Breaking news.
Blondie has finally left the building. Apparently one of her students who was in the nick of time to witness the abrupt paroxysm was awe strucked and now suffering from an unknown psychological disorder whereby the sufferer have a deep-seated fear of wells, nightgowns and pretty much blonde women. To this time the sole victim leaps from tables to tables whenever she glimpsed her reflection in a nightgown in TV. Despite the unrelated symptoms Blondie's student is not in tip top condition.
According to another student Blondie had snapped, slammed her books and strutted to her staffroom - which was fortunately next door as she would've have to sway that livid curvavious bum of hers to another building - and "gave her students the whole period to think about it". However they never did, and shrugged it off from their shoulders like dust.
On a another news,
Out of the many prefects of various departments participated for being emcee, four has been chosen. A pair of girls and boys. Congratulations to Dayangku Nurul Izzati Hazimah binti Pengiran Hajo Abdul Rahman, ...Rusydi, Siti Haneesa binti Othman and... Zuhdi. The first pair(si Zimah ne and Rusydi) are now assigned to be emcee for all working hours whilst the other pair are assigned to emcee for Thursday's talk.
Bigger news is that, by tomorrow Zimah and I will be killed - to be a bit detailed; blinded by hot white charcoals, skinned alive, stared down ferociously and on a high chance electricuted - by our lovely LOVELY tame not-always pissy Miss Zari because she loves us.
And we "skipped" her class for a talk on a university offering new courses. Conversely the courses are mostly related to the Syariah law and um, other Islamic knowledges.
So dear readers if I'm not blogging by three days you'll know that I'll be dead. Zimah too. Stared down ferociously to death. It's possible.
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Now let me sob my eyes out in a mix of heartbreak and paralyzed fear.
Labels: my petrified breathing, unprofessional newsmaker
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