I don't know how thew blogskin fucked up (it always does when I try to add new things to it) so now I'm trying to fix it but all it does is to get WORSE and Ido not know what's wrong. Now I am extremly ANGRY and I'm about to blow up this computer with my wrath and am gnashing my teeth in fury.

THIS would most appropriately describe my state now.

Look, people of 1HM, I know it's EXTREMELY late, I'm sorry T.T

I've written a poem of 1HM FINALLY (did it today in ten minutes). If you want to put it in the class blog, contact me first.

I AM VERY SORRY FOR THE TARDINESS! Now I do have the inspiration, but it came too late, we'll see about next year...

Different people, different roots
Started as strangers, hesitant smiles
Unknowingly a bond begins to fruit
Now united we stand, unafraid of trials.

Debates argued, challenges issued
Passion-filled, determined not to lose
Noise pollution made, detentions endured
Glaring frustrated at lectures galore.

Recesses spent playing, going wild
Before exams the auras turn mild
We shouted, we planned, we had our fun
Examination scores nearing none

Individuals melted to become one
The road forth bright as a risen sun
Inching forward, it’s hope I see
Together, we progress, as One Harmony

Yes, welcome to my damned,accursed, all fired, anathematized, bad, blasted, bloody, blooming, condemned, confounded, cursed, damnable, darned, despicable, detestable, doggone, done for, doomed, dratted, execrable, infamous, infernal,

Yes, it is 'pity me' day, and go the fuck away and read other posts to entertain yourself.

You know what? Life's greatest actors aren't the ones in Hollywood or Mediacorp. It is the liars, those who lie for themselves, lie to cover up their imperfections, builiding armour after amour so it wouldn't be shattered.

Some people aren't just meant to be. Some people are never gpoing to get the taste of being popular, being beautiful, being powerful. Someojne always have to be the bottom of the social ladder. For every society there has to be a pariah.

Yet not all things are for certain.

Some fall from grace ultimately. Some rise up. Some just give up.

Life is a changing illusion--an illusion you can never break, a spell you cannot cast.

Have you ever despised yourself so badly, or put up a front for all to see? Have you feared change, and insist on being the same twisted person you are for protecting yourself?

The odds are against you and the world. Slowly, the glamour melts, the lies unravel, and we are naught but an empty shell of what we had once been.

We started out the same--innpocent babes. But how did some of us develop to be so withdrawn?

Some things come naturally to some, but to others, it is extremely hard.

You just don't understand. I don't understand.

In the end, it's nothing but winds, waters, and the dark sky.

Today. Is an okay day.

During recess, Mr Teo found us (me and HT) at the canteen, and then brought us with some guys to file the report books.

Well, I admit I went to help out just for the sake of looking at the report cards...

Hee hee?

Anyway, everyone has these character evaluation thingy, where the teacher determines your character.

Apparently, my empathy and integrity is 'adequate'. Anyway, I'm not proud of it, but I'm more of the vengeful type. If my enemy falls down a cliff, and their fingers are scrabbling at the edge, I would kick them down. (If there's no connection from me to the dead body, of course. I don't want to get caught.)

Yeah, I have the character of those bad guys you see in movies, except I'm not that evil, nor would I rob a bank (but think of the money...)

Recently, I've just discovered that I might be going insane, or more childish, because I sing for no reason at all and twirl around in the classroom when I'm in desperate need of the toilet.

Joy. I'm going cuckoo! *whacks the stupid pigeon perched on windowsill*

ARGHHHH

I FEEL SO DAMNED ANGRY.

Now, I was looking at a blogger's statistics (in the pie chart) that states the total no. of votes, etc. etc, when I accidentally clicked on a link. Then, THE BLOODY LINK LED ME TO A PAGE THAT SAID I WAS TRYING TO ACCESS THE FILTER (or sth like that) WTF?!

From then on, I coulkd not access the website. I AM SO ANGRY!ROAR! THEY SHOULD FIX THEIR DAMN THING PROPERLY!

