I FLEW. WHEE.
La fluer des secrets...playing at my house. okay. first thing, some sing damn nicely. hell nicely. damn right nice. idol material. definately will get some multi platinum selling album. fucking true. no doubt. hell yeah. they will win shit for shit. stop your critism. actually calling two 'some' is little over doing it. come on, let's face it. they have the best voice and the best tone without any doubt. i'm fucking serious.
sense that feeling. if ya get what i trying to paint.
got back our general paper paper back today. now come on, even though we all did badly, sort of. i was so freaking happy about one thing. just that one thing. feeling that rush of blood. hell good feeling, feeling just like laughing out. just that one person. hell shit yeah. that one person that's seem close yet is at a distance. maybe some knows who the freaking hell i'm talking about.
maybe.it's the accumlation of small things that lead up to big things. jumpingf queue, one's alright, two is asking for it. i would have pretty much walked away from the queue if there wasn't anything else to eat. i remember doing that once in j1, maybe people do not remember or even notice. call me petty or whatever, it's basic manners. jumping and blaming others. blah. come on, what's so hard about queuing up just behind another freaking person. it's probably going to take another 5 minutes at the most.
ah, the joy of writing. or bitching. whatever suits you.
now 'bout the class. so mr siraj is not going to be teaching us anymore. yeah, big friggingly, fragging, big deal. and ms lee coming back to teach us. okay. first was about adapting, now bout the teacher herself. oh yeah. nice shit. okay, adapting i might be able to understand, but hell, the arguments that came out were pretty nice. hell nice. what's so wrong with changing. change the only constant thing in life. maybe some big, far-sighted, extremist, all-so-philoshical person might come challenge me about that and pretty much argue that it boils down to the fact that he, she, it or whatever is always correct and that we are always wrong, and we argue just for arguing. maybe. just maybe. come on, i dare say that majority of the class wouldn't mind the change to the point where they would bring it to the top echeleon. come on, think about the trouble that it brings. she can't catch your attention, then blame your attention span than. it's unfair to her. why some people can, while you can't. than it's probably your fault. tsk, you think you get everything you want, not everything you want can be given.
ah, more. more. more!
s'okay, so you might have a relative who does certain things and in a certain profession, and you say, " it's possible if they want to" . hell yeah, somethings can be done if anyone wants. analogy: you can just jump off the building if you want to, it's definatly possible. but imagine the troubles it brings. bloodly flawed logic. come on, we're just students. come on, just come on. our work load is just that much. that tiny, little, minute bit compared to their's. it's additional work to them just to plan it out. it's not part of what they want to do okay? think you're having stress? trying eating a dose of their's then. you'll probably break down the wall. blah. go, just bring it out to the pryamid. they'll probably fail that badly. do they think how the teachers feel. the awarkness if they meet. hmm. maybe they're not what i used to think they were. hmm. is that sensitivity at it's very best? maybe. another reason why i kept quiet during that break or lunch. i actually wanted to move another table. the conversation was getting on my nerves and i could just break right in front of the school. but nah, image is important for myself, and not for them. and moreover, the subjects that they were 'discussing' was in the vicinity. if those people read, which i don't think so and probably not, cause it's probably they see comtempt with blogs, viewing it as below them. hell yeah.
ah, the grapes.
man, that was long. frigging. and it wasn't about another class outing. i could probably go into some characters, which i briefly touched for a while. but it's for another time. the tone i was using for some or most was so obvious, that i was kicking myself if anyone didn't notice it. blah. too long. it might be serious or not serious. whatever suit your tastes.
