So i'm here.it's around 8.50pm. I'm alone in my room, listening to 98.7fm.I'm having my english vocab worksheet in front of me. and typing out this entry at the same time.
I screwed up english period.
the teacher was i think teaching about paradox or something like that.
then the class was pretty confused, so she continued trying to explain.=.=
and i told my friend a little too loudly
"orh. so it's like oxymoron liddat la!"
den she turned and stared around me
"which smart-mouth said that!"
I went
"huh?what? who?"
and she didn't find out who =p
So tmr is wednesday.
assembly and p.e already took up most of my sch time. so left only a few periods on wednesday. =p
I'm tired. and sian. and got homework which needs to be completed.
So ya, who wants to brighten up my dull, dready life?
P.S. I'll add a self-invented phrase at the end of every post. So that my words will go down the generations far and wide long after I'm gone. =)
The world is shrouded in a white mist.
The wind blows, almost to the point of howling.
A poor little girl walks, fighting against the opposing wind.
She is frail, yet her internal strength is strong.
Her hair was blown backwards and her hand were having problems keeping up.
Her frail body, took the pain of the wind.
Her eyes clouded with tears of both pain and sadness, but yet she troughed on.
The relentless wind was cruel and only howled fiercer than ever.
The girl tried not to give in, but it was hard.
Tears were flowing like beads of a broken necklace
Tree branches broke, and rocks started to fly.
A small piece of pebble hit the frail girl on her leg.
She groaned in pain and almost flew as the wind blew.
A tree branch broke out of a yew tree and smacked her on her youthful, yet sad face.
She fell, not being able to take it anymore and hit the ground.
With a thud that was taken away by the wind.
The wind blew and blew, as the trees swayed.
Something that I thought up as I was sian =p
-Sparrows come even after they leave. Forests grow even after they are burnt. Fire re-ignite even after they are extinguished. So why can't time return after they're gone?-
I screwed up english period.
the teacher was i think teaching about paradox or something like that.
then the class was pretty confused, so she continued trying to explain.=.=
and i told my friend a little too loudly
"orh. so it's like oxymoron liddat la!"
den she turned and stared around me
"which smart-mouth said that!"
I went
"huh?what? who?"
and she didn't find out who =p
So tmr is wednesday.
assembly and p.e already took up most of my sch time. so left only a few periods on wednesday. =p
I'm tired. and sian. and got homework which needs to be completed.
So ya, who wants to brighten up my dull, dready life?
P.S. I'll add a self-invented phrase at the end of every post. So that my words will go down the generations far and wide long after I'm gone. =)
The world is shrouded in a white mist.
The wind blows, almost to the point of howling.
A poor little girl walks, fighting against the opposing wind.
She is frail, yet her internal strength is strong.
Her hair was blown backwards and her hand were having problems keeping up.
Her frail body, took the pain of the wind.
Her eyes clouded with tears of both pain and sadness, but yet she troughed on.
The relentless wind was cruel and only howled fiercer than ever.
The girl tried not to give in, but it was hard.
Tears were flowing like beads of a broken necklace
Tree branches broke, and rocks started to fly.
A small piece of pebble hit the frail girl on her leg.
She groaned in pain and almost flew as the wind blew.
A tree branch broke out of a yew tree and smacked her on her youthful, yet sad face.
She fell, not being able to take it anymore and hit the ground.
With a thud that was taken away by the wind.
The wind blew and blew, as the trees swayed.
Something that I thought up as I was sian =p
-Sparrows come even after they leave. Forests grow even after they are burnt. Fire re-ignite even after they are extinguished. So why can't time return after they're gone?-
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