I TRIED to email them, but I later realise they did not provide any means of contact for us. DAMN!

*takes phone and swings it at the person in cahrgeof sgfriends*

Stupid webmasters and their less-than-low-quality webpages. ARGH.

Speaking of stupid, incompetent admiun, I have to comment on asknlearn.

Roday at 1 p.m., I went online, logged in, go to Course selection, but the page displayed said "2006 course selection"

I refreshed loads of times, but to no avail. I don't care and do other stuff.

At night, HT smsed me and asked me what course I was applying for, and that most of the seats are taken up I immediately logged on again, and saw that all the seats are taken up for the course(s) I wanted to apply in.

WTH.

WHAT THE BLOODY FUCK IS THE ADMIN DOING? WHY IS IT LIKE THAT?!

Thanks to the INCOMPETENCE of the admin, I am stuck with a course I don't want. I logged in early, page havent change, then I loggedin at 11 pm, I see all the seats taken.

I AM VERY FURIOUS! THOSE FUCKERS DON'T DESERVE TO BE CALLED ADMIN!

I demand that they reset everything to give everyonre a fair chance since the admin fucked up.

Argh. I'm having second thoughts about staying where I am at CCHMS.

Because next year is going to be so taxing, I'll feel so suffocated, I feel as if I cannot breathe.

WHO THE HELL GIVES OUT HOLIDAY HOMEWORK OVER DECEMBER? DO YOU THINK WE ARE THAT FREE?

I was planning to have Japanese lessons from 1st of November, from 2:30 to 5, so HOW THE FUCK AM I SUPPOSED TO DO THE DAMN THING?

ROAR! I am very angry!

Did I mention that Yang will be teaching us (again) next year?

*Watches as soul gets ripped out from body, empty shell cracks into pieces, and soul is sent down, whirling through dimensions unknown to the fiery pits of inferno itself....*

NNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!

I hate homework. I hate school. If only I can get home schooled, it would be brilliant, because I don't see the need in going to school, for I am too young to make business contacts to build my own business empire.

At least I didn't mess up during ESD . Javier said that I was too childish. T.T

Well, better childish than oldish.

Anyway, the heels nearly killed me. I don't get women sometimes--why would they want to wear those awful torture objects and get blisters just for the sake of looking pretty?

If I become a fashion designer, shoes will not be that way. They will be comfy and pretty.

To whom it may concern:

Just shut the fuck up already. Your whiny voice annoys me to no end.

Yes, you know who you are.

First, no youtube. Okay, then I blog. Then you say no blogging. Okay, I go read fanfiction. THEN you say no reading blocks.

Then I try to play games, you say no games.

WHAT THE BLOODY MOTHER FUCKING HELL AM I SUPPOSED TO DO? SHALL I HACK OCBC ACCOUNT?!

Or would you prefer something educational: The secret to grisly murders.

Read books, do assessments. It's obselete my dear. Try other learning media.

Research hasshown that media playan important part in any youth's life now, so I would soo kindly ask you to shut you mouth now or I will help you shut it PERMERNANTLY.

Emails alos cannot acess? Hmm... Maybe I shall take screenshots of the games you play then post it up for the whole world to see.

Trust me, blogging is beneficial emotionally. It helps me punch the keys on the keyboard, letting me release some of my fustrations. This way, I will not let it out on humans.

A survey I took showed that I am quite violence-inclined. Hereby, I ask you to do some researchand upgrade yourself. Who wants to be yet another of those A-scorers. Now the world is moving with creativity and enterprise. I don't want to be a jobless professional.

Oh, the irony of life.

Maybe it's just me in a foul mood today. I just feel very constricted, and I HATE it. It makes me behave like a phyton of which its tail was stepped on by ignorant human.

ARRRRGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH.

Is it me, or does it seem that most of the teen blogs (if not all) type in broken English, have horrible tense, and cannot differentiate between singular and plural?

Or they post up so many pictures, to the point the blog is becoming more of a personal picture gallerywith comments than a true blog?

