Friday, September 28, 2007
It is the last day of school for the normal acad. It is very frightening to know that many of us will not be able move on to sec 5.
Tried and tried so hard we try to slow time down. But all we could do is break the clock and lie to ourselves that there are still time left before N levels arrives.
This the class that have finally bonded. All good things come to an end; for this instance it ended too quickly.
The class that have created the best haunted house i have ever been to, the class that worked hand in hand.
I will miss the all the things in this class. The sign that states 4A2.
The door that we always treated with violence.The door that we use for fun, joy and laughter. Locking people up.The door to 4A2.
The window that kills our boredom when lessons are too boring.The window that blocks us from the heavy rain.
The window that allows us to wave to friends from all over the school.
The whiteboard that taught us all that we need to know although we took it for granted all the time and refused to clean it all the time.The whiteboard that passes messages better than any other messenger.
The class
Monday, September 10, 2007
I really hope that all this mother fucking stuff will all just stop. It's just nothing, nothing to be angry about man! All those who are being stabbed, stabs. That's an eye for an eye. So if you are all of the same breed what for get mad at each other. It doesn't make sense to be so mad, it doesn't pay. Sometimes i feel like i just want to migrate or just move to a new school where nobody knows me, maybe to be a better person than what i use to be. It is much easier this way. To just throw it away, to forget everything. Maybe it is not such a tragic to be in a car accident so that i can erase all this memories. To leave it all behind. Even though it's irresponsible.
Friday, September 07, 2007
Whatssup with these kids nowadays. Hopeless and ignorant. English is definitely the language we all communicate in most, but you gotta know the meaning before you use it. For the last time go check the definition of Emo before using it, cos emos are the closes to transvestite. I am not emo either cos i do not go round dressing like one and acting like one get it. Emos are so yesterday and it totally depends on one's self to be emo, if you can't be emotional. Try not to act emotional, cos it really makes you look so......like such a hypocrite bastard. So get your languages right before talking or doing anything, or your parents might be embarrased to have a shameful person as their child. :D PEACE.
The door that we always treated with violence.
The whiteboard that taught us all that we need to know although we took it for granted all the time and refused to clean it all the time.