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You left out meese, Aletheia! D;

We should put it above the chalkboard or something, so the teacher would have to look at it instead of us. And feel "happy". Happy enough to give us early recess or something like that, don't you think?

I must record my class decoration ideas, though:
1. Rhino horn-cum-clothes-hook
2. Cobweb and spider near dustbin?
3. Trail of ants silhouettes 'walking' on a ledge running along my/Sicheng's side of the classroom, to a cake at one end?

Our nest and bird is up! I think it looks pretty.

Post 123! Because we all need a bob/moo/reepicheep to perk us up :D

Smile! :D Because it makes you happy.

There. Now you look happier than this darling creature.

(speaking of that, we should make one of these to put above our whiteboard.)

I had a really épouvantable dream last night :/

Partly because it's a dream? I rarely dream - like, once or twice or thrice a year.

It was a weird mix of organizing things with ak people, the flatworms in the sex video, a number of Fairytopia-esque creatures/characters (movies now being played over and over and over again- I have a sister), what's love?, a treasure-maze thingum, males being deceived by a creature that has evolved to deceive males (she actually was really sweet - I think.), and the excitement-frustration-nothing-is-working-the-way-I-should-but-ohwell! feeling.

Heh.
Actually, it was surprisingly well-planned! As in, it made sense. With a plot! Plus pretty decent characterization, with multi-dimensional characters. And a beginning-risingaction-climax thing. Then the alarm rang, and I went back to sleep, and there was a small twist, and then I had to wake up again, and then I tripped down the stairs. (It's still a red-blue! Not yet blue-black. :D)

I was tired today.

links!

1. Let's email this to every Chinese teacher. But technically, even though it may not necessary to learn Chinese, it would definitely be an advantage.
2. If you haven't read the article that Ms Chan posted about Why Chinese Moms are Superior, read that, this read this.
3. And then, most importantly of course, please comment on our video because I'm desperate that way (and because we need a screenshot of comments).
   

Essays bring out the worst in us

[rant]
I am currently extremely annoyed with myself. Since we have not been writing narrative much, my narrative essay writing ability (which was barely there to begin with) has diminished such that I am unable to write a narrative essay. I read what I have written so far and I'm just... I can't do it. It doesn't even sound narrative. My last year's essay was already horrible, but this year... Ugh. My exposition's not any better. I have no voice at all, for one. English, I know we have never been close, but why do you do this to me?
[/ramt]

On a completely irrelevant note, I noticed that my legs aren't evenly dry and crackly and crocodile-skinned. This portion of my legs is completely non-dry and smooth-ish and like a normal person's while this section is well, moisture-stared. (Even though I slather on the lotion - Sicheng you can't complain.) And it's not patches of dry and non-dry skin, it's a straight line neatly dividing my skin. Why? How does it work? Why is it so weird?

Oh, and here is your link for the day. Only one request: comment on it. We're submitting a report thing for some competition, and we're including a screenshot of the comments and currently we have no comments, so...

(Stupid commonwealth essay. Stupid stupid stupid.)

My highlighter is in an anticlimax state

Peacefully sleeping in the pencil case, it has not seen light for a while, always being substituted by zigs.

I don't even read my SS notes carefully enough to pick out sentences worth highlighting.

TIRED. D:

I miss Links Of The -

What is the acronym again anyway? Also, what that article means and implies is rather frightening.

The Commonwealth essay has made me realise that my writing capability (?) is very limited. I can only write certain types of essays that's somewhat decent. And therefore... I love you Math.

Er.. Actually, I'm not sure if I ever owned a highlighter in the first place.

Just random yellow markers. Which are to zigs what leprechaun gold is to the Singapore dollar.

Somehow, I came to the half-conclusion that I was emo-ing, then realized that really, I wasn't emo-ing, just being confused! (Eh maybe that Ima girl was right.) And I have no right and no desire and no will and too much thinking to emo. We shall all be happy, yes?

Still tired, though. Stupid (but necessary and maybe good and part of me) sense of obligation.

Heh. Maybe someday in the future we shall all be mated and match according to our genes! I don't know what to think about that. Wheee

My highlighter was stolen

by my friend, so now I'm only left with Zigs. And zigs are to highlighters as the Singapore dollar is to the Chinese dollar. (I'm sorry. I don't feel like thinking of better analogies now.)

I'm sleepy. And I don't want to do math. And I have guitar assessment tomorrow, and I've brought my guitar home to practise, but I won't have time anyway. I feel depressed, I think.

It's the third week. Let's begin a countdown till the first week of holidays-which-aren't-really-holidays.

I love my flute :D (and air. and am tired. ><)

I don't really see the point of highlighting, actually. One highlights, I suppose, to make a sentence stand out, as it's the sole important point of the whole essay. Which really, makes no sense. It's like eating only the tamago in the tamago sushi. (I like tamago sushi.) Like how you can't really say everything is light, because darkness has to exist for you to use the word light in the first place.

