by a teacher)
Because of you people. You 'deserved' (cant find a better word paiseh) to be talked like that.
You're the ones that preach and give us lectures and thta take up our recess when we barely did anything.
Thanks a lot. And btw, your preachings only made me hate you folks more.
I go to church and I've heard kinda a lot of preaches already.
And I know you are Singaporean but dont you have enough pupils to worry about?
And my class had enough teachers bothering about it, thank you.
But yeah, you probably dont care. Afterall, I'm not studying there anymore.
But I went through it all.
How you chose to pick on my class. On me. And during perfect timing too. Exam time.
Exams. A complete waste of paper.
Why did I accept the offer. Why didnt I decline it.
Dogs. Bound by ties. Incentives, barely. I still kept my leash though. In my drawer.
Well, blame it on Singapore's KBE.
I'm not thinking in the right mind now. Really foul mood. Maybe I'll write a full post about this next time.
There's a lot to be said.

Now you're back. After leaving me alone.


Sigh.





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