My wonderful excuse to justify the two Fs I'm sure I'm going to receive.
Because Combined Humanities needed a spouse. It found History, and it was love at first sight. And now they are fabulously wed, in Las Vegas, no less.
At the last moment Tojo withdrew out of the race to give me a B (yes I won't even hope for an A), and sent Mister Chamberlain in his place. Chamberlain the fool.
Guess I'm not going to a foundational institution after all.
Or anywhere.
Might even fail my O's at this rate.
Oh wait, I will.
And I'll be the first person to do so in a couple of years then, oh woe.
I'm going to sleep this over. It'll be painful to spend this day in consciousness. I'll waken tomorrow and stab people senseless, that should do.
Thursday, August 21, 2008
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
hate hate hate hate hate
prelims.
the way it's going,if i rate my performance upon ten,in relation to what i want for the o's...
i'd get a -10000.
I've been coughing since the beginning of the prelims, and doing nothing about it. Maybe I'll do a Juushiro and my hair will turn white and I'll cough blood someday and get two swords and talk about waves being my shield and lightning being my blade. In any case aside from continuously coughing during the prelims and occasional shortness of breath as a consequence, I'm good and well, in whatever way 'good and well' doesn't mean 'scoring straight As' because my grades these past four years are about as good as Shikamaru's. I've only scored one A1 in my report book all my life here in Cedar, and that was in English last year.
Let's have a little breakdown shall we.
ENGLISH - Very manageable (and still my saving grace). A little too classic for my liking, but it should do.
HIGHER CHINESE - Not as manageable, but not dying.
ADDITIONAL MATHEMATICS - PAPER TWO - Expecting a B. It felt better than any A. Math test I'd ever taken before.
SCIENCE CHEMISTRY/BIOLOGY - PAPER FOUR - Remind me never to put all my eggs in one basket again. Though it wasn't that bad.
COMBINED HUMANITIES - SOCIAL STUDIES - Not getting a B. May pass but a B would be utopian.
SCIENCE CHEMISTRY/BIOLOGY - PAPER THREE - Remarkably easy for a maths paper, but I wouldn't bank on it too much owing to Biology.
COMBINED HUMANITIES - GEOGRAPHY ELECTIVE - Caused me to give up hope of counting Combined Humanities in my L1R5.
ELEMENTARY MATHEMATICS - PAPER ONE - Good good. I knew almost everything, the only problem was there was no time.
ADDITIONAL MATHEMATICS - PAPER ONE - Sickening. The questions were miraculously harder than Paper Two.
HISTORY - SOUTHEAST ASIAN HISTORY - Laughable. Will pass, but not with a B. Must count on Modern World History for backup. Serious backup needed.
What remains...
ELEMENTARY MATHEMATICS - PAPER TWO (Which I don't expect to be too much to handle.)
HISTORY - MODERN WORLD HISTORY (HAIL JAPAN!!!)
ENGLISH - O-LEVEL ORAL (which I plan to pass, flanked by much キラキラ)
SCIENCE BIOLOGY/CHEMISTRY - PAPER ONE (MCQ. Easy pickings.)
SCIENCE BIOLOGY/CHEMISTRY - PAPER FIVE (Practical. HEATING! SCALPELS! OHNOESSSSSsss!!!!!!!!111)
(If you're wondering why I don't have a Paper Two for Science, it's for Physics students, and I don't take Physics.)
But yes.
I want to retch.
On a separate note about the Beijing Olympics, having gotten past the whole ZOMG KOHEI-KUN! madness, I wasn't at all surprised at Lin Miaoke's lipsynching. Stretching your facial muscles like that and trying to sing at the same time is potentially bad for your health. Just look at the Earl of Millennium from D. Gray-Man. He smiles so much that I don't even know what the inside of his mouth (which is the size of roughly 75% of his face) looks like. He smiles so much he talks through his teeth. And his voice isn't exactly the clearest thing on Earth. If you smile that much I don't think it's possible to enunciate your words, or even to project your voice far enough to reach.. wherever your microphone is.
the way it's going,if i rate my performance upon ten,in relation to what i want for the o's...
i'd get a -10000.
I've been coughing since the beginning of the prelims, and doing nothing about it. Maybe I'll do a Juushiro and my hair will turn white and I'll cough blood someday and get two swords and talk about waves being my shield and lightning being my blade. In any case aside from continuously coughing during the prelims and occasional shortness of breath as a consequence, I'm good and well, in whatever way 'good and well' doesn't mean 'scoring straight As' because my grades these past four years are about as good as Shikamaru's. I've only scored one A1 in my report book all my life here in Cedar, and that was in English last year.
