Once, I told a student that he's not cool because he doesn't play M-rated games, when he owns a PS3. He's underage, and apparently, I thought it was okay to tell him those rates are bullshit.
Then, just the other day.. I told a student who was annoying me with his constant stupid questions to fuck off.
He criticized my preference for XBOX, fine. I was contemplating on purchasing a PS3 anyway. But when he started spurting goddamn insults on Manchester United, I just snapped. I yelled at him. YELLED. Thank God the old lady wasn't in the vicinity, or I'll be the one who'd be told to literally fuck off. -_-" The stupid student just laughed. He fucking laughed. I was sorely tempted to rip his head off.
Patience is not my strongest suit, but I really shouldn't have said that. Which makes me realize, Mali was right.
How can I lead the kids when I'm just a kid myself? An impatient, hot-headed kid. *sigh
You know what I want to be?
A stripper!
I can dance like nobody's business! When I move, Pussycat Dolls got nothing on me. It'll be a 'You can look but you can't touch' kind of dance. When I finish dancing, even gays would sport a massive wood. Shame, there's no stripper joint here.
Or a writer.
Can I be a writer? Unfortunately, I tend to include in lemon-y, goody-goody stuffs in my writing, Not to mention my choice of language would be English. Being in a Malay, conservative society, it's also a no-no.
Maybe a librarian?
I love books! I can wear glasses, short skirts, tight tops and pumps that scream Fuck Me. Bending on a table, reading a book title. Or leaning on a shelf, trying to reach the book on top. Or sitting on a chair, crossing my legs until the skirts ride up to my thigh, shushing those who make even the faintest sound.. Ehhh definitely a no.
And for the record, I currently have 5 pairs of heels like this. -__-"
Like I said, I'm not a good teacher. When this was published, I was currently looking at - no, actually, sitting right in front of - a certain (VERY hot) male religious teacher, grading his students' papers. And complaining. And throwing playful glances at me every once in a while. He asked me why was I smiling. I couldn't very well say, "I was just imagining the things that hands can do other than holding a pencil. And things that tongue can lick instead of those delicious lips" now, could I? Oh how I love to corrupt him. By the time I'm finish, he won't even remember his name. Thank goodness he doesn't really into internet.
-__-"
P/s: To YOU! I gave you permission to use a name that I'd never want anyone to call me, and yet you call me "nes". YOU don't get to call me that anymore! I'm ignoring you until you realize your mistake. -_-"
And no. I do NOT watch porns. They disgust me. When I ask my guy friends why they watch it, their answers were mainly "for experience". Please tell me you're fucking kidding. Guys who watch porn 'for experience' or 'insights' are idiots. And not good in bed. And possibly, ugly. And desperate. A true gentleman knows his ways around ladies and they get laid without 'experience from porns'. You don't treat your girlfriend or wives the way pornstars treat their colleagues. That is the most demeaning things I've ever heard. Yes you may fantasize, and we might help you abit, but only if it's YOUR fantasies, not some pornstars'. Stupid git.
