I'm 17, living in a holed up box under the sewers of KL. This trashed up laptop I found is my only connection to the world outside.
That didn't really work, did it?
  
          
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            I'm 17, living in a holed up box under the sewers of KL. This trashed up laptop I found is my only connection to the world outside. That didn't really work, did it? About  
            boo! John Morgenstern  Walking Disasters Look back! August 2007 February 2008 March 2008 April 2008 May 2008 June 2008 July 2008 August 2008 September 2008 October 2008 December 2008 January 2009 February 2009 March 2009 April 2009 May 2009 June 2009 July 2009 November 2009 December 2009 January 2010 February 2010 September 2010 October 2010 Speak Rattus Rattus Designed and made by FsDesigns   Wednesday, 23 July 2008  I so so SO forgot to mention another thing. Utthaya or Uttaya Or Utaya ( WHICHEVER!!) was...okay, back to the beginning. I asked the relief teacher for permission to visit the fabulously fragrance-d lavatory and was allowed to do so. So after a quick but relieving tour of the cake factory there ( I didn't participate in any of the makings though), I exited , feeling all but refreshed, only to be called by Puan Ng to do her a favor. I shall relate it to you with the present tense. Her: You know that boy who went around asking people to participate in the computer exam? Me: Uh...yeah? Her: You know what form he's in? Me: 4 or 5 Her: Not 3? Me: Definitely NOT 3. Her: Okay, then go up to the form 4 classes and find him. Me: Oh..okaaay. Walks up to the top-most floor and enters a class. Me: Good morning teacher, may I see someone? Teacher: Who? Me: The guy who was asking around for the computer tests thingy yesterday. students: Kar Wee isit? Me: I don't know. Teacher: He's next door. Me: Okay, thanks. Walks to the class next door. Taps on the door. Can't see the teacher but hears his voice. Sounds familiar. Walks in and looks around. Still no teacher. Looks at the students. Me: Err.... Then a thought hits. Turns around sharply and sees a familiar face, namely,Uttaya's. Me: Good morning teacher. I.. Gets cuts off mid-sentence Uttaya: Yes? What do you want? Me: I'd like to see Kar Wee. Him: Why? Me: Actually, Puan Ng wants to see him. Him: What class is he in? Me: Should be this one. Him: And what class is this? Me: I don't know. Gives him a sheepish look and faces to the students. Me: I'd like to see Kah Wee? Kar Wee: Yes? Me: Puan Ng wants to see you. Him: Okay. -Ends- Wow..I didn't know I could write scripts like that. John W.J.K 
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