Hong Kah Roxxxor! Hong Kah!

Oh well,
I've screwed up my preliminaries pretty good, but then again,
it didn't come as a big surprise anyway.

I didn't study; when I did, I couldn't remember.
Blame it on a feverish brain.

But then again, when compared to my Mid-years,
I'm pretty pleased. I'm not doing as bad, although still
pretty crappy.


On a side note, I did pretty lousy for EL.
74 and 19/30 overall.
Oh well, I scored highest in class for all 3 papers anyway,
so... *Shrugs*

For those of you interested in reading my essay,
I'll just post it up here, so you guys can stop bugging me for my paper.


2. Write about an occasion when you had to tidy up
a room which was in disarray.

----My room, the safehaven in which I escape to after a long day at
School, the sanctity of which even my parents dare not breach. It is,
to me, what Olympus is to the Greek gods, my very own Valhalla,
where I may reside in eternal bliss, my prize for fighting the long
battles in school. It is the place where I may savour my omnipotence
as lord of the realm. It is, quite unfortunately, also in a perpetual
state of disarray.

----For every Achilles, there must be a heel, and my heel, -the
proverbial straw that broke my back- was my mother. Never has
one so omni-potent been faced with such terrible fury before. A mere
mortal woman, assaulting the senses with such passionate anger! I was
incredulous, at how inept I was to handle the situation, shocked at my own
mortality. I could only bow my head and nod in agreement;
what shame!

----Like a vulture circling its prey, I swept about the room, surveying
the damage done to my sanctuary, the decay of time, having weathered
dust, worksheets and textbooks. I was surprised that the very ceilings
did not collapse on me, as a way to vent their fury, at the neglect in
which they had been put through. But surely, this was the price of being
immortal and all-powerful?

----Grateful at my abode for not failing me, I began to combat the
legions of dust with such fervour that one has not witnessed since
Napoleon fell at Waterloo. I dusted all that stood vertical. I swept all that
fell flat. I exerted my sinews, until they themselves fell flat. I then
checked around the corners, for smallest speck of sorry dust.
At long last they lay vanquished a tremendous heap, I began to laugh
a terrible laugh, gloating gleefully. However my troubles were not over,
for soon, the wind blew, and the dust spread to all corners; I got frustrated,
I nearly wept. As I wallowed in self-pity, epiphany, she came; slapping
myself for not seeing the obvious, I went down to fetch the vacuum and all
the dust was soon dead.

----After my battle with dust, there left no other foes, save one.
The dreaded foe that was messy disorganized, unstructured all of
those combined. I had to tidy up all the worksheets from school,
the great tomes of knowledge-textbooks, and my literary works, discarded
and lying about. I picked up a textbook, memories flooded my brain.
Awash with emotion, I began to reminisce. 'No time', I thought, I had a
mission that had to be completed, such frivolous matters must make way
for my haste! Instead, I swept them all up and put them back in their
shelves, alphabetically of course.

----At long last my battle was done, I'm sure Ares would have been
proud. The mortal womans' anger was sated and the floor was bare.
I had to admit, Olympus never looked so good. This was truly my
heaven-nice, clean, spick and span. This was truly bliss, unadulterated
and clean.

A-27

Good vocabulary and description.

However, essay marred by spelling and punctuation errors. Do not abuse
the comma, use full stops.


Not the best of my essays, seriously.
Not that I'm trying to show off or nuffink'
but this essay really sucks.

But oh well, the HOD of English saw it fit to
'moderate' (RE:Increase) the amount of marks that I got,
to ensure that I scored the highest in the whole cohort.

Kinda fricken' sweet, don't you think?
Which is why, for today only,


Click to enlarge.

Meh. So there, don't you people start asking me to get my eyes checked!
She might be older than all of us. But she's got 'Inner' beauty, okay? Heheh.
That, and she's probably smarter than all of you.


And yea. Mindless chatting on MSN sometimes compels you to do the
MOST retarded of things to your MSN nick.
(For the record, Sze Kar Yin, you're neither cute, nice OR clean. And don't
like pubic hair either, although it's all over your friendster profile, okay?)

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And just to pose a question to readers, new and old.
What could be worse than having a teacher reading your blog?

Teachers, plural, reading your blog. That, after our beloved EL teacher
Mrs Yeo announced,
'Dick, now Ms Hikmah has discovered your blog and is showing it aroung the staffroom.'*

Oh well, since Ms Hikmah's an EL teacher (who coincidentally has never taught me)
and has probably shown the other teachers of the EL department first, I WILL
endeavour to write in strictly correct English from now on.

That, and I'll have to be politically and morally correct.


I must keep up the good image of Hong Kah**,huh?
The good image of a Hong Kah Lite and the top EL student at that
and also as a student leader.
(I just took a plaque this morning leh! Some award for senior CCA leaders
who've contributed to the school, CCA and all that bullshit.)


No wonder I had a spike of 30 readers.
Damn.
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Note: Brownie Point for readers who can identify
the different frame of minds I was in when I was writing
this essay!

*Or something to that effect.
**Some may ask, 'What Image!?' Since I'm being politically correct and have
appointed myself as Net Ambassador of Hong Kah, I'll have to answer, 'No comment'.