One blogger remarked:

After Reading lots of blog such as those popular, famous, celebrities blog... i realise tht a blog must have PHOTOS... Dont U agree tht? I do think of tht... because u cant blog it in thousands of words or millions of words... when urs reader or passer by will ZzZ... after readings... but it is different picture always have the evidence and much more easier thn words... but however a picture will always have a captions rite... this is so called known as "captions". So from today onwards, i will always come with picture too.... but if i choose to write in words... i think i shall do it in interesting ways... or think of a nice title. But the reasons is blog is nt boring... the problems is hw many more post left... this would cause u to ZzZ.... if u choose to reads all the post.... anyway wait till, one of the days my blog is famous.... hope my readers will nt feel ZzZ....

Oh? those celebrities's blogs? Do you think it is their true selves?

NO! They do it for publicity's sake. Hell, even is a teen pop sensation has a blog, no matter how horrible their writing is, or whether they write like a four-year old, you'll still love them.

Sickening isn't it? The power of fame. *bitter laugh*

Jealous? Oh, I'm not. It just irks me that people will do anything for getting that publicity, that fame, they'll even forgo their true selves. While they slowly trim and cut themselves into that cookie-cuttermodel, actress, professional, they will be so engr0ssed in making themselves be another person, they will never realise the loss of their own uniqueness, their own special beauty.

I'm not pretty, I'm not talented, and I sure don't hold a candle to Albert Einstein's itellect. I have below average looks, above average grades, average talent, below average sportiness, anbd above average sarcasm.

I've never, ever posted pictures of myself, because it's not safe. I don't want someone photoshopping my face to put on their blogs, not matter how beautiful and charming they happen to find me, thank you very much. Or some pervert coming after me. I still want to go home in peace, unmolested.

Speaking of being ourselves, while it sounds so magniamious and kind, has anyone in this world ever truly been themselves?

Think: We say the poor have freedom. But there is one area where they don't have freedom: Monetary freedom. They have to struggle just to get that little bit of rice, beg, plead, suck up to the mighty people; some even prostitute themselves. So no, I won't say that the poor could be themselves.

Middle class. It is human instinct to achieve, achieve, achieve. We're all crushed by peer pressure, by 'cool' things, by our relentless pursuit of being the most outstanding pupil, or blogger, or whatever we want to excel in.

Middle class being themselves? Larger possibility, but they would have already changed some part of themselves before realising how precious it is to be yourself.

High class? HA! If you are one of those people who think that you will be able to do whatever you want when you are rich, think again---stocks have to be maintained. Security needs constant upgrading.. Stay ahead of other rivals. Can you do it? Especially abondon yourself to be able to deal with today's fast-paced society?

So, I arrive at my conclusion--no one here is truly themself.

Woo Hoo! No school today! No assembly! *jumps around for joy*

Unfortunately, tomorrow will be the BIG day (Not a wedding, idiot, the day we get back our papers. I'm not even of legal age to get married yet)

I am very nervous...tomorrow will be the final showdown and I'll have to see how well I did with my descriptive essay....AHH I knew I should have described the view within the train instead of outside...out of topic liao....

Yes, I having last minute jitters about English. Not that I'm lousy at it, I'm just afraid that I wrote too long T.T

They should really raise the word limit to 600 words. For people who tend to write long essays, anyway. AND GET BETTER QUALITY ENGLISH TEACHERS WHO UNDERSTAND VOCABULARY LIKE 'amortization'.

AHHHHH *freaks out on the spot*

Sorry friends if I jump you tomorrow and begin whining. I'm apologising in advance so you will know what to expect.

Ohh noo....that means that this week, it is inevitable that we will have Physical Education.

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!! I hate gymnastics!

To escape from PE, I've decided to get sick ASAP.

OK, this will be posted. Rant coming up.

They say my posts are too long T.T

Now let's have a short entry for fun.

This hereby concludes the short entry. Oh, and don't forget to vote for me.

