SQUEEZE
On Friday I was caught by our dear discipline mistress, Mrs. B. Lim, for wearing 'low socks' during the routine attire spotcheck in the morning.
She told me to pull the socks up higher.
I did.
Then she saw something she didn't like.
This:
'Branded socks'.
3 pairs for $5 Ayam Brand. 公鸡牌.
What's the reason for the school to disallow 'branded' items? Because it might influence others to buy them too, even though they may not have the means to afford to.
But socks? Hello-o?
Even if they were influenced to buy it, it only costs $1.67 a pair (cheaper than some all-white socks).
But nope. Apparently our school cannot see simple reasoning. Mrs. Lim asked me to buy a pair of 'proper socks' from Mr. Pudge Liu Gong Kia.
This.
For $2 - more expensive than my original one.
The irony of it all... And what's worse, is that it is 'branded' too, if I go by her definition.
All rights reserved some more.
As most can tell, from it's quality and material, it's only worth about $0.50.
Mr. Liu too is getting a golden tap in his toilet for Chinese New Year.
(Mr. Foo is getting one with the money earned from the sales of the 2007 Student Rulebook.)
After wearing it for one hour, the 'brand' has already started falling off.
Yay.
And what's best was that some bastard who was doing his 'cleaning duty' (god knows what they really do) after school threw them away. $2 down the fucking drain.
Tomorrow's Monday. And I have not gone to cut my hair. Looks like I'll have more good times with Bernadette.
* * *
Yeap Hooi Tong is another bastard.
He's our Chemistry rep.
We handed in our class work to him on Thursday (as instructed by Mrs. Siew) by putting it under his desk after school (as he rushes home immediately after school to have gay sex with Benjamin).
The next day during Chemistry lesson, Mrs. Siew asked for our assignments. We told her we handed it in to Hooi Tong. He denied having it.
Mrs. Siew asked Hooi Tong if it was under his desk.
He said no.
So she asked us to point out where we left our work.
I went over to Hooi Tong's table, reached under his desk, and LO AND BEHOLD! There they were.
Five or six pieces of assignment I pulled out, and he said there was nothing!
He didn't even fucking bothered to check if they were there or not.
What's worse is that he defended himself by claiming that we hid it under his desk.
Hello-o? We TOLD him it was under his desk. Mrs. Siew ASKED him if it was under his desk. He didn't even look for it and he dares to say we hid it.
And it was the only thing under his desk that morning, before he put his things over them.
What? Are we supposed to put it ON his table and let it be blown away by the wind or taken by someone?
Oh, and heard this out, he rushed home, again, for more gay sex with Benjamin that day, the second the school bell rang. Without collecting the work which was meant to be handed in, in Mrs. siew's own words, "by today".
GAY FAG.
The Madman™
Labels: B Lim, bastard, gay, Hooi Tong, Liu Gong Kai, pudge, socks
