Thursday, May 03, 2007
Urgh, Argh, Orgh.
It is with trepidation that I announce to the world that I'm a terrible essay writer. I can't argue 2 sides of a coin for nuts. Ya, ya, I know, I get high marks, but that's not the point la. Anybody can score if you plonk the occasional cheem word and the occasional statistic in. Of course, you must plonk intelligently, and with skill. (*squirms around* die la, I tell everybody my secret alr.) Anyway, my point is, don't read my essays!!!! I will feel embarrassed, seriously. So when Mr Tong asked me to type one of my essays out today...I was, how should I put this?? Shocked, uncomfortable, honored, dismayed. But you can't possibly say NO! to your GP teacher who also happens to be the DM of the school...so here I am, on the computer at such an ungodly hour to type out my essay. It's a science and tech essay...which I tore out my hair over, cos I didn't know what the heck I was putting down on the paper but for which Mr Tong gave me good marks for. Oh my lard. As I was carrying out his request, I was absolutely flabbergasted at the things I wrote. I went "OMG. I can't believe I wrote that line of rubbish." more than once, I can tell you. I can't begin to imagine the amount of skin that Mr William Shakespeare had. I bet he'd look back at some of the prose he penned and go "THAT SO WASN'T WRITTEN BY ME."
On a lighter note, I have seen the mood thingys some people put on their blog la...and find it rather amusing. Mine should read: "State of hair: bell curve" Aiya my hair reflects my mood la right. Good hair days would coincide with me being extremely tired.
Oh then there's the funny 2nd storey people who take lifts. Never for the life of me will I begin to phantom why the heck they don't take the bliddy stairs. It's only 2 flights, for goodness' sake. Take for example the perm-haired auntie I took the lift with. She was SO not embarrassed at the fact that she's taking the lift to the 2nd floor la. Happily stick out one fat finger and prodded the seldom-used '2' button with such aplomb, I thought I was in a Channel 8 drama. For the more unobservant readers of my blog, please scroll back up and look for the word "fat" in this particular paragraph. HEH. That's what happens to the very lazy. If she'd just move that um, package of hers up the steps everyday, she'd be as thin as a stick in no time. I mean, it's not like she was carrying anything heavy la...that I can understand you know?? But! The heaviest item she was carrying was an envelope. -.-" (besides her bulk la) Come on!! 32 steps only!! Other people who live on the 16th floor have to climb 98723476 steps when the lift breaks down, and you can't even haul that body up 32?!?!?!?!?! OH, the SHAME!!!!!
9:46 PM
;and the DODO has the final say.