Well, some people aren't born lucky like me, I guess. I'm born on a school holiday (6th of September).

Well, I must admit that it isn't nice to have a birthday too close to all the major exams---Last year, Tao Nan teachers went bonkers on us and loaded us with PSLE revision homework. THAT was my 'happy' birthday present. Joy.

Today is the date of Charmaine's birthday party. Not her birthday per se, but a birthday celebration in advance since her birthday falls on a school day (Bummer. It's on a Thursday too, PE day. Gah. I hate PE.)

So I've got the present ready, I've got the outfit ready, but I haven't showered since waking up at 8 a.m. (It's so bloody early!) and my hair's limp like overcooked cabbage. It also smells, probably due to my pimple cream.

If you were buying presents, which variety will you choose: items that are pratical, or items that are cheap?

Or if you have a lot of money to spend, would you go for extravagant, useless items?

Well, considering that most of us come from middle class families, I guess that pretty much eliminates the latter.

Why am I broaching this subject, you wonder? Well, if not for the fact that I went shopping with Xinyi for the damned confounded things, (no thanks to Charmaine for her birthday falling this month...at least I'll get free food...) and we were both attracted by different things.

My attitude is pretty much like this: Go get her anything that's cheap can liao, then have fun. Unfortunately, her attitude resembled a housewife auntie's :Must be practical AND cheap.

Okay, Xinyi, I'm afraid of you. I'll make a mental note to compile a list of cheap things I want before handing it to you next year. I don't want to get a file (even if I am notoriously messy, but, hey, everyone has their shortcomings) for my birthday next year, thank you very much.

So while I oohed and ahhed at an bloody expensive bag (definition of expensive will be anything <$10), Xinyi's attention was attracted by some weird key chains. Okay, I lied. I wasn't interested at getting the present at all, I was more interested in the ridiculously expensive chocolate from Cocoa Trees. Happy?





Okay, I did get her a present in the end that was below $10.








The wrapped present =) I am so proud of myself for managing to do it without messing it up. *sniff sniff*










In case Charmaine is reading this, I shall not reveal what it is. After I am done, I ignored Xinyi and raced to the ice-cream store that caught my eye.

Nevertheless, it was expensive. $3.10 for one flavour, $4.20 for two flavours. I picked the two flavours offer, thinking that I was smart.

Well, by "flavours, do you seriously think they meant scoops?















YOU ARE WRONG!

The assistant simply went on to give me half a scoop of chocolate and half a scoop of mango. I should have just gotten the single flavour one. Got tricked, didn't you? Bye-bye goes my $1.20 for nothing.





Look at the ice cream. not at my face. I KNOW I'M NOT A BEAUTY, STOP BEING SO SURPRISED ALREADY. Anyway, that was the most frivolous thing I've ever done. So shut up already or I'll torture you. Really.


OKAY. COMMERCIAL BREAK!

Huiting just said that I was too harsh in calling the person concerned SOAH. (refer to previous, previous entry). I replied that it could have been worse. I could have called him a blithering, idiotic, mundungus, deprived, fcking,obnoxious, annoying, caustic , asinine, batty, crazy, daffy, daft, dull, dumb, fatuous, foolish, gorked, half-witted, hare-brained,imbecilic, inane, insane, jackass, jerk off, lunatic, moronic, senseless, silly, squirrelly, thick-witted, unintelligent, absurd, cretinous, son of a harlot. Except that it would've been too long and troublesome to type out.

And yes, they are all synonyms of 'idiotic'.

COMMERCIAL BREAK OVER. BACK TO STORY!

So, yeah. Anyway, we bought our presents, walked around like two idiots, and ate. (Hey, I was hungry.) Although Xinyi told me that rotiprata is not supposed to go with Hershey's chocolate syrup and rainbow sprinkles, but I was too hungry to give a damn.

Speaking of eating, you definitely don't want to see me eating. I admit I have no grace in eating whatsoever.

