lala. every monday my class will tend to wait for a little while in front of the guys' toilet. not that we wna go in to compare how clean it is with our pink painted-hardcore soap poor-flush screeching-dreadful odoured toilet but its just because we have to wait for the chemistry class by the MD42 students to finish doing their thing. dreaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaadful. no matter how ''ginger'' you walk to book the best seat in class, you will always find the MD42 still not finish. darn. jadi penuggu setia jamban lelaki lah kita. this is so that we can book the best seat where sleeping cant be easily detected by the teachers. haha. you have two choices if youre in our situation. FIRST, is to patiently wait for the class to finish and stare blankly at the guys' toilet symbol and wonder how pathetically retarded your life is while you do it. SECOND, is to count with great aptitude the number of recognisable seniors who sashayed proudly form the stairway above. i'd rather be staring at the miserable toilet.
waiting still. siggggggggggghs.
jimbo who was tortured by pak lan. poor you honey.
aaaaaaah! ooooooooooou! lights!
inilah kerja budak-budak bangang zaman sekarang.
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