Let's have a little breakdown shall we.
ENGLISH - Very manageable (and still my saving grace). A little too classic for my liking, but it should do.
HIGHER CHINESE - Not as manageable, but not dying.
ADDITIONAL MATHEMATICS - PAPER TWO - Expecting a B. It felt better than any A. Math test I'd ever taken before.
SCIENCE CHEMISTRY/BIOLOGY - PAPER FOUR - Remind me never to put all my eggs in one basket again. Though it wasn't that bad.
COMBINED HUMANITIES - SOCIAL STUDIES - Not getting a B. May pass but a B would be utopian.
SCIENCE CHEMISTRY/BIOLOGY - PAPER THREE - Remarkably easy for a maths paper, but I wouldn't bank on it too much owing to Biology.
COMBINED HUMANITIES - GEOGRAPHY ELECTIVE - Caused me to give up hope of counting Combined Humanities in my L1R5.
ELEMENTARY MATHEMATICS - PAPER ONE - Good good. I knew almost everything, the only problem was there was no time.
ADDITIONAL MATHEMATICS - PAPER ONE - Sickening. The questions were miraculously harder than Paper Two.
HISTORY - SOUTHEAST ASIAN HISTORY - Laughable. Will pass, but not with a B. Must count on Modern World History for backup. Serious backup needed.
What remains...
ELEMENTARY MATHEMATICS - PAPER TWO (Which I don't expect to be too much to handle.)
HISTORY - MODERN WORLD HISTORY (HAIL JAPAN!!!)
ENGLISH - O-LEVEL ORAL (which I plan to pass, flanked by much キラキラ)
SCIENCE BIOLOGY/CHEMISTRY - PAPER ONE (MCQ. Easy pickings.)
SCIENCE BIOLOGY/CHEMISTRY - PAPER FIVE (Practical. HEATING! SCALPELS! OHNOESSSSSsss!!!!!!!!111)
(If you're wondering why I don't have a Paper Two for Science, it's for Physics students, and I don't take Physics.)
But yes.
I want to retch.
On a separate note about the Beijing Olympics, having gotten past the whole ZOMG KOHEI-KUN! madness, I wasn't at all surprised at Lin Miaoke's lipsynching. Stretching your facial muscles like that and trying to sing at the same time is potentially bad for your health. Just look at the Earl of Millennium from D. Gray-Man. He smiles so much that I don't even know what the inside of his mouth (which is the size of roughly 75% of his face) looks like. He smiles so much he talks through his teeth. And his voice isn't exactly the clearest thing on Earth. If you smile that much I don't think it's possible to enunciate your words, or even to project your voice far enough to reach.. wherever your microphone is.
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
PREEEEEEEEELIMSSSSSSSSSSSSS
are very painful things that make you wake up in positions you swore you weren't in when you went to sleep that give you cramps in your neck/shoulder joints and your leg and those disgusting red marks on your hand that you get from speedpotion/chicken essence overdose.
MONDAY I learned the Phantom Of The Opera. My fingers will loathe this. I don't know which is worse - My Will or Phantom Of The Opera? *sigh* I liked The Godfather and The Sound Of Music... At least I could watch female foil fencing. When the camera panned across the audience I saw a woman picking her husband's ear and extracting something from it, as he opened his mouth and silently screamed in pain. Best Olympic moment, I tell you. The next best moment would be the one where one of the Italian fencers (Trillini? Idk.) tried to lunge and went down on the floor in a near-split position in an attempt to thrust her foil at her
TUESDAY English 8DDDDD The best way to start a painful prelim exam season. DDDDDDDDD8
There were five questions to choose from for Section One in the first English paper. I chose the one-word topic (Mercy. Because someone was obviously eating chocolates when s/he came up with this one). Again. And I wrote about organised crime. Again. Except this time it was about the runners, and it ends on this very predictable note. It's not a cliche I guess but the moment (whoever the invigilator is) reads it,s/he'll know everything that follows. I didn't think right then, perhaps I should have written something more like Death-Note-For-Doctors.
Section Two was about writing a proposal to the principal to tell him/her where the Secondary Fours should go on an excursion. It was boring with a capital B, but at least I made myself write to another Noah (Mr. Tyki Mikk. The last time I wrote a proposal it was to a Mr. Rhode Camelot [because no one would believe in the normal world that a person called Rhode could be a girl].) and set the secondary school as Mana Itu Secondary School. ("Mana itu" is Malay for "where is this place".)
