Tuesday, August 01, 2006 Oh, I'm having a lesson in the DNT room now.
Yet I'm writing a blog-entry using my G2-pen.
Okay. I shall start.

I ran like mad today with Thaqif. Apparently, he was molesting me [on the verge of raping], & I couldn't do anything but run with all my might to get away from him.

Oh, I ran [with him following closely behind] from the classroom block, to the pavement and the big container where the malay pupils in my class had their MotherTongue lesson, and then to the school gate, where the security guards were.

I ran again, the the lift where ONLY teachers are allowed to enter, but I always see some upper Secondarys students in it, and then FINALLY back to the classroom.

I was dashing and pushing. I didn't care. Finally, it was DNT lesson. [in fact, when we started running it was just after English lesson]. I stopped in my tracks & got ready. Thaqif was panting as if he just ran 3.2km [ROAD-RUN!]

So you know how mad I can go when and after running?
weepee.
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