oh yes she does..

i've really gotta blog again..
because of a great feeling of hatred..
sad to say.. it's a very negative feeling which i do not wish to feel again.
it eats you up..
here goes..

chen bin rong is the fakest, most horrible, terrible, act-innocent, act-sweet, act-fun, most plastic teacher of Anglican High School.

graduated from nanyang girls so what? big shot ah? good teachers who teach you good english and you cant even communicate in english? not even say the word "yes" or "ok"???

sigh...

disrespectful..
two-faced..
whatever..

i'm just gonna let it out okae..
forgive me for being rude..
i just can't stand her..
an online journal is for you to express your feelings so this i s what i'll do , however with some self-control by not cursing and swearing whatsoever..

i can't believe you la... you're just as plastic as anyone can get can..
you don't even know me..
you didn't even understand how i was feeling..
and you just went and told ** *** about what happened..
you're so...... i can't describe you..
dunno whether to say that you are not worthy to be trusted.. or plastic..
both la..

ok.. i'm done..


i just read an essay i had written last year.. titled "freedom".. i THINK..
but i changed it to "escape"..
yeah.. it was a very emotional piece.. expressing how i felt when i wrote it.. or slightly earlier than the time i wrote it..
i saw the "see me after school" my teacher had written on it..
i didn't want to see her coz i was satisfied with my marks - 23/30..
well, then feelings came back.. emotions clicked in.. i registered with how i thought during that period of struggle..
so i decided to write a reflection on my essay, using another narrative recount..
well then things started popping into my mind.. i started remembering what happened when i eventually did go see her.. remembered what she had said.. found out that chen bin ru had told her something about me.. i remember the fear i felt when she was talking.. she kept asking questions i didn't know whether or not to answer for fear of her invading my privacy.. i didn't know she knew so much.. sigh.. well anyway, that's about all i'm gonna say.. cuse mum's back and i'm gonna go have dinner now.. bye you guys..

oh yes she does..

i've really gotta blog again..
because of a great feeling of hatred..
sad to say.. it's a very negative feeling which i do not wish to feel again.
it eats you up..
here goes..

chen bin rong is the fakest, most horrible, terrible, act-innocent, act-sweet, act-fun, most plastic teacher of Anglican High School.

graduated from nanyang girls so what? big shot ah? good teachers who teach you good english and you cant even communicate in english? not even say the word "yes" or "ok"???

sigh...

disrespectful..
two-faced..
whatever..

i'm just gonna let it out okae..
forgive me for being rude..
i just can't stand her..
an online journal is for you to express your feelings so this i s what i'll do , however with some self-control by not cursing and swearing whatsoever..

i can't believe you la... you're just as plastic as anyone can get can..
you don't even know me..
you didn't even understand how i was feeling..
and you just went and told ** *** about what happened..
you're so...... i can't describe you..
dunno whether to say that you are not worthy to be trusted.. or plastic..
both la..

ok.. i'm done..


i just read an essay i had written last year.. titled "freedom".. i THINK..
but i changed it to "escape"..
yeah.. it was a very emotional piece.. expressing how i felt when i wrote it.. or slightly earlier than the time i wrote it..
i saw the "see me after school" my teacher had written on it..
i didn't want to see her coz i was satisfied with my marks - 23/30..
well, then feelings came back.. emotions clicked in.. i registered with how i thought during that period of struggle..
so i decided to write a reflection on my essay, using another narrative recount..
well then things started popping into my mind.. i started remembering what happened when i eventually did go see her.. remembered what she had said.. found out that chen bin ru had told her something about me.. i remember the fear i felt when she was talking.. she kept asking questions i didn't know whether or not to answer for fear of her invading my privacy.. i didn't know she knew so much.. sigh.. well anyway, that's about all i'm gonna say.. cuse mum's back and i'm gonna go have dinner now.. bye you guys..