My speedpotion worked decently well all through to the end of Paper Two (GM food appeared as the subject matter for comprehension for the second time this year. It was painful.), after which I went for lunch.
ZOMG MALE ARTISTIC GYMNASTICS *fangirls over Japanese male gymnasts*
WEDNESDAY Stood at morning assembly position. Started talking to my classmate Cherie about ytd's male gymnastics. Suddenly people in front and behind me join in and we have a brief fangirl moment. Happiness.
Chinese was hell. No let me rephrase that. It was h.ELL . (Because you have to have a high contrast between the letters to show the extremity of the situation.) It's likely I'll pass. But not well. Not well at all.
Chinese was so horrible that when I went for lunch at KFC and tried to fill my cup with 7up from the soda fountain the first lot of it flowed off the rims of the cup onto my hand and the floor below. The next lot of it went in before spilling over. And after about four times of this idiocy I decided I'd embarrassed myself enough.
Yes I'd forgotten how to fill a cup. Now you know the extremity of the situation.
Maths tuition went well. Nothing more.
THURSDAY Additional Maths went decently well. The most I'll get is a B, but no one said I couldn't do my best. I finished all that I could about fifteen minutes before the end. Then I tried to scrounge for marks before I felt enough was enough. In any case I need four Bs and two Cs, so it shouldn't be too hard to get there.
I had another speedpotion above the one I took this morning. It doesn't work half as well as if you take one a day. Ah well.
My performance in Science(Biology) Paper Four is a shining testament to the old adage "Don't put all your eggs in one basket." Because I did. And I ended up answering many of my questions with my general knowledge instead of my Biology knowledge. To quote my ex-Biology teacher Mrs Chaiw, I 'ought to be shot and thrown into the deep blue sea'.
I think I'm sick. But the speedpotions don't seem to let me feel that. I was coughing and sneezing throughout today, but I don't feel horrible except for the occasional migraine, usually on the left brain.
It's Iman's birthday.
...
she still looks like a child. Sort of.
Going off. To study for Social Studies. And stuff.
>_____________< this needs to enddddddddddddd
MONDAY I learned the Phantom Of The Opera. My fingers will loathe this. I don't know which is worse - My Will or Phantom Of The Opera? *sigh* I liked The Godfather and The Sound Of Music... At least I could watch female foil fencing. When the camera panned across the audience I saw a woman picking her husband's ear and extracting something from it, as he opened his mouth and silently screamed in pain. Best Olympic moment, I tell you. The next best moment would be the one where one of the Italian fencers (Trillini? Idk.) tried to lunge and went down on the floor in a near-split position in an attempt to thrust her foil at her
TUESDAY English 8DDDDD The best way to start a painful prelim exam season. DDDDDDDDD8
There were five questions to choose from for Section One in the first English paper. I chose the one-word topic (Mercy. Because someone was obviously eating chocolates when s/he came up with this one). Again. And I wrote about organised crime. Again. Except this time it was about the runners, and it ends on this very predictable note. It's not a cliche I guess but the moment (whoever the invigilator is) reads it,s/he'll know everything that follows. I didn't think right then, perhaps I should have written something more like Death-Note-For-Doctors.
Section Two was about writing a proposal to the principal to tell him/her where the Secondary Fours should go on an excursion. It was boring with a capital B, but at least I made myself write to another Noah (Mr. Tyki Mikk. The last time I wrote a proposal it was to a Mr. Rhode Camelot [because no one would believe in the normal world that a person called Rhode could be a girl].) and set the secondary school as Mana Itu Secondary School. ("Mana itu" is Malay for "where is this place".)
My speedpotion worked decently well all through to the end of Paper Two (GM food appeared as the subject matter for comprehension for the second time this year. It was painful.), after which I went for lunch.
ZOMG MALE ARTISTIC GYMNASTICS *fangirls over Japanese male gymnasts*
WEDNESDAY Stood at morning assembly position. Started talking to my classmate Cherie about ytd's male gymnastics. Suddenly people in front and behind me join in and we have a brief fangirl moment. Happiness.
Chinese was hell. No let me rephrase that. It was h.ELL . (Because you have to have a high contrast between the letters to show the extremity of the situation.) It's likely I'll pass. But not well. Not well at all.
Chinese was so horrible that when I went for lunch at KFC and tried to fill my cup with 7up from the soda fountain the first lot of it flowed off the rims of the cup onto my hand and the floor below. The next lot of it went in before spilling over. And after about four times of this idiocy I decided I'd embarrassed myself enough.
