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i blog for my journal, i post whatever i like with no questions. [30 Apr 2008|08:54pm]
[ mood | okay ]

we're drifting apart if you realized.
it's not your true self anymore.
so unnatural compared to before.
i used to foresee,
but all i see now seemed blurry.
i flare for all thoughts running wild.
no longer pure like before.



1 concealed / !

don't even try acting kind or nice, just go on [30 Apr 2008|04:23pm]
[ mood | impressed ]


i sat down, wrote my name and flipped over to the first question.
then..


"felicia, you're using an incorrect model for your calculator and i have to let you know that you're getting zero for your papers. i will issue a discipline form later as an offense."

then another one..


"oh felicia, you are a very intelligent girl. you dyed your hair black and i am impressed ! and, i am actually very happy to see you here for your science paper.
but you got to understand that you are getting zero for your papers because your calculator is incorrect and i'd have to issue you another discipline form and please note that rules have changed so your calculator model can no longer be use anymore. please understand and sign here. but if you want to continue with your paper, you may do so. but you won't be able to score."

and at the end of the paper, i got 2 fucking zero on one fucking paper. thank you!
it was stated very clear and i was noted that i was going to get zero for my papers but wasn't noted for getting zero-s ( 0  0 / 45).
i am really impressed by how you, teachers, handle situations like this. YAY!

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shut the fuck-up [28 Apr 2008|02:06pm]
the fucking reason i can't control my tears, and allowing tears to roll down my cheeks constantly,
it's not because i am fucking affected by what you shitty looking teacher fucking thinks and fucking said.
i am only depressed for not finishing my god damn fucking paper to prove my friends and especially my MOTHER that i really had fucking changed for the better.
all because of you fucking teachers interrupted me during examination period and issued a brainless discipline form and had affected my fucking concentration. dumb questions asked *outside* school not in!

why were you even bothered, when you said you were not affected by what the teachers said?
why did you not abide by the school rules?
  • BECAUSE I WAS FUCKING PISSED OFF BADLY  WHEN YOU DISTRACTED ME AND ISSUED DISCIPLINE FORM WHEN I WAS TRYING TO CONCENTRATE MY GOD DAMN PAPER.
  • ALL BECAUSE I DID NOT KNOW THAT I HAD GOLD-DYED HAIR AT THE BACK OF MY FUCKING HAIR. WHY? BECAUSE GOD CREATED MY PAIRS OF EYES TO LOOK IN FRONT BUT NOT  FUCKING BACKWARDS.
oh. i was so affected till i can't remember which was the fucking teacher with that pig's nose and over-sucked swollen lips came observing my whole fucking appearance. even by the most unseen visibility under the lights, she checked patiently so she could issue more discipline forms to the class.
but unlucky me, i wasn't issued. what a joke. why?
like hello. what the hell are you doing in the school, playing part of your best teacher role desperately note down names on the fucking d/form whenever you like when you're fucking hired to teach?
then fucking few days after, hence today, i was issued d/form *i repeat* IN THE MID OF EXAMS for having fucking gold-dyed hair. and when the fuck did i dyed my hair gold. fuck you. that's only black dye faded color. i fuck you.
do understand that i did not defy your fucking orders but am just fucking unpleased with your fucking actions during fucking examination period.
it's fucking humans rights. Fuck you
 
 
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cold-sweat, [13 Apr 2008|02:36pm]
[ mood | moody ]

i can't find the right word to speak how i'm feeling right now.
i've been under too much stress that caused me insomnia.
and now, the pills seems to be having bad effects on me.
i feel sick, i can't give up.
needless to say, 
i've to get this done.

!

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