I mean, what's the point in eating with grace? If you scratch your armpits while eating (No, I don't do that, idiots), you still accomplish the process. I just stuffed my mouth with food and ignored the fork laid beside the plate. Well, it would have been pointless eating with the fork anyway, since it was a paper prata and the fork would've smashed it into pieces. So, not giving a damn to the poor consumers beside me, I used my fingers and dug in, stuffing my cheeks to the point I looked like a chipmunk.

Can you imagine the scene already? Yes, yes, I know what you are going to say, that I should have more manners while eating. But try walking around for three hours straight with one measly plate of rice and a few spoons of vegetables for lunch. Unless you are the president or the lady of the land of maybe even the princess, I don't think you can restraint yourself from eating like a savage.

After we were done eating, we walked around till I spied an array of voodoo dolls on sale. I was looking for two: one with vengeance and one for concentration. I guess I needed concentration for writing my novel (I'm still doing the first chapter, and Hui Ting says she doesn't understand it...Is my writing that cheem? Sheesh.) and vengeance for our dear friend, SOAH. And the idiots that will antagonise me.

Unfortunately, because it was a "Halloween special", each doll cost $11+. $11 for a doll not even of 10 cm. No sire, I don't think so. He's obviously out to cheat poor unsuspecting people out of their hard-drooled on money.

Ah well. I guess I can always buy a cloth doll, curse it, then give it to my maid as a pincushion. (Don't you get it? The cloth doll will be a substitute for the voodoo, and because it is a pincushion, it will undoubtedly have pins stuck in it repeatedly...)

Brilliant, I know. Heh heh heh....

It's such a pity we don't have Halloween here in Singapore, I sure won't object to free candy....

Ah well. At least I have gotten the giftshopping part over. Now all I have to do is to look forward to the free food....

Hey!I have just registered for the best of blogs competition. Please vote for me, your favourite daily source of dry humour and sarcasm at despicable teachers. If not, do it for the sake of one Harmony!

Here's how to: Simply read (or don't read, fine, as long as I get a place can liao) and click this button. Very important! die also must vote that i'm brilliant!



Seriously. Vote for me or I'll bombard you with my newly-learned vocabulary.

Note: Slamming might be involved, so if you don't like such things, I suggest you get the hell out.

Some people SERIOUSLY need a huge dose of creativity.

One good example is this blogger.

She is the most disgusting online netizen I have ever met.

When you open the page, what greets you is an outstanding picture with a very FAMILIAR background (as all xiaxue readers would know). The picture was BADLY photoshopped to include her face. Instead of "xiaxue", the words read, http://www.siyansblog.blogspot.com/ , followed by "Shopgirl" being spaced out evenly.

I say it was badly photoshopped because the body was unproportional. The neck looked too long. Not to mention the specific lack of collar bones. Upon closer inspection, you realise that even the skin tone is different.

Nice try. If you really want to copy someone, at least get the photo proportional and the skin tone right. Did I mention that your head looked like it has been executed and planted on top of xiaxue's face, siyan?

Furthermore, I've noticed something. Siyan always, ALWAYS takes her photos with her head tilted to the left, keeping the right face in view. True, it is a wonderful trick for people with broad faces to look more chio, but unfortunately for Miss Siyan, all it did for her was to give her the simpering-and-permanently-surprised-look, as one of your eyebrows look thicker and higher than the other.

In a post on October 8, she says that she would stop blogging because of us 'pig' readers. Ohhh, I'm sooo scared. You write like a second grader. I do not see any signs of good English in your posts (no outstanding vocabulary, though I did spot some embarrassing grammar mistakes). Darling, if you write well, people would come and read it. You do NOT need to attract attention by describing your readers as pigs.

And you claim to be an outstanding blogger. So what? I have readers from Canada and other countries...and I'm only thirteen.

Readers from all over the world? Big deal. I think that the readers must've been blind, or go there just to make fun of her.

