my discipline teacher PN. SALMAH is like phlegm in my throat.
u try to clear it, but it doesnt go away. it juz sticks there and annoys u all day long.
i feel like writing a note that says:
PLEASE REMOVE STICK FROM BUTT.
juz a few days before exam right, she came in my class because it was noisy, and scolded us. den she ask for the monitor.before i can answer right (sorry i busy packing bag) she was like, "pasti monitor juga bersembang".
Hello, do u see my posterior talking to nicole?
annoying right? stupid babi (yes, i do know calling a malay babi is iNsuLTinG)
everytime she sees us 4 Terampil girls (my class), she will give us that sinis look, like she knows dirt abt us that we don't. not only that, other than her "4 Arif sayangs", anyone else is SHIT under her size 14 shoes (a larger surface area to reduce pressure on the ground from massive weight.)
insulting? me? nah...
i wonder how she got married. oh wait i know. during her time (yes, she's that OLD), there were such things as arranged marriages. poor husband. i wonder how he tahan.
maybe he's as short as her? oh horrors. poor kids...
i bet she's jealous cause we love pn. lim (addmaths and maths teacher, our 'godmother') more than her ginormous (furry)...self.
sorry. never liked king kong.
Conclusion: Pn. Salmah is an unforgiving sucker. (i think its because of the time we misplaced 2 malaysian flags of hers.) (we found it the next day ok)
Take that, you asinine, dimwitted, toad of a orangutan's faeces.