Yes, I am NOT happy.

I am sick, tired and am banned from chocolate. Could life get any worse?

Other then the nice MC then the doctor so kindly provided, excusing me from two weeks of PE and therefore not letting me run, I AM SICK, AND IT AIN'T ENJOYABLE.

Aside from the 2901 words English essay I typed last night for approxiamtely two hours, which was 11.604 times more then the required amount of words (250 words), definately the english teacher won't be too happy at the length, which was seven pages in total.

The barley water I drank last night only served to attract ants when I left it on the office table. Now it is currently INFESTED with those annoying pests, which means I OBVIOUSLY wo't be bringinng up any fruit to eat while working, for convenience's sake.

Speaking of pests, there's this pest who think very highly of himself, and speaks of his numerous merit awards in front of me, like I haven't got any. Hmm, that's kinda true, I don't have any, because mine are almost all distinction and the remainder high disctinctions.

Unfortunately, I don't think those certificates helped in DSA. Oh well. At least I can show off to bakas who think they are wise.

Sorry for future use of japanese here, I think I've been reading too much fanfiction.

Anyway, the topics they make us do for compositions in Secondary one are incerdibly mundane with no space for creativity.

At least if you ask me to write 'A view from a High Place' I can write, right? There's many ways I can develop the story. But nooo, they want us to write about the time I and my friends went to a forest and camped, then got lost. Describe what we found in the forest.

Okay, so you can write a good story from there. Maybe it's just that I am able to write essays of incerdible length when it's slightly harder, but not when it's easy.

Last Sunday, I went to Xiao Yu's house and took a look at her English textbook (Hey, I was bored, and was hoping for some good comprehension passages) but guess what I found?

Every chapter is focused on a specific topic, e.g. medical, internet, etc. And there are also VOCABULARY LISTS that, apparently, every student has to learn.

I nearly fainted from shock, as the words there are astonishingly simple, I knew them when I was in primary 5. (No offense Xiao Yu).

Stuff like 'radiation' and 'going green', you know.

If I remember correctly, there was 'tubercolosis' too. I nearly had a cardic arrest. HOW CAN ANYONE NOT KNOW WHAT IS TUBERCOLOSIS, WHICH HAD AFFECTED MANY PEOPLE AND THEIR FAMILIES, AND BROUGHT SO MUCH MISERY DURING WORLD WAR II?????

Or the meaning of 'coy'?

Geez, read more english books. I'm already reading Jane Austen. (Get the mordern version, don't get the old one or you'll have a hell of a time trying to figure out what she means.)

Or, damn those classics and read some mordern ones, hopefully with no objectionable content.

Or just ditch those 'cheem' books and read Memoirs of a Geisha, which, though has no amazing vocabulary, I did learn a lot of using metaphors.

Speaking of vocabulary, my father asked me if I knew the word 'aura', which obviously I did, SINCE I JUST USED IT EARLIER IN MY ESSAY.

People can be so blind.

I realise that, if you are good at a language, say, english, you will normally tend to enjoy such ''cheem' books. If you aren't you will detest them and mock them.

I know because it's the same with my chinese.

I hated the way how they talked about their feelings, of love and friendship, and crap on. Urgh. JUST GET TO THE POINT, DAMNIT!

The head of HCL epartment was in a very toot dress today. Need a fashion consultant, m'dear? Hey, I shouldn't be asking you, you'll be embarrassed. It's okay, dear, just sit back for a makeover.

A makeover in attitude will be nice as well.

When it rained this afternoon, I kept praying that a certain person would get struck by lightning. I was very much disappointed when it didn't happen.

And I found this poem by someone who wrote under the penname of AellaWind. I thought it was, so true!

Love is a game
just meant to be played.
Love is a phrase
just overly clichéd.

It's dominated by cheaters,
players, and rule-breakers.
Where three words often said
are lies spoken by fakers.

Love is an emotion
and hormones are the cause.
Love is perfection
that brings out your flaws.


Young ones are swayed
into believing that it's real.
Soon concious of mistakes,
next fear is what you feel.

Love is a wish
desired by many loners.
Love is a sight
shown off by its owners.

It's a sad pathetic world
when love is only wanted,
for the sake of having it,
and for it to be flaunted.

Love is a drug,
addictive and strong.
Love is a toy.
and you're strung along.

The endings are painful,
yet again you will start,
to end with more lies and tears,
and another cruelly broken heart.

Love is a reason
to be treated like dirt.
Love is an excuse,
an excuse to get hurt.