Ma cherie, fame comes with a price. Sometimes, you just have to take criticism. Not everyone will like your work. There is a term for it us writers like to use--it's called constructive criticism. You can't expect everyone to slide to your views and agree on everything you say. xiaxue has many of these before, and did she stop blogging? No. She didn't, and that resilience is what made her Singapore's no.1 blogger.

She says that xiaxue copied her smile. Consider this, you mental dequilent: Xiaxue created her blog in 2002 (or earlier). You? 2007, approximately 5 years later. 5 years ago, no one knows how the hell you look(and thank god, because the very image of your simpering face would burn their eyes out), so don't you think it should be the other way round?

P.S. About your post on Burma. We are talking about politics here, a very sensitive topic. Much remains to be seen from both sides. Aren't you being a little too critical in your judgement that people march in streets in their red shirts just to show off their knowledge? Idiot. How would you feel is you were working in U.S., then some unknown country bombs you and many were killed? Will you be leaping for joy? Chances are, you'll feel so constricted by emotion for your country, you'd want to protest. That is how people do it. It's got patriotism--unless you are trying to say you aren't patriotic...

If you have anything to comment on about today, I suggest you go to Iraq and have mustard gas fired at you (if I'm not wrong, it was used in World War I and causes skin blisters that can rot.Victims can go blind for a short period of time and suffer damage to their lungs and stomach which can last for years....).

Firstly, the honoured person who earns a place in my blog....will be none other then the idiot who threw his wallet INTENTIONALLY at my chest.

If you are squeamish about dealing with this and roll your eyes, I shall pour super glue in and make them stick in that position forever. I'm serious about the mustard gas.

All was fine and well during the English Speech and Drama private rehearsal, and the cast (namely me and a few specific persons, including that idiot...let's now call him a son of a harlot(SOAH)I know it's not nice to make assumptions about parent's choice of when to procreate, but anyway, let's continue.

So, SOAH threw the wallet, and it hit me. Yay for me. What's the first thing that comes to mind when an object, after making its trajectory across the room, hits your chest? The choice is obvious---go offensive or defensive. Naturally, in a fit of anger, I threw it back, hitting SOAH squarely in the chest. Then, he clammed it was unprovoked, therefore, throwing it back HARD and hitting me, squarely on a certain part of the female anatomy. (OK, fine, it sounds more procrative anyway, I might as well say chest.)

We then proceeded to have an argument, and he insulted my command of the English Language. Funny this, isn't it, coming from someone who apparently cannot type coherently in proper English and has not the faintest idea what 'onyx' means. Or how to spell 'enigma', for that matter. Or the meaning of 'erudite'.

If my English was that bad, I don't think I would be using such vocabulary. And it's hardly my fault you don't understand. The blind can't describe colours no matter how hard you shove the painting in front of their faces, just like how the ignorant cannot accept wisdom.

If there's one thing I really, really hate, it's insulting my work. I am a person of pride, I'll admit it. I take great pride in my literary works. So fuelled with raw emotion I was then, I had to focus on not using my knowledge of human cruelty so as to prevent another unfortunate case of manslaughter.

Then, for no reason at all, tears start coursing, and I'm left looking like an overemotional, insecure brat. Fan-tastic. Whoopie.

While all this drama was going on (no pun intended, well, it WAS the period where we were supposed to practise our Speech and Drama performance), the other team members were busy trying to stop the verbal onslaught and restore peace and order. Nevertheless, though I did finally shut up and return to smsing on my phone, asking my mother for the least expensive (but still not of low quality, I can't STAND low-quality stuff) bottle of sparkling juice. Somehow, that lone sms was never sent, as, in my fury, I deleted it.

The poor phone suffered later when I dropped it. Thankfully, it's been very resilient and haven't broken...yet. Enough about the phone. Let's continue.

Well, both parties did not apologize, and I just sat there, staring at nothing in particular and thinking about my next poem. How ungentlemanly of him. Well, he DID say he wasn't one, so I guess I'll degrade him from 'Man' to 'beast'. And by 'beast', I was thinking about that annoying lizard that was fried on electrical wires.

