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//And Ming Chun's (not to forget)// //And Jan Jay's (not to forget)// //Wait, Jan Jay, i thot only can have max up to 3 people?// Nvm, anyway, is has already past.
 * This is Shao Qin and Ian's page**

List of Topics which could be done (other groups please don't copy these): Sickness Living Past, Present, Future Animals Exam Having no ideas Pressing the shift key for 1 millisecond too long Sticky Keys (suggested by JJ) Confusion Colours and feelings A poem Having no topic to write on Being bored Shoulder blades,wings growing on shoulder blades(Taken from //**Skellig**)//

//Note: Theme is colours and mood. Another note: we are overdue by *drum roll* 5 weeks. ~ ~ ~ ~ user:IanTung_Resi//

Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii~SQ

Hey I just edited ur PvZ, WITH RHYMES, except for the roof level, can't think how to rhyme. ~ JJ Lol, cool ~MC

You know after a while these poems seem like doggerels... All the fun's gone. We just don't have the correct mindset to poetry.

>.<

__Spelling chequer__ Eye halve a speling chequer It kame with my pea sea It pleinlee marques four my revue Miss steaks eye ken knot sea.

Eye stryk a kee an tipe a word An weight four it two sae Weather eye am rong oar write It shos me strait a weigh.

Ass soon ass a mist ache is maid It nose mee fore two long An eye ken boot the heir rerr rite Its rare lee error wrong.

Eye halve rine this poem threw it I em shore your pleased two no It's latter perfect inn it's weigh My chequer tolled me sew.

<span style="font-family: 'Lucida Console',Monaco,monospace;">~ Sauce unnown <span style="font-family: 'Lucida Console',Monaco,monospace;">(AKA JJ)

<span style="font-family: 'Lucida Console',Monaco,monospace;">Thanks Jan Jay. That helped. Cos this is written by the spelling checker. :P <span style="font-family: 'Lucida Console',Monaco,monospace;">The chequer you mean.~ Jan Jay

<span style="font-family: 'Lucida Console',Monaco,monospace;">Which actually means...

<span style="font-family: 'Lucida Console',Monaco,monospace;">I have a spelling checker <span style="font-family: 'Lucida Console',Monaco,monospace;">It came with my PC <span style="font-family: 'Lucida Console',Monaco,monospace;">It plainly marks for my review <span style="font-family: 'Lucida Console',Monaco,monospace;">Mistakes I cannot see.

<span style="font-family: 'Lucida Console',Monaco,monospace;">I strike a key and type a word <span style="font-family: 'Lucida Console',Monaco,monospace;">And wait for it to say <span style="font-family: 'Lucida Console',Monaco,monospace;">Whether I am wrong ar right <span style="font-family: 'Lucida Console',Monaco,monospace;">It shows me straight away.

<span style="font-family: 'Lucida Console',Monaco,monospace;">As soon as a mistake is made <span style="font-family: 'Lucida Console',Monaco,monospace;">It knows before too long <span style="font-family: 'Lucida Console',Monaco,monospace;">And I can put the error right <span style="font-family: 'Lucida Console',Monaco,monospace;">It's rarely ever wrong.

<span style="font-family: 'Lucida Console',Monaco,monospace;">I have run this poem through it <span style="font-family: 'Lucida Console',Monaco,monospace;">I am sure your pleased to know <span style="font-family: 'Lucida Console',Monaco,monospace;">Its letter perfect in it's way <span style="font-family: 'Lucida Console',Monaco,monospace;">My checker told me so

<span style="font-family: 'Lucida Console',Monaco,monospace;">~Source unknown

A School Holiday

A school holiday is bright yellow and plain blue. It tastes like...a pizza full of cheese It sounds like....uh..... It smells like the sweet aroma of chocolate cake It looks like....uh.... It make me feel like...uh....

Okay,so here goes the edited version of yours....


