Monday, 28 May 2007

Mr. Grosse, sucks, along with life.*Sigh*

What did I do?
To deserve this goo?
That stuck me to the ground,
And I am forever bound.
What's up with Mr. Grosse?
Why does he think he's the boss?
Do we really think we are superior?
Does he really care about our interior?

'You don't know what's an average,
Primary 4's knowledge.
Cos' you're in the GE,
Where everything's so easy'
Quoting from Mr. Grosse's speech.
What else does he teach?
Other than hate and breach?
And my marks are too low even to reach.

Come, come, come,
Mr. Grosse, come and become,
That idiotic idiot,
Who reminds me of a maggot.
Everyone's got flaws,
And so the line draws,
Separating us from you,
Or that's what you feel.

Come people, come gather round,
To see him make a fool of us, the clowns.
To make life a living hell,
To ring us in a bell,
To stuff us up a rabbit hole,
(Or is it down into the mole's?)
What ever it is,
There is meant to be no bliss.

Even though Sean Seet got the bulk,
I still feel like Mr. Grosse is a hulk,
That was created to destroy hopes,
All aspirations and gropes.
Since when did he care?
For all our best of welfare?
And he goes on about some guy called Kenneth,
That covers us like a hearth.

What the heck was done,
Can never be all the less fun.
What will be will be,
If I hate, leave it be.
God has given us a choice,
To bring out your voice,
In the old creaky house,
That was inhabited with mouse.

Like a fly,
Mr. Grosse can't cry,
Unlike a lullaby,
Mr. Grosse will pry,
Not to open to sleep,
It's to open to skip,
The important lessons of life,
That we would overlook in a glint of a knife.

You were my saviour then in P5,
Now you are an attacking hive.
I've seen the true you,
This time I know it's true,
What you've sent me through body-language mail,
This time I know it's real,
My life is at stake,
This time it's not fake.

What the heck, y do I get stuck making rhymes? Have I got nothing better 2 do? I know my rhymes suck, but I want u'r honest feedback, is it nice? (Just pretend it's about someone you hate, ok?)

[School]
Bfor sch started, I gave Cass something that frm the back ppl will call it a banana. =)

*Sigh* I had 2 go 2 sch early 2day. Not fun, trust me, getting stuck @ the back of the HCL class, but when AY came, things brightened up! We made a few more songs, we edited the songs, we decorated the cover pg, those were pretty fun! Anyway, Hu Lao Shi scolded Sean Seet, but not as loud as expected, Winifred even told me to cover my ears, o well, I forgot, but it was not as loud as expected. O, did I coda it? =)

Maths-It sucks. Just as much as English. =P Did another practice paper AGAIN. Did until question 42 and part of question 48. *Sigh* I wanted 2 finish the paper so badly.

Break-It was darn fun. We played cheat on Cassy's cards and I ate a Hot Dog croscent curtesy of AY and lots of Begawan Solo's Pandan Cake curtesy of Mrs. Teo.

English-It sucks. Just as much as Maths. =P M. G spent most of the time scolding us about being insensitive. As if we dunno how ppl feel. If u see a handicapped begger on the street and not have a pang in u'r heart, now that is called supremem insensitive. Last time I saw a streetside musician and he looked so helpless that I had to beg my mum for money to give him. Then another time I took $2 out of my own savings just 2 give another streetside musician money, call me insensitive. I just dun wan anybody to noe I'm sensitive. O, but well, it's out. I feel like I from that day I saw that handicapped streetside musician I want 2 save a $ a day so I can give the money 2 any streetside musicians I see.

I think we r still more pitiful than the mainstream ppl. They tease us like xiao. It's not fair. I'm the lowest in the GE standard and everybody noes that, and I dun boast that I'm in the GE (partially cos' I got so low). I'm dumb, dumb like xiao, dumb like and idiot, a freak, a stupid person... y can't I just b a normal person? No GE, average grades instead of everything below average...

[JC]
It was pretty fun. We played indoor games, but bfor we play, we need 2 count the number of pieces in the game so that we make sure nothing is missing. I was sniggering at the thought of that stupid BattleShip game where each of us had 'bout 2 count 200 counters each! Wow, we took more than 5 minutes just 2 count those 400 odd counters. That game's nice, but the counting if the counters suck.