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if you want to insult me, dare to in my face*

Saturday, January 20, 2007
7:14 PM

this skin is perfect for this thing. haven blogged for a longggg time.
stupid bingle dissed me on friday. he shall have to die. what is A-P anyway? because i didn't want to join tables with the guy next to me.
let me tell you a (stupid true) story.
once upon a time, a stupid teacher made me sit with a stupid guy. i had a creepy feeling at the seat and felt uncomfortable beside him. mainly because he was 1. ugly. 2. disgusting. 3. ugly.
What's more! the stupid guy was RIGHT-handed but just HAD to put his bag on his LEFT (next to my SKIRT).
right-handed but puts his bag which he reaches in to get his books out of on his left.
In addition, he diggs his nose and flicks the boogey onto MY table. he stretches many times a day with his two arms spread on our tables and legs spread out under the table. so much for personal space!
As he reaches into his bag which is next to my skirt, or rather, more specifically, under my skirt, and makes a point to look hide his head under the table (my table) to get his books. this happened an innocent few times until I spotted him looking under my skirt. (innocent little me didn't wear pants underneath at that time). the first time I thought it was accident, but after the 3rd and 4th time, I confronted him, which anyone guilty would deny instantly. and so, i went to the fucking teacher.
me: that stupid boy has been looking under my skirt for many times. i want to change place.
teacher: no, go back to your seat.
I wonder how she would feel if a guy was peeping under her skirt!
End of story.
Epologue: Qiting was later changed to a worser place 6 months later which is, another story, another time.
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i shall now explain what this has got to do with me not joining tables.
1. the other bag is on his LEFT (right- handed)
2. spreads out like above pervert
3. i just don't feel good sitting there, mind you, although this one is not pervertic.
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let's go on, to our next issue.
Will we get our organisers another day late adding on to the errr... 3 weeks?




noted*