 * Picnic in the Summer Holidays**

A school holiday is bright yellow and plain blue. It tastes like...a lovely pizza full of cheese and pepperoni It sounds like... the black crows chirping after dripping cheese It smells like the sweet aroma of my favourite chocolate cake It looks like....nothing before the heavens It make me feel like...a rat feasting on the leftovers of a buffet

(Good try, boys. I like the ideas especially the dripping cheese> Keep going. from Mrs Koh)

Christmas is made of green firs and red ornaments hung up trees. It tastes like the delicious well-done roast turkey served on the brown oak-wood table. It sounds like Christmas carols sung by happy children. It smells like the warm chocolate brownie on the table. It looks like the warm, gentle lights strung around lush green pines. It makes anyone feel the happy spirit of Christmas. ~Ian
 * Christmas**

Mining is full of dull black coal and bright gold. It tastes like the overcooked bacon burning in lava It sounds like the pickaxe digging in stone It smells like the rotten flesh left day after day. It looks like the sparkling blue diamond finally found after mining. It makes one feel the fun of mining.
 * Diamond Mining**

The Plague A plague is filled with pure black misery and blood red horror. It tastes __bitter and sour,__ full of fear It sounds like the weak gasps of it's victims __before reaching Heaven__ It smells like the rotten stench of dead bodies It looks like a demon,causing death wherever it goes. It makes people __fear the wrath of the disease.__ ~Shao Qin If possible, please change the __underlined__ words for something better. ;)~Shao Qin

The plague of Europe was all pure black misery and blood red horror and fear. It tastes bitter and sour like the taste Death prefers. It sounds like the weak gasps and wishes of it's victims before their last breath extinguishes. It smells like the rotten stench of plagued rats feasting on dead bodies. It looks like the fearful black of Death's robe and scythe, causing death wherever it goes. It makes people fear the wrath of the disease wherever it mows.
 * The Bubonic Plaque**

Autumn The golden brown leaves are drifting down the aged oak The dark red ants are bringing in food for the winter The bears are getting ready for hibernation (Ooh... how do you continue it) ~Shao Qin

Erm... Shao Qin I think we'd better do more on the poems instead of it tastes, sounds, smells, looks, feels, to more like something like Hu Yang's. Rhymes, etc. I think Hu Yang's is quite good, personally and we should do something else now. And try to make it rhyme too.I will upload the edited version of Autumn (plus much much more) later.~Lan That's why I'm trying to write the "Autumn" poem.~Shao Qin

Hey, thanks! :D user:HUYANG-P5VIC


 * Seasons**

<span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">Spring, when all the delighted crickets announce the arrival of the best season. <span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">When all animals reawake for no reason, <span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">To enjoy the brief three months or just a timely routine I should not know. <span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">But Spring would always be shortlived.

<span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif;">The bright yet glaring golden sun up high in the sky, <span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif;">Everyone on the topic of summer would say aye. <span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif;">When all the kids would go to the beach for a short swim. <span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif;">Then they fill their cups with cool iced water drink, right to the brim. To prevent dehydration, to save their skin __Before they get too thin???__<--Suggested by JJ (To be continued...?)

<span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">The golden brown leaves signalling the arrival of Autumn drifting down the ancient oak, <span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">Memories of the greenleaves so green for six long months revoke. <span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">The hardworking dark red bulldog ants bringing in the food. <span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">The location of the remaining animals of when the cold hard season comes give no hinter. <span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">'Til the arriving of the cold hard winter, <span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">The bears and toads will hibernate till the upcoming of two more seasons.

Snow, sleet, hail, all that would announce the upcoming of winter. When all the kids come out to build one's made of snow. The snow covering all the trees that make that so white, And then the aged oak will topple from hail and sleet it will endure no longer. And the road to yonder... (To be continued???) ~Ian

When you are sad, Do you feel bad? Do you feel that the world has gone black and white? Do you feel mad? Do you feel like crying, in the deep, dark night?
 * Moods**

But fear not, young lad! Because joy is here to fight! The colours it will add, And it will show you the light, And it will leave you glad. So don't forget, for the future is golden and bright!

~Shao Qin

P.S. Is lad a real word??If not can you change it a little?

Yep. Lad is a real ENGLISH word. Old English, somewhat. Will change and edit stuff tommorrow if I have the time.~ user:IanTung_Resi I think now this will be fine.

Anyother ideas? C'mon Shao Qin. I don't have time yet. Will come back later. Anyway, help me do "(No Title)". Anyway (let's not linger too long here), done ERP and Porfolio yet (just say yes or no). ~ user:IanTung_Resi Half and no. Is it supposed to rhyme?

