Ceramah about BM for us Form5s at the Dewan
It.Is.So.BORING!!!
And I just had to sit right in front there -.-'
[seriously, why am I so dumb at times?]
Anyways,
to keep myself awake
[cause I slept around 2.30am last night]
I wrote this erm...
It's not a poem cause it don't even rhymes!!
And it's not a lyrics either cause it's definitely not a song...
Whatever. LOL.
Here it is!! =)
Eyelids getting heavier,
Voices around me disturb my dreams,
Struggling against the heavy weight,
Won't be surprised if I fall asleep.
The need to just stop moving,
Not to mention these annoying people,
Kept talking, and it ain't their fault,
But when I'm sleepy I feel cranky.
Now and then I'd stop writing,
To look up, and to pretend I'm listening,
I disguise this poem as the notes they want,
So that they wouldn't caught me slacking.
Lecturer's voice droned on and on,
She wears orange, which is not her color,
One particular girl, minding my business,
I gave her a half-smile, too tired for questions.
Lecturer's gets people attention
She speaks BM, Eng, Mandarin and Hokkien,
And that make me feel so down,
Who am I? When hokkien is in my blood?
Joyce turned to flash me her famous grin,
She passed me a message, thank god for it,
It if weren't for her, I'd be bored to tears,
She wrote, "This is why I love writing facts"
Bell rang, and it's only 8.50a.m
One hour and ten minutes to go,
Everyone watches their watches, waiting, waiting,
Impatiently, I sigh in exasperation.
The urge to do something,
To annoy others just like Joyce,
It's hard to resist, must resist!
For in Teachers' eyes, I'm rather 'sensible'.
This is the end of the poem,
And my eyelids are still half-closed,
Till the next ceramah, I'll write again,
If I can survive through this today.
Voices around me disturb my dreams,
Struggling against the heavy weight,
Won't be surprised if I fall asleep.
The need to just stop moving,
Not to mention these annoying people,
Kept talking, and it ain't their fault,
But when I'm sleepy I feel cranky.
Now and then I'd stop writing,
To look up, and to pretend I'm listening,
I disguise this poem as the notes they want,
So that they wouldn't caught me slacking.
Lecturer's voice droned on and on,
She wears orange, which is not her color,
One particular girl, minding my business,
I gave her a half-smile, too tired for questions.
Lecturer's gets people attention
She speaks BM, Eng, Mandarin and Hokkien,
And that make me feel so down,
Who am I? When hokkien is in my blood?
Joyce turned to flash me her famous grin,
She passed me a message, thank god for it,
It if weren't for her, I'd be bored to tears,
She wrote, "This is why I love writing facts"
Bell rang, and it's only 8.50a.m
One hour and ten minutes to go,
Everyone watches their watches, waiting, waiting,
Impatiently, I sigh in exasperation.
The urge to do something,
To annoy others just like Joyce,
It's hard to resist, must resist!
For in Teachers' eyes, I'm rather 'sensible'.
This is the end of the poem,
And my eyelids are still half-closed,
Till the next ceramah, I'll write again,
If I can survive through this today.
LOL LOL LOL
I was really tired and down when I wrote this.
EMO XD
But now,
It's just so amusing =D
Stupid neighbor is burning stuff again -.-'
Its not the first time
and it doesn't seems to help at all when four of us siblings started acting like we're choking and dying with dialogs such as:
"GASP!!! I CAN'T BREATHE!!!"
"OH SISTER!!! WHY ARE THEY POLLUTING THE AIR?!? WHY WHY?!!"
"WHY CAN'T THEY STOP BURNING?!?!"
"OHH MY EYES!! I CAN'T SEE!!"
I kid you not,
we really did that before.
Blogging now so that night time I can concentrate on spamming ;)
So see ya!
[I sincerely forgot what else is there to blog about]
P.S If you're a parent one day, you will...
P.P.S I think I prefer studying in Biology Lab now ;)
From: Darkling Lovecraft aka Suezie
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