Yes I'd forgotten how to fill a cup. Now you know the extremity of the situation.
Maths tuition went well. Nothing more.
THURSDAY Additional Maths went decently well. The most I'll get is a B, but no one said I couldn't do my best. I finished all that I could about fifteen minutes before the end. Then I tried to scrounge for marks before I felt enough was enough. In any case I need four Bs and two Cs, so it shouldn't be too hard to get there.
I had another speedpotion above the one I took this morning. It doesn't work half as well as if you take one a day. Ah well.
My performance in Science(Biology) Paper Four is a shining testament to the old adage "Don't put all your eggs in one basket." Because I did. And I ended up answering many of my questions with my general knowledge instead of my Biology knowledge. To quote my ex-Biology teacher Mrs Chaiw, I 'ought to be shot and thrown into the deep blue sea'.
I think I'm sick. But the speedpotions don't seem to let me feel that. I was coughing and sneezing throughout today, but I don't feel horrible except for the occasional migraine, usually on the left brain.
It's Iman's birthday.
...
she still looks like a child. Sort of.
Going off. To study for Social Studies. And stuff.
>_____________< this needs to enddddddddddddd
Tuesday, August 5, 2008
The Mr. Sng Vampire Bet Fiasco. Thing.
Over yesterday and the day before I'd wondered how on Earth Mr. Sng could have found my essay 'vampirish' (see last post). So, in an attempt to gain a further understanding, I decided to ask him. With a proper answer.
Why did I emphasise "with a proper answer"? Simple. Mr. Sng's method of answering questions is standard.
EXAMPLE ONE.
Random Person: "Hey Mr. Sng, why is (for example) football played with the foot?" (I asked him this before.)
Mr. Sng: "Well, to answer that, you have to go back to the game's history. How it was discovered or invented, how the rules of the game were developed, and so on. It is likely that you will find your answer there."
EXAMPLE TWO.
Random Person: "Why do we have to (for example) dress like six-year-olds?!"
Mr. Sng: (laughs and does whatever he does next)
THUS with this glorious record of answering questions in this simple and hassle-free way, and my lack of a hard/softcopy, I began to seek Answers.
Then. Enter Prisia.
"I bet you two dollars that by the end of the school day, specifically, Biology remedial, you won't get a direct answer from him. Or an answer at all. Sabotage allowed."
And so the game was on. I'd get my answer, and two dollars. Sweet ^^.
So I spent the day making plans. At Mass Dance Prisia told me that she'd gotten to him and told him not to answer any stupid questions that I posed. I screamed. In the I-want-to-scream-really-loud-but-we're-in-the-middle-of-something-figures-you-get-the-point type way. And she smiled. And that was when the real action started.
I got two sheets of blank paper from the bookshop. And just before Chinese I ran down to Tereza and asked her if she could print a copy of my composition. She said she'd try, and I went off for Chinese.
I returned after Chinese. The library refused to let her use the printer. Oh joy, I was dead and gone. Two dollars... T^T
But there was no Biology remedial, so I celebrated for a while. The deadline was moved to 4.30.
And then I found out, since there was a teachers' meeting which ended at 4.30, there was no way I could win anyway. So there I had it. I'd lost.
But since my original intentions were still there, I placed this email to Mr. Sng.
To Mr Sng:
This is Faith. I'd like to ask for an explanation to one of your comments on the recently returned personal recounts, specifically, about my composition being 'very gothic and vampirish'. While I could understand immediately the first adjective, I failed to comprehend how the composition was, in any way, 'vampirish'. It is for this reason that I wish to seek a second opinion, that of your own, as my attempts to ask Iman for a rational explanation have ended in great futility, mainly because she went into a state of delirium while reading the passage.
The cryptic nature of the final word in your comment has left my person guessing and questioning the possibilities, and it will not be until I find the answer that I may be assured of the nature of that my work. (TYPO OHNOES)
Do reply posthaste.
Thank you.
With all due respect,
Faith Sim Jia Rui
4Z
PS. If you need the composition, the corrected version is on http://tsukiyomi-no-arashi.blogspot.com (from the 33rd/34th line of the body of the most recent post.)
Then I paid Prisia her two dollars. The Game was over.
"So you're not going to resist? Or ask him in person?"
"Yup."
"What *was* your plan as to Mr. Sng anyway?"