Do you think we could do something on Sickness? Or something like the Festivals or Animals? And finally my "Delete" key works again?~ user:IanTung_Resi

"delete" key works?? What is that~Shao Qin You know that key on the keyboard below the "Insert" key? Lol.I just use backspace. My ideas have been exhausted already. Sad life. And Shao Qin you are pro. Not. Yes Sir!

When you are feeling murky grey, Just Ctrl-Z,and things will be fine. When you are feeling firey red, Just Ctrl-Z,and you don't need to drink wine. When you are feeling dark purple, Just Ctrl-Z, and your bad luck will be lost.
 * Ctrl-Z**

Ctr-Z anything to make your life mistake-proof. But take note, don't go up to mischief, For one day your notebook will spoil.

Anymore ideas? All my ideas have been exhausted terribly, terribly. Seriously, use **Bold** for first Draft of a poem and ** Heading 3 ** for a final. Uh-huh~Shao Qin For some reason when I am typing Shao Qin I always type Shao QIn..... There's nothing wrong with that. It happens to everyone once in a while (don't blame me if it doesn't). Your typing is too fast then. You hold shift key for a millisecond too long. ~Ian Anymore ideas? ~Ian Holding the shift key for a millisecond too long?~shao QIn(There,I did it again....) For once can we stop discussing about this? ~Not going to say my name anymore. So anymore ideas?~Bored Human on this boring Earth made of bored to bits.

Well, may I ask you a few questions? How can butter fly? Won't it melt, just by the brilliant rays of the sun? How can something be cat and a fish? Won't the cat eat the fish? How can something be a sword and a fish? Won't the sword kill the fish? How could the bed be as soft as rock? Won't the bed be uncomfortable like a rock? How do you use a pig as a pen? Won't it be really heavy and hard to use? How can a pillar cater? Won't it fall and smash you? Why is the Guinea pig called Guinea pig? It is neither from Guinea nor is it a pig. Why is an eggplant called eggplant? It is a plant but does not contain eggs, does it? English muffins aren't invented in England Nor were French fries invented in France Boxing rings are square If I wind up my watch it starts If I wind up this poem it ends
 * Compound Poem**

Well, I guess it's up to your imagination, from word joining word. Face it. English is a stupid language

Confusion, a crowded mess of purple gas shrouding the water around you. Silence, the old dusty books opening up for the young reader's mind Rage, red blood clouding the young innocent mind of one. Idleness, the devil's workshop waiting for the right moment to pounce. Sadness, tears of gold dropping down from the windows of the world. Jealousy, "purpled" people hopping around in sorrow and revenge. Horror, small things that make you stronger. Sorrow, the mourning of many things beginning Happiness, that cute little yellow bunny hopping and prancing around the fields. Death, not a dark and gloomy end, but the start of a bright, brand new beginning Phobias, the beginning of one's weakness to anything.
 * Randomness, it starts things up**

Studies, the knowledge which thrives in yonder. Animals, things that started as tiny little things on the tip of your thumb War, death and bloodshed reigns the peaceful valley Life, things that make you so happy on this Earth Friends, helpful yet enemies but things that make you who you are. Sins, the thing so bad yet you want to be. Enemies, the things that started off friends which make you. Sickness, the cold hard mist around peoples lives. Cold, pale white ghosts floating in the air. Fire, warm yet burning the dried grass in the wilderness. Plants, gives oxygen to the one that needs it least. Humans, greed and sin for the one that spoils one's life. Earth, the trees that provides anything but one. Crime, sin and greed which leads to death. Nature,t he lush green getting conquered by firey red. Technology, angel of convinience,devil of communication. Family, the (to be continued.....)

~user:Cow

-_- but nice poem~Shao QIn(Not AGAIN)

War and Death(Please change title) __As I laid in the muddy brown trench,__ __I thinked about why was I here, in this war.__ __Is it a trial from god, to test my skills?__ __Is it for the country, so that our country can prosper?__ __I tapped the soldier beside me on the shoulder.__

__The signal!__ __The commander gave the signal!__ __I climbed out of the trench.__ __I ran, almost robotically.__ __I lifted my gun and started firing.__ __Soldiers were collasping all around me.__ __KILL!__ __Everything looked blood red.__ __The battlefield was exploding with all sorts of noises.__ __Gunfire, footsteps.__ __And the useless cries of dying soldiers__

__Ouch.__ __I touched the bullet on my head.__ __My head felt numb, my body felt numb.__ __I my body felt like jelly.__ __I fell over to the ground,blood gushing out of the wound.__ __No, I thought.__ __I am here simply because I am here.__ __I closed my eyes.__ __The world became calm again.__ __Goodbye, friends.__ __Goodbye, family.__ __Goodbye, world.__

The __underlined__ words are horrible. If that is horrible what is horrible?

