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.