MONDAY: Disaster marks

MONDAY=DISASTER

No joke. Today was whore-ibble. Terrible. Appalling. Stupid. Dumb. Idiotic. Imbecile-ous. Brainless. NEGATIVE.

First, got our Malay back. Hah, I did better than expected.
Next, got our Art back. Hah, I passed.
Then, got our Lit back. Hah, I did better that expected.
Then, we got our Math back. Hah, I failed Paper One. I'm anxiously waiting for Paper 2. Sure fail.
Then, we got our English back. Hah, I got damn damn pissed.

The bloody bitch who bloody marked my narrative deserves a good bloody kick on her bloody head. I don't care. All this time Ms Chong has always approved of the way I write, and most of the style I write is similar to what I read in popular novels. NOVELS, WOMAN, NOVELS.

I CAN bloody start a sentence with 'but' or 'and' or 'or'. I've seen sooo many authoresses use the words that way. It is NOT wrong. I am bloody pissed.

Yet, I'm not alone. Jana was furious. Meera was seething. I was completely incensed that I couldn't stop laughing. That was the all time low I've ever gotten for a narrative. I am pissed.

After the last lesson (english), went to the corridor... And the three of us just screamed. Screamed in frustration. It wasn't satisfying, and I yearned for another round of hearty screaming, but I let it pass.

Went to Parkway Parade and ate lunch at Swensens. Ice Cream soothes the soul... NOT. I'm sooo mad I can burst. At the bus stop near our school, I couldn't stop rolling my eyes in frustration.

Haiz, that's it folks.

PS: I wish to go on strike against the way in which the marker marked my compo. Anybody wishes to join me? >:(