haiz...im bored...so...ill write a crap poem here...keep the blog alive too...

the skin which we saw each other in,
have all flown to the bin,

the skies which we were under those days,
have left us now with lot of things to say,

boring have our lessons become,
from textbooks and teachers they always come,

seeing some faces may make us all puke,
seeing some assighnments just mak us wanna nuke,

tearing of worksheets and lamating at assighnments,
we'd rather wash our own undergarments,

fishing out answers from pros and nerds,
in the end, their names not heard

too bad too sad is all we say,
of cource, common sence, its onli okay,

we dont care,
we dont care,
and,

we realy realy dont care

textbooks turn to rugby balls,
assighnments turn to autemn leaf falls,

so much for our attitude,
but lik wad the hell we dont act cute,

ok, some may talk miiee iissh dhaar thiissh,
but tell you wad, we'll show you a fist.

we may not be best at studies,
nor good are we at soprty muddies,

but like what the hack,
this is e2, if u don lik, then too bad,

cry if u wanna, skold if u wanna,
tell u wad, just be a mamma,

e2 e2 history now,
but who ever said history cnnt repeat its nouns.




ok, crap, bb.