Hey SQ howya that?

I laid in the muddy brown trench filled with dead soldiers. I thought about why here I was, in this war, Full of bloodshed, casualties and death. It this a trial from God, to test my skills? Is it for My country, so it can prosper. Is it for the land, the resources, so many things they own? I tapped the limping soldier beside me on his bloody shoulder.
 * The Cold Bloody War**

Go! Go! Go!

The Commander gave the signal! I climbed desperately out of the trench, I ran, almost like the robot I owned at home, I lifted my AK-47 and pulled the trigger, I somewhat hesitated. What have I done? Soldiers collapsed all around me.

DIE!!!

Everything looked blood maroon red. The once peaceful No-Man's Land, Now had explosions with all sorts of noises, And the useless battle cries of dying soldiers. I saw my friend just fall in front of me. Gunfire masked the trod of my heavy boots.

Ouch!

I touched the bullet in my leg. My head felt numb, my body felt numb. My whole body literally turned to jelly. A bullet in my eye. Half blind, already am I. I fell to the ground, blood gushing out

No, I thought. I am here simply because I am here. I closed my eyes. Even the sound of the V2 could unfaze me no longer. The world became calm again. Goodbye, friends. Goodbye, family. Goodbye, world.

See,your's is so much better then my __horrible__ poem~SHao Qin

Fear Fear is a double-edged sword. It tastes salty and bitter. It sounds like the suppressed cries of the deer,as the tiger slowing approches it.. It smells unpleasant,yet you can't seem to live without it. It looks like the scrawny face of the little boy,as bullies surround him. It makes people lose their direction,but also stops them to do the unrational.

Don't be afriad to be scared. Because everyone has it in them. Without fear people would be jumping off buildings,risking their lives.

But fear is a notorious fog,a double-edged sword. Sometimes the only thing to fear is fear itself.(Change this???Somebody in America already said this,I think) Don't let fear take control of your decisions and fog your view.

It's still very much horrible.Got to change it more.~Sh ao QIn

__**Fear**__ Fear, Salty and bitter, Suppressed cries of the deer as tigers near. Unpleasant yet unriddable, Scrawny faces of villagers all unable. Makes losses, yet prevents the unrational. Don't be afraid, Deep within, all containment avail, A notorious fog, A double-edged sword.

__Homework__ I stared at the pile of papers in front of me. Homework. HOMEWORK!!! 32 pages of math. A English report to complete. A social studies project to do. Spelling.Composition. ARRRRGH!!!!

I started doing the math. By the first hour I was dead bored. By the second hour I was fed up. By the third hour I just wanted to toss it in the dustbin.

I felt so bad, so pressured, so horrible. I sister asked me to play. I declined,with anger, and left her to cry. I felt like a criminal,a slave.

Just than,I caught an ad on the newspaper. A homework machine! A HOMEWORK MACHINE!!!!!!

I placed all my homework into the homework machine. I felt so light,so relaxed,so AWESOME!! The horrible burden is finally lifted!

I took my homework out. Wait..... How can this angle be 540 degrees? How can the answer be (a),(b),(c) AND (d)? This report is total gibberack!!!!

With a sigh,I deleted all the answers. There is no shortcut,after all. I sat down,and faced the horrendous mountain of HOMEWORK!!!!

Another __horrible__ poem for you to edit,Ian(If you are there). //In// //commemoration of Youth Homework Day on 1st July 2012,Sunday.//

I stared at the pile, Copious load of homework 32 pages Math, English, Science, Social Studies, Projects and so on it could reach the sky.
 * __Homework__**

I was bored. I was fed up. I wanted to give myself up.

