:: Busted And The Babi Buta Lives ::
Whoa whoa. During the English period. I was totally busted! Mr. Jason caught me cheating by looking at the answers at the back of the English Excel book. Believe me, it's boring and that is why I copied it and the top of that I don't really get the story. Well, some part of it until I re-read it again.
But yeah, it was awkward but that's okay. It's not like I'm the only one who's trying to take a peek on Unit 5's answer keys, yes? The thing is: Apparently, that busted whole thing is like destroying my real reputation! Well, I'm not saying that I'm like the best English student in the class or anything, I mean some of you might beat the hell out of my marks, right? Who knows. It's just the fact that I'm good with my English (as well as my other friends) and like I act like that (which is cheating) in class.
No! Don't you ever EVER said that I'm doing that just to attract Mr. Jason's attention or the whole class' attention. No, it's not like that. It's because the topic is boring, alright? I'm not the same as the one who's sitting in front of Nazirah. Remember that.
Now, let's move to a new topic. Ah, Trisher sent me a message after their choir practice and she said something about Babi Buta trying to get the SOAS dudes' attention like running here and there and do all this shit just to get their attention. Well, what do you expect more? She's the BABI BUTA. The frickin' whore lives! Crazy bitch running around the school compound like hell.
Oh yeah, there's one time where the both of us clashed. I saw you but my eyes is too "sexy" to look at your eyes. I mean, when we passed each other -- why the fuck did you bend down your head looking down on the ground? Geez woman! I thought you're like oh-so-victorious than me but then again, I was wrong. I just hope you bump your head right on to the iron pole or something. I'm small and you're like an oversized 16 year-old Form 4 kid. Can you do better than that? Well actually let it be that way, cowering yourself like hell and all that.
Your words are valiant with fury but you're just a friggin' pig who tends to run away when you're scared.
Oh it was nice to talk to someone from my English Lit. class and as well as my Computer class which is from last year but we're in the same class again. We were like talking and gossiping about this . . . "GIRL" who seemed TO LIE A LOT!
Liar liar, pants on fire. Your nose is long as an electrical wire!