Isn't it funny how man could be such hypocrites? You say that one's English is not good enough, but consider yourself:Barely even able to understand even the most basics that constitute part of my vocabulary, you deem yourself 'superior'?

Please. You aren't that good. In fact, when I looked through your essay, it was way to rushed. The vocabulary used looked like it had been painstakingly gathered from a Guidebook to writing essays.


How....abysmal. Downright disconsolate. Such standards of abject poorness. *sighs in mock-sympathy*

Yes, I realise that by blogging it out and not saying it in your face will be deemed as being cowardly. But consider:

1)You have an extremely thick skull, and are somewhat deaf, so I suppose if I were to say this, you won't be able to understand as I talk quite fluently and quickly in English. Furthermore, I highly doubt any information goes into that thick skull of yours. Mayhaps it must've been so thick, it occupies most of your head, leaving little to no space for your brain. Unfortunately for you, God must have decided to be cruel and to give 80% of the brain devoted to being gargoyle and daily needs, such as the respiratory system and digestive system. The rest, sadly, isn't enough to cover your academic needs.

2)Face it. Your English STINKS. If I didn't type it out with proper spelling, I fear you would not have enough time to read at your leisure and flip the dictionary frantically. Poor little guy. Boo Hoo. Hey! I'm being considerate! You should thank me.

3) If we DID talk, it would escalate into ethics, which I decided to not let you suffer as I DO read the newspaper and thus have a very good idea how to argue a case.

DO note that I have been kind enough not to mention your name. Trust me, it was tempting, but I didn't. This will sound petty, but who cares, since I feel I highly deserve an apology, being hit in the chest. I might remove this if you do so, for it might tarnish your reputation.

If you are reading this, you know who you are. And other members of the ESD group will know too. Either we resolve this matter, and let the performance go smoothly, or it will sit here in the archives, an unerasable part of history. You make the choice. You can also choose not to respond, or insult me back, but now that I'm back to reading fanfiction, it is highly inadvisable unless you want my stilettos thrown at your head. It was provoked. In the case where you choose not to respond, I might also forget it along with the passage of time. Don't blame me, however, if one day you find a handmade voodoo doll, stuck with various pins and curses, with your name on it attached.

I shall not waste my time further, I'm off playing torture Chamber II. I cannot guarantee if I do imagine a specific person's head being attached on the victim.

Hi, I'm back(Obviously, or I won't be sitting here calmly and typing this).

Ah, weeks of examination lead to me being temporarily banned from the computer which = no blogging which thus leads to pent-up frustration. I apparently take a longer time to respond .

o.0

Now that I'm back, I strongly suggest you don't piss me off anytime soon or you'll find your name filled with insults of which the many twists and subtleties of the English Language manages to make it seem all the while more elegant.

Meanwhile, I've been trying to find a code that with have a box pop up before you can enter my blog and get the reader to accept the terms and conditions stated. However, it has been a futile attempt.

Anyway, I learnt something new today while reading fan fiction. Who said that writers aren't good in math?

A regular heptagon has seven sides, seven corners and fourteen diagonals. And that is all. Any more or less of one and it would no longer be a heptagon.

A diagonal is a line segment joining two nonadjacent sides of a polygon.

If Fujioka Haruhi was a side, Morinozuka Takashi would be to her left, and Hitachiin Kaoru would be to her right.

The angle of separation would be five-pi-on-seven, almost one-hundred-and-twenty-nine degrees.

There are tangents, of course, and room for constructs and extensions within.There are properties: specific angle sizes, specific measurements and formulae.There are limits.

In the heptagon of circum-radius one, as x approaches zero, y approaches one.

There are constraints.

There is no room for deviation.

The regular heptagon is not a constructable polygon, by conventional mathematical terms.

It requires a new method. It is complicated. Time consuming. It requires special equipment, extra fastidiousness. It requires concentration, creativity and the very desire to bother.

It is an anomaly.

Of the many polygons, it is lesser known.