__I felt so bad,__ __so pressured,__ __so horrible.__ __I sister asked me to play.__ __I declined,with anger,__ __and left her to cry.__ __I felt like a criminal,a slave.__

__Just than,I caught an ad on the newspaper.__ __A homework machine!__ __A HOMEWORK MACHINE!!!!!!__

__I placed all my homework into the homework machine.__ __I felt so light,so relaxed,so AWESOME!!__ __The horrible burden is finally lifted!__

__I took my homework out.__ __Wait.....__ __How can this angle be 540 degrees?__ __How can the answer be (a),(b),(c) AND (d)?__ __This report is total gibberack!!!!__

__With a sigh,I deleted all the answers.__ __There is no shortcut,after all.__ __I sat down,and faced the horrendous mountain of__ __HOMEWORK!!!!__

Note: We stories or we poems>?< Edit later. Bye. ~user:Cow


 * __Plants Vs Zombies__**

Zombies zombies on your lawn come to you on your lawn lanes plant more peashooters to protect your mom Or you would be hacked for brains Repeater knocks zombies down Snow pea causes frost pains

Got into the night level No more sun falling down Need mushrooms instead But do not frown, cause puff-shroom is free! But graves pop out up and down Grave digger digs it out!

Reach the pond level already. See zombies scuba-diving Pop up suddenly and eat your plants. Lucky cattail killed it with timing Killed the last Zomboni And you have more plant findings!

Level up to the fog level See nothing but six rows Beware! There's a digger zombie behind! Split pea killed it with flow See the cactus grow tall, And balloon zombie goes down low Hmm... need to see if there is any danger approaching like a crow plant a plantern and see clearly if any rare Yetis roam ahead

Roof level, at last! Pots are important for survival See the zombies smashed by melon And paralyzed by butter Peashooter isn't really effective Now the pulps rule! Winter melon smashed that ladder zombie while cob cannon destroyed the pole vaulting one Oh No! It's Doctor Zomboss! THE ZOMBIES HAVE EATEN YOUR BRAINS!!! :D ~user:Resi_tohmingchun

<span style="font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif;">Peace

<span style="color: #ff0000; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Peace is something we worship, <span style="color: #ff0000; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">especially the god of peace. <span style="color: #ff0000; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">This religion is called peacism, <span style="color: #ff0000; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">while we eat lots of cheese.

<span style="color: #ff0000; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">People keep drawing peaces, <span style="color: #ff0000; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">and do it also by hand. <span style="color: #ff0000; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">We cannot underestimate the power of peace, <span style="color: #ff0000; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">as it can stop Napoleon and Hitler.

<span style="color: #ff0000; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">We are shocked by its power, <span style="color: #ff0000; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">to stop the world from dying. <span style="color: #ff0000; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Sorry if this post is late, <span style="color: #ff0000; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">even though international peace day is no-date

<span style="color: #ff0000; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Anyway, the most important is your spirit, <span style="color: #ff0000; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">and also your love for cheese. <span style="color: #ff0000; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Though no one is truly peacist <span style="color: #ff0000; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">But others are not truly nor neither the same

<span style="color: #ff0000; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">With ease I write this poem, <span style="color: #ff0000; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">with cheese I edit the poem. <span style="color: #ff0000; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">With peace I check the poem, <span style="color: #ff0000; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">with friends I narrate the poem

<span style="color: #ff0000; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">You must say you do not hate peace totally, <span style="color: #ff0000; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">but neither do you love it completely. <span style="color: #ff0000; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">This is a complicated religion, <span style="color: #ff0000; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">but far clearer when you research deeper.

<span style="color: #ff0000; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">No religions come clearer, <span style="color: #ff0000; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">All come as a mist. <span style="color: #ff0000; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">But research becomes blurrer, <span style="color: #ff0000; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">As you hail the god of peace.

<span style="color: #ff0000; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Use psychology to know the definition, <span style="color: #ff0000; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">of the true religion of peace. <span style="color: #ff0000; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Peace and cheese are supported by lots, <span style="color: #ff0000; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">and lots and lots of people.

<span style="color: #ff0000; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Please support peace when you read this poem, <span style="color: #ff0000; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">or you will be stabbed and hanged. <span style="color: #ff0000; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Please support cheese at the same time, <span style="color: #ff0000; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">or you would jolly well be beheaded.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">~ user:Resi_tohmingchun \ Meh.MC why u still on this wiki.

Just to be a peacist