This fails lah. Seriously man. Critical error. Tomorrow I have FRENCH ORAL! FRENCH! @$@#$(@*%@#(*#@* What is this!? And they haven't notified us of the time yet! ~Warning: More raving and ranting following, plus possible swearing. ~ I'm supposed to memorise colours and cloths! How hard is that? *Sarcasm* Then there's the case that it is a restaurant. ~Computer Generated Statement: Profanities have reached mouth. Warning! Warning! Condition Red! Stop typing pro-~ !@#%&(@#!%&(&!&@(&#&(@&#(&%(%!(@#%P)!&@#!@#%*#@%@#%!!LOLOLOLO ROFL LMAO COPTER SKATERS!!@@!#!@# 111 222333 3484198264y12hhkjhkjhiuyi86986toi1kg421kjejqwgkuro861o824oy21khejkwgut!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
awrhaiwulawtiuawtit2it87t..... Phew, that felt so good. That rejuvenated me. Adrenaline rocks! Anyways, my feelings now made me compose a short poem! SHORT! Don't expect it to be long:
Exam, exam.
I don't give a damn.
Sap your strength,
Elongate your length...
What is freedom?
Is it to be free,
To be able to roam?
Is that it?
Exam, oh that diabolic long chain,
That hegemonic rows of teachers,
Those columns of students flaunting their gain...
Envy flew, Hypocrisy brewed...
That day as I sat on the vermilion chair,
The prize I've won cradled in my grasp,
I felt on my back, spiteful student's glare...
Eldritchly stabbing me, like a wasp.
Exam, exam,
Do I give a damn?
Maybe I should, albeit the pain,
That causes another chain.
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