-----God, I love this author. She has -amazingly- managed to squeeze all these mathematical facts and not bore me out. AND they relate to the story----------------


Well, readers, isn't this blog educational? Not only do you get to freeload off my vocabulary and enjoy me ranting (OK, perhaps not, but let's assume so) you learn math!

So if your English and Math improves dramatically, thank me.

Yeah, I know, there's really no need to mention that I'm a brilliant genius.9Just joking, do you think I'm that egoistic and egotistic?)

For those who say there isn't a difference between those two words, trust me. The spelling, though similar, actually has two very different meanings!

Check the dictionary yourselves if you want to know what it is. I'm to bloody lazy to copy and paste the definition.

Yeah, yeah, all it takes is two simple clicks, but clicks also need TIME to accomplish OK? Any further comment, and I'll promise I will cause a very....convenient situation where your soul hovers somewhere beyond the troposphere.

See? My English improved LOTS just by reading one measly fan fiction.....

Anyway, I've decided who I shall blog on (or what)

The honours goes to......

*drum roll*

English and DNT!

I love English. When it is taught in a fun way.

However, U currently do NOT appreciate the English teacher's methods of...giving homework.

WHO THE HELL WOULD GIVE A BLOODY JOURNAL OVER EXAMS?!

And it's not the easy journals that ask for your opinions. Oh no, it asks you to classify holidays and TV advertisements.

Great, now what can I write? *does a saccharine bimbo falsetto* Oh, I saw this Biore facial soap advertisement on television the other day, oh my god the model was like so totally gross, and her voice was like, can you say 'ew'?

Yeah right. That would have gone off really brilliantly.

Or I could say :*does a deep, masculine staccato* Chinese New Year nice leh, because got money to spend on my girlfriend. Also got school holiday, that one ah, shiok. Can spend time with gf and football. Also got Christmas, received PlayStation 2!

Yes, it would have been a true work of art.......NOT.

Speaking of art, Ireally have to rant about DNT 9and the teacher.).

Walao, I have already handed up my DNT project, he asks Gao Xiang to arrive with the namelist and inists upon the fact that I didn't hand up. Then, when I showed him the project with the card holder (on it I included my name and class, along with some legal jargon) He mutters something about not writingmy name properly and writing nonsense.

Excuse me, may I reccomment an eye specialist? Or perhaps it is beacause you cannot read? Is my command of English language that superior to yours?

May I recommend Morris Allen? It gives supplementary classes to primary schoolkids. Never mind that you will be the only adult sitting in the midst of all the little faces---a stark contrast I must say. Anyways, you can also learn when to use prual and singular verbs and correct that god-awful pronunciation.

First you asked us to be creative. So I simply designed a namecard and shoved it in the namecard holder attached to the project. (Why, you poor deprived mundugus, it's called MAKING USE OF YOUR STRENGTHS.) THEN he complains.

It's apparent he's contradicting himeself. First you ask us to be creative, I find a creative way to express myself in terms of linguistics, you pout like a dequilent. So you are just one of those SICKENING teachers who expect all their students to be cookie-cutter people and let their true self fade away in the monotony of expectations of our daily lives.

I just want to drill a hole in your irritating face and watch the tissues give way, and blood flowing freely. I've always wanted to have a test run on human biology. Now, if I have the heated styrofoam cutter, I'll conduct free plastic surgery on your ugly face. However, take note that if you get infections, don't look for me as I am not a qualified professional, furthermore, it was provoked.

I have further attacks in mind (Well, pent-up fustration and anger is NOT a good thing, apparently) but I shall not disclose it for fear of the secret intelligence on my heels.

And hereby, I conclude my rant---teachers suck. And so does the grand auditorium in the school. By 'Grand', one would expect air-conditioning with polished wooden frames and fine fabrics with golden ware. Unfortunately, all we get is a faulty microphone system, no air-conditioning with closed doors all round, and bright plastic faded chairs that looks like it has been there since World War II. Not to mention dirt-engrimed stone floors.