Wednesday, May 20, 2009 @ 6:45 PM
There ain't no one listening lately.
Stupid teacher.
So impatient.
"Can I ask you a question?" or "May I go to the washroom?"
And what do I get?
"Aiyo!" or "Tsk, tsk, tsk..." or "Whaaaaaaaaaat?"
Frequent response that I get from you.
And it's only me that's getting those from you.
Does my voice sounds disgusting to you?
I'm not asking you to do me a BIG favour.
Can't you just spare me a minute? Or maybe a split second?
Your life is gonna end soon anyway.
Giving me a minute will not shorten your life.
Don't run away from the fact that you're growing old.
AND DON'T TRY TO ACT YOUNG.
You're P A T H E T I C.
Seeing you is living in HELL for me.
Your eyes burn into my soul.
Just so you know, when you're trying to look young, you're still old inside.
Old and NOT mature.
Young outside, old inside.
Some people grow old and never bring their experience with them.
I'm guessing you're one of them.
No, correction, you are one of them.
Cheap, unwanted, unvaluable.
I pity your husband.
Oh, your poor, beloved husband.
He laid eyes on your cosmetic products instead of you.
What he saw was all a fake, a paper cut-out, and not the wrinkles and creases which was the truth.
He got the wrong person.
I'm sure in his heart he is suffering from you.
He regretted truly for taking you as his wife.
'Cause you're just a wolf in sheep skin.
People say teachers are your second parents.
Yeah, sure. Some of them are.
But, as usual, there's always one B-L-A-C-K sheep in the herd.
The neglected, the chatty, the nosy-parker.
You shouldn't be a teacher if you hate your students.
You my as well be a carpenter, a cobbler, anything.
That way you ain't gonna face no student.
For your information, you're just a crack in the wall.
Bitch.
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