Tuesday, October 12, 2004 @ 11:57
number sixty-nine
what a boring day. we had a boring literature paper. it was boring. it was also boring waiting for the teachers to come back from the boring photo-taking thing. cher han's pen had a boring amount of ink in it so he had to borrow another one from juan jie. the section-a of the paper was darn boring. especially the boring essay questions. i did the boring question 3, 4 and 5. clement was boringly unlucky today. that george tan went to scold him the second time for not wearing the boring school badge. then clement just showed him a boring expression.
nothing to do now, so boring. we are having the dnt paper tomorrow for a boring one hour. one hour of boring boredom. then back home again, to study for boring chinese and english. save me from the boring boredom. i can't wait till the boring exam week ends. then i will be free from boring-ness and go get myself killed playing.
three more boring days. three more days of boring paper to freedom. fight on, fight the boring spirit.
there is no sentence in this post without the word boring.
so come on, tell me.