"Just, well, ask him. *childish smile*"
She returned me the two dollars. Apparently she was looking forward to some form of sabotage, emotional manipulation, anything for the answer. Because that would have made it fair. But no, I didn't.
"Wow, I don't know who is more manipulative with that one. Of course that never would have worked if you didn't have a sense of fair play about you that she could take advantage of." - Person On Gaia Who Read About This.
Part of me smiles and says that I'd won the game within the game. Another part just wanted the answer, no tricks or anything. All of me is happy I kept my two dollars. XD
THE NEXT DAAAY.
Mr. Sng comes up to me during English.
"What don't you understand?"
"Well, it didn't seem vampirish to me."
"So it's not about vampires? The whole 'made men' thing?"
"...no..."
"Then what's it about?"
"...the mafia. *contented smile*"
(http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Made_man)
And so it was solved.
... that was seriously funny.
Why did I emphasise "with a proper answer"? Simple. Mr. Sng's method of answering questions is standard.
EXAMPLE ONE.
Random Person: "Hey Mr. Sng, why is (for example) football played with the foot?" (I asked him this before.)
Mr. Sng: "Well, to answer that, you have to go back to the game's history. How it was discovered or invented, how the rules of the game were developed, and so on. It is likely that you will find your answer there."
EXAMPLE TWO.
Random Person: "Why do we have to (for example) dress like six-year-olds?!"
Mr. Sng: (laughs and does whatever he does next)
THUS with this glorious record of answering questions in this simple and hassle-free way, and my lack of a hard/softcopy, I began to seek Answers.
Then. Enter Prisia.
"I bet you two dollars that by the end of the school day, specifically, Biology remedial, you won't get a direct answer from him. Or an answer at all. Sabotage allowed."
And so the game was on. I'd get my answer, and two dollars. Sweet ^^.
So I spent the day making plans. At Mass Dance Prisia told me that she'd gotten to him and told him not to answer any stupid questions that I posed. I screamed. In the I-want-to-scream-really-loud-but-we're-in-the-middle-of-something-figures-you-get-the-point type way. And she smiled. And that was when the real action started.
I got two sheets of blank paper from the bookshop. And just before Chinese I ran down to Tereza and asked her if she could print a copy of my composition. She said she'd try, and I went off for Chinese.
I returned after Chinese. The library refused to let her use the printer. Oh joy, I was dead and gone. Two dollars... T^T
But there was no Biology remedial, so I celebrated for a while. The deadline was moved to 4.30.
And then I found out, since there was a teachers' meeting which ended at 4.30, there was no way I could win anyway. So there I had it. I'd lost.
But since my original intentions were still there, I placed this email to Mr. Sng.
To Mr Sng:
This is Faith. I'd like to ask for an explanation to one of your comments on the recently returned personal recounts, specifically, about my composition being 'very gothic and vampirish'. While I could understand immediately the first adjective, I failed to comprehend how the composition was, in any way, 'vampirish'. It is for this reason that I wish to seek a second opinion, that of your own, as my attempts to ask Iman for a rational explanation have ended in great futility, mainly because she went into a state of delirium while reading the passage.
The cryptic nature of the final word in your comment has left my person guessing and questioning the possibilities, and it will not be until I find the answer that I may be assured of the nature of that my work. (TYPO OHNOES)
Do reply posthaste.
Thank you.
With all due respect,
Faith Sim Jia Rui
4Z
PS. If you need the composition, the corrected version is on http://tsukiyomi-no-arashi.blogspot.com (from the 33rd/34th line of the body of the most recent post.)
Then I paid Prisia her two dollars. The Game was over.
"So you're not going to resist? Or ask him in person?"
"Yup."
"What *was* your plan as to Mr. Sng anyway?"
"Just, well, ask him. *childish smile*"
She returned me the two dollars. Apparently she was looking forward to some form of sabotage, emotional manipulation, anything for the answer. Because that would have made it fair. But no, I didn't.
"Wow, I don't know who is more manipulative with that one. Of course that never would have worked if you didn't have a sense of fair play about you that she could take advantage of." - Person On Gaia Who Read About This.
Part of me smiles and says that I'd won the game within the game. Another part just wanted the answer, no tricks or anything. All of me is happy I kept my two dollars. XD
THE NEXT DAAAY.
Mr. Sng comes up to me during English.
"What don't you understand?"
"Well, it didn't seem vampirish to me."
"So it's not about vampires? The whole 'made men' thing?"
"...no..."
"Then what's it about?"
"...the mafia. *contented smile*"
(http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Made_man)
And so it was solved.
... that was seriously funny.
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