Thursday, April 19, 2007

=X

okkie. Back for my ranting.=D
Maybe i should get a new blogskin, according to joshua.
but i want to design my own.
Which i found out was super difficult.

Tried the first part of the html and gave up.=p
and the school gave us today some paper.
and we have to fill in our qualities and such.
I can't think of any.
Let's just say they'll be finding a unfilled paper when they look at mine. =D

Suppose to be under self-computer rehabilitation Program now. (S.E.R.P)
But looks like it failed. =X

Anyway, I'm bored. SO I shall write a poem about my beloved class, . =D

P.S. This poem is classfied under prose-poem.
THUS, IT SHALL NOT RHYME.
not until i've get time to edit it anyway.

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4-5=-1
By:Yeo WenBin

4th level in Catholic High.
5th room from the stairs.

That's where you'll find.
A room full of fun.

Dawn breaks, and everyone's sleeping.
After all, they'll need to start talking.

Bell Rings at 7am.
Students start causing mayhem.

"And this is how you should do your oral topics."
"Do you all understand?"

"Hey, Yim! You are DUMB!"
"GABRIEL TANG! Who are you calling dumb! you fat boy!"

And it starts, the war of words.
The teacher tries to stop it, failing as usual.

"Bitch!"
"Slut!"
"Whore!"
"Fat!"
"Shit!"

No wonder we can all improve our vocabulary.

"Terence Chew! Xuhao! Stop sleeping!"
"Class! Stop talking!"

Actually it's a wonder anyone's awake.

"Elson! Stop fighting with WenBin!"
"Marcus! What's so funny? Stop laughing!"

hey! We all love some jokes!
Especially when it happens at the back of the class.

"Ariantio! Class has already started! Stop playing chess!"
"Alvan! Stop eating under the table!"

Lessons are boring.
Of course we need some entertainment.

English just ended.
And as always it ended with,

"VICTOR YIM is dumb!"
"Hey yim, he just called you dumb!"
"Stupid gabriel tang, what did you say?"
"Dumb yim!"
"Fat tang!"

After all, it's the war of the words.

Welcome to 4-5.

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okie. it's dumb.
I shall edit it someday until it's perfect.
and i'll have to edit it to make it rhyme.
=X

And.
I just found out that :
White is black.
Black is white.

HAH.
really!
Ask me how. =X

okay.
I'm getting lame.
at least my legs are still attached.

Tried to get a lyrics file to play in my fake player.
and it failed.
ah well.
stupid formats.

I'm sian.
okay. My top 3 favourite songs this week.
1)Lifestyles of the rich and famous--Good Charlotte
2)Gold On---Good Charlotte
3)Let's get this party started---Black eyed peas

HAH.=D

watched CHMA today.
was nice.
the SMS group one was hilarious.=X
and daniel was so hiong.

I shall sleep at latest 10pm today. =D

Since I'm still so bored, I shall write a letter to myself in a weird language.

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Dearest MYSELF,
hieeeee! how are euuu? r u finee nowadays? CHMA was fun ritess? You went home so late, orh horrr.
Anyway, I want tuh write this letter tuh euu tuh tell euu dat I LOVE EUUU.
MUACKSSSXXX.
<33333
LOVE YA 4EVAA!
I <3 MYSELF.
MUACKSXX
XOXO
Yours faithfully,
WenBin
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okie. this is getting lame.
=X
My leg seems to be breaking off.

I'll have to find time to edit the above poem about 4-5.
not good enuff.
=X

okie, as usual...

THAT'S ALL FOLKS!

Monday, April 16, 2007

Gah.

I made a decision.
And I'm heavily regretting it now.

It is time like this, when my heart beats my head to make the decision, that screws me up. And it's up to my head to solve the problem.
I will use both my head and my heart to make a decision next time.

ok. I'm worried, and screwed.
that's all I have to say.

EDIT:
I'M REALLY SCREWED NOW.
Stupid physics worksheet.
I can't find the god-damn worksheet.
I over-turned the whole house and found every single worksheet except that one.
I hate it when teachers give all separate worksheets.
can't they just file it all into a file and give it to us all at once?
Now I'm going to be the only one at the end of steven quay's scolding tmr.
I'M SO DEAD.
AND THE STUPID ROCK DUMB METAL BLASTING IN MY EARS IS NOT HELPING.
I just keep getting more and more frustrated.
What now? damn it.