Ohoh (this is, once again, Excessive Thinking (which has, on another note, been discovered to not work out that well in the end) ) you know how in story books and movies and Inspirational Tales and chatter and essays, it's always beginning-risingaction-climax-settlingdown-happyending? Well, being the very-lucky-born-in-Singapore-to-not-poor-parents-receiving-quality-education-has-computers-and-internet-access us, we don't really have much of a risingaction-climax thing. The greatest challenge we face is trying to keep up with homework, or meeting expectations. Which really, compared to fighting-for-your-basic-human-rights, is .. heh. pthh. (You can highlight this part! -) Does not having that mean that we won't have the happyending? (-endhighlight) Or just that we won't have the overcame-challenges-happyending, just the led-a-good-peaceful-life-happyending. I've never heard of the latter, actually, or is it just so common (hopefully?) or boring (gah) that no one talks about it? Or, maybe the challenges we meet are actually as hard (for us?) to climb over. (I wonder who actually met the self-actualization triangle is Maslow's hierachy.) Or, maybe our challenge is getting over the lack of a big one ><

I am now happy. Because my long silver sound-reveberating cylinder. I realized that if you pick up your instrument a lot, you'll find yourself picking it up more. (Because you sound prettier/boomier/articulate and want to sound even more like that.) Of course, it works in reverse as well. :D

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Actually, there was a sentence that I once wanted to highlight in our SS readings. Thomas Moore, "be contented with so much liberty against other men, as he would allow other men against himself." Because it made sense. But I couldn't find my highlighter.

The highlighter is mightier than the sword.

So, today, I was re-reading my SS notes because I didn't know where I had stopped before because I didn't highlight when reading it for the first time, so I couldn't keep track of how far I'd read. That's the only point of highlighting anyway. That, and because it allows you to forgive yourself when you forget what you've been reading about immediately afterward as there is concrete evidence of you having read it (i.e. highlighting).

(If you think about it, reading and/or highlighting such notes are pointless anyway. They don't tell you anything, and you forget what's the previous sentence is trying to say once you move on to the next. Do I make sense?)

And then, I came across a sentence that I had bracketed - "[A consciousness of an innate vulnerability has promoted a culture of competitiveness through which Singapore has excelled.]" - and added a 'you don't say' behind.

Glad to know that that sentence had previously made sense to me. And I was feeling sardonic enough to comment on it.

At the very least, I know that I've read that bit before.

It's only the second week

And I'm tired shit. Bleh.

zzz...

You can take afternoon naps. It's just that I usually don't take naps, because I can't seem to take naps? At least when I was younger and not-so-sleepy, I tried but usually failed because I'd be too restless and not actually tired enough for a nap. And hence I never got into the habit. But I suppose I haven't tried it when I'm tired, so perhaps that'll work.

On another not-completely-irrelevant note, as I was typing the title, I was wondering why snoring was always depicted as 'z's. I mean, snoring sounds like extended snorting, right? (At least it does to me.) It doesn't sound like someone saying 'zaaaaaaad' or 'zeeeeeee', depending on how you pronounce it. It doesn't really sound like the pronunciation of the consonant itself - the buzzing. (At least, my dad doesn't snore like that.) 'Zzz...' are obviously more suited to bees.

(If you snore like 'zzz...', well, you wouldn't know it anyway.) And I used many more brackets and hyphens today. Oh dear.

oh we're not supposed to be taking naps?

Because I've been taking naps, not just almost taking :O That being said I admit I have not studied let alone actually finished all my homework carried forward from last week, but hey, enjoy now while it lasts.

You are no longer fat.

Because I'm back! I did not abandon this blog; I was merely on an extended leave which all three of us have taken at some point in time of this blog-life. It's only because you two were (relatively) actively posting that it seems as if I have abandoned this blog.

As proof of my non-abandonment, I ate maltesers today. They were old and had been curled up in the fridge for ages without the warmth of someone's tummy where it rightfully belonged, but nevertheless, tasty and addictive.

And today, I'm feeling... as if there's something not quite right. Is there an adjective for this? I'm supposed to be busy! But there's nothing for me to do. I ate biscuits out of boredom. I almost took an afternoon nap! Now, isn't that an incredible concept?

I'm feeling proud of myself now. I've only used one set of brackets and one hyphen for this post. Yippee!

Since Sandra abandoned us we shall make do with her absence

Now a bag of maltesers will not be shared among 3 people, but only 2, leave the 2 sad malteser-eating people overloaded with excess calories. Being unable to burn off them as these 2 sad malteser-eating-now-fat people are in performing arts ccas, aka stand-or-sit-with-practically-no-exercise, these 2 people will become even sadder and fatter.

(Not that Aletheia is fat)

And this is how we'll successfully make do with Sandra's absence.

Tomorrow, we'll be the eleventh class of class eleven.

It's been.. 5? days since the two-in-one-day post! And it's already 2011. And school's starting tomorrow.

I'm looking forward to it, I think. More of a peeping forward, because it's kind of a don't-want-to-tell-others  feeling, but yet not a denial-shhh feeling. Holidays have been good, and rather peaceful (I got to read a bit (less than I wanted too, but I suppose that's good), bake (quite) a bit, swim a (very little) bit, climb a (even littler) bit, and sew bunnies while watching some Khan Academy video that I bookmarked during the EYAs. while thinking.)
School's.. busier. More things, more people, more stuff. I'd rather busy to dull. (Go on, blame that on the perhaps-misguided adventure-seeking tireless self-pleasure-seeking hormone-induced thoughts-feelings-desires of youth.)

I need to use less brackets. And hyphens. ("In most writing, overuse of parentheses is usually a sign of a badly structured text.")

This year, I want to be nicer, because I don't think I was that nice this last year. Not saccharinely so, of course. And less full-out sarcasm, and more approachable-ness. Doing well study-wise would be a plus (ahh Os), as would equal busyness, and nice books, and nicer friends, and a GWH (SYF!), and surviving CmPS.

Ohhh. I almost forgot this ><
In 2011, I want to be happy.

Also (this is not an afterthought, though, this is important) , thank you. thankyouthankyouthankyou. I've been unbelievably lucky being so happy, and any unhappiness just made the happier better.
So thank you. All of you. Even that little electron in the corner that made my hair static-y.