I'm bringing sexyback!

There's this particular someone who is causing my blood to boil, and I mean really boil. After sending dear off at the airport, I thought I can catch forty winks before dance. And you, yes you. One call led to another - the result; I have to make a trip down just to make sure you are not hanging out with bad clique. I have much better things to do really. But then, there's this woman who's really worrying bout you and I cannot bear not to do nothing bout it. I bet she is thinking bout you now, and if I were her, I will just focus on working. I was told to call this man to complain bout you and to make this trip down with me. And what did I do? I said no, don't let him know. Mind you, this man can never get angry. Why in the world am I still protecting you when you yourself have already fallen into a hole as big as my bedroom. But yes, I still believe you're 'curable'. My dear one, if you don't follow the rules, you will pay the high price. Now you're like a vagabond on the loose - a wanted vagabond. Playing hooky thrice a week is no joke. Holy cow, and don't you go damaging your gustatory cell! We'll see huh. You may not get a death sentence but be prepared for a very very long jail term, witch.

We'll have all learn to be patient with this witch and it seems time is running out....

Note: No names were particularly mentioned so please do not assumed the 'witch' is you. It may not be, or it may be. And you definitely have no rights to sue me for slandering.

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