One Friday afternoon…
Im sitting in my classroom now wondering what to do,
It’s so friggin boring ler, not to mention stuffy too.
The spaces are so narrow, the internet so slow,
The people all so ugly, the atmospheres a drool.
***
The lecturer walks calmly in the room, Thomas Chan is his name,
He’s witty, smart, and sometimes lame, A.S.P. is his game.
Hes not really teaching today, were supposed to do revision,
But were as noisey as…erm…well…just use your imagination.
***
In front of me is Leonard, Behind me I dont know,
To my right is my pal christopher, and on the left is the window.
Im looking left and right, my eyes piercing through the air,
Nobody seems to be studying, nobody seems to care.
***
The attendance list is being passed around, it’s just about to reach to me,
I grab it as the whole world slows down, to sign it must be my destiny.
It’s done, I’m leaving now, can finally go play play,
I’ll end this with "Write a comment or get lost and have a nice day!"
