Thursday, May 05, 2005 @ 19:42
number one hundred and twenty-nine
rain has finally fallen on the parched land on which mortal men trod on.
and it had to do so during the oral and drag on after the oral. not on some sweltering night or afternoon, but during the oral. how convenient. my meagre umbrella hardly covered me. and my left side got soaked. just the left side of my body. (-.-)
chinese oral was fine. chen yu neng said the teacher was wang wen xian, and i thought it was wang wen xian. until i came home and discovered through the year book that it was wang bi yu. the teacher that chen yu neng warned us about. oh well. it was fine though. conversation was 2-way, unlike other teachers at other tables. all dead.
on my way back, i saw this damn bad boy gangster looking punk aka useless scumbag with no real contribution to the society. as it was drizzling, he was sheltered, by an umbrella. which his grandfather held over his dyed hair. then the grandfather was trying his best to cover his grandson's head while the punk just stood and ran his fingers through his hair, caring nothing for his grandfather who was half in the rain. what the hell is this. seriously, i think that guy should just drop down and die. i mean it. he should just die.
last thing before i go revise my chemistry.
somebody in class is really getting on my nerves. really getting on my nerves real badly. somebody is freakingly annoying and is real pissing. dog-eyed pest. really pesty. you're starting to go into my bad books now. watch your step. because if you ruin everything, i will never ever let you get away with it. ever.
buzz.
so come on, tell me.