The Miss Yap Empire.

SHE, definitely conquers us with numbers, with equations, with all her whatever-it-is-yet-it-will-one-hundred-percent-involve-her-addmathsthinkingtype-sarcastically-drastically-enthusiastically-unexpectedly-mind, with all her unbelievable, fantastic, fabulous thought that one could never explain the reasons within, she did, and does, conquer us with massive billion tonnes of saliva spitting, laughter roaring, hyperventilation, hysterical atmosphere being caused, angina pectoris, hyperglaecemia, shock, illness of pressing the abdomen because that level of laughing hurts a lot, tables shaking much severely than szechuan earthquake, behind-the-scene brokeback film, books throwing around scattering in thin air like star wars, pupils begin slapping each other's jaw like getting chronic diseases, FAT guys jumping and stomping the ground as hard as over the possibility and strength like there are ghosts or apparitions emerging from the tiles, directors shouting CUT CUT CUT and spit their director-style saliva towards the pre-post-best-actress-queen Miss Yap, and hooray, all dead.

DEAD of laughing, dead of screaming, till thyroid gland bursts into pieces, till brain scatters all over the floor with brain fluid remaining, bubbling creepily.

And she said, at the very first moment, throughout the atmosphere that, indeed, bored US severely, something flew in. And that boreness is being abracadabraed into what we'd defined as 'hysterics'.

Miss Yap: you know guys, I understand that this chapter (trigonometric function) is hard and difficult, but, perhaps if you guys make a little note.

And dramatic here -- she began with some slight motion here...
she acted like an INNOCENT student, holding an invisible but visible in her imaginary PAPER, i mean small square one, in her THOUGHT, she began piling and folding it in her INVISIBLE pocket on her old-fashioned but tender-looking dress..

and here's the part that the first roar of laughter, mixing jovial tears and tonnes, maybe, of saliva broke:
"you see you see, if you have this tiny little piece of add maths note, and if you wrote down those formulas in this chapter, when eating, you can read..."
*posing an eating pose while posing another perspective angle of revising wholeheartedly*

"not only that~ you see you see, when sleeping hor... *slow motion* no... no.. i mean, before sleeping hor~ you can read also..."
*tilt her head upwards and pretending AS IF she were looking at the paper (studying), and another un-busy hand began holding another wave of INVISIBLE torchlight and began flashing it towards the paper and acting AS IF the surrounding was just as dark as when she slept*

"yalo.. yalo.. emmm.. *nodded seriously with unreadable expression* then hor~ in bas sekolah that time, you can read also..."
*holding the real irritating paper AGAIN and read, another free hand holding the hanging handle to steady herself IN A BUS*

"and hor~ when puan gan scold you that time (the so very funniest part is here) you can read also mah~"
*holding the paper again(!) and hide it under her waist as if pn. gan were really scolding her and she pretended to ignore the scolding and rather revise the notes*

"yala yala... then hor~ (here is the extremely most funniest part) you can show off ma... neh, like this like this, when a girl sits beside you......"
HAHAHA!! *hiding the paper in the pocket, though both not existing, showing it to a non-existing 'girl' right at her left side and smirk like a clown, just finished folding a dog balloon to a child, *squeaks*.

maybe if you do not know, please come to my school's staff room and search for this distinguished queen actress... ms. yap, the beyond godlike one.
any enquiries, please ask Lai Hao Cherng from 5C or anybody you had seen running out of 5C class, screaming and shouting like being nauseated and like a hysteria patient, stomping the ground like an elephant who was extremely desperate of BANANAS.