Saturday, September 17, 2005
Yes, I know I shouldn't be here, I know very well I should be mugging.But---
Sandy: NO BUTS!
Shut up, or you risk being called Ali.
I was saying, I had been out the whole of today. And thus I'm feeling tired and doesn't have any energy left for making any notes, let alone study.
Sandy: What excuse. You shouldn't be going out in the first place. And if you have the energy to blog, why won't you have the energy to write?!
Alright. Sandy will be called Ali from now until she knows how not to interrupt when I'm speaking. People, meet my friend, Ali.
Anyway, Priscilla's imaginary friend is Sunny. Sokmui can't make up her mind what to name hers. She's still choosing between Sadistic and Suckerly. (what crap...) Although I seriously prefer Sadistic, it really suits her, don't you think? Haha.
I was going to blog some lame stuff using the pictures of the two **** **** I took today. (kept secret because at the time I'm blogging, those are actually birthday presents which have not been given out yet) And because showing the pictures will thus spoil the surprise, if any, that is due to the receivers, I've decided not to blog about it yet. Lol. Sorry to disappoint you Anson, but you shall have to wait. Haha.
Ali is complaining about his name, he says he prefers Sandy. Lol.
Is this the stress from the exams? Why did I came up with Sandy/Ali??!!
Lol. Weird enough though, I still don't feel the exams panic I should have gotten some 7864512613 days ago. Okay, to be honest, I never did in my life. Except maybe half an hour before the A Maths test or the Chemistry test. Nono, I should start using the holy word, exams.
Sorry people. I realise I keep mentioning the word EXAMS, thus causing you people to be constantly reminded of the horrendous, horrible, freaking EXAMS, and thus feel the constant dread called the EXAMS whenever you come across the word EXAMS in my blog. Okok, I shall stop mentioning the word EXAMS. I shall use another phrase in place of EXAMS. EXAMS will be called
It-whose-name-must-not-be-mentioned
In short, IWNMNBM. But that's still too long. So I shall name it
The-holy-thing
In short, THT. This reminds me of TET, the literature piece that we're going to be tested on for 5 chapters. Academic. So I shall change the name again to
Holy-thing
In short, HT. Alright.
We have 8 working days to HT. Ooops, I'm sorry, I just had to remind you how short a time span we have before we all start panicking when we enter the HT hall.
I was having crazy thoughts.
Imagine you're sitting in front of the table, preparing to take the A Maths HT. The teacher passes down the dreaded piece of log and surds and indices. You got your piece, and you read the instructions. Your vision started to blur, you start to feel nervous, so nervous that you're crying. You know you're going to fail.
The teacher says to flip over the paper. You read the first question. You realise you know the solution, you jump for joy, literally, and shouted "Yipee!". The whole class turned to stare at you, the teacher looked stunned. You realise you aren't supposed to make any noise during an HT. And because you did,
you're disqualified. You get a 0 for a test which you would have gotten at least 1 because you knew how to solve the first question.
OR
The teacher says to flip over the paper. You read the first question. You realise you don't know the solution. You skipped the first question and read the second question. You realise you don't know the solution too. Desperately, you searched for any question that you might have a chance of knowing the solution. To your dismay, you find none.
You get so depressed and you started crying, for the whole 2 hours and 15 minutes, and you flood the whole classroom. And all your classmates and teacher drown.
You got charged for murder due to your tears. Your future is ruined because it is a massive murder. You are sentenced to life imprisonment, all because you can't do a Maths test.
OR
The teacher says to flip over the paper. You read the first question. You realise you don't know the solution. You skipped the first question and read the second question. You realise you don't know the solution too. Desperately, you searched for any question that you might have a chance of knowing the solution. To your dismay, you find none.
You get so angry with whoever the setter is that you are on the verge of killing someone. You get angrier when you see all others around you doing the paper at ease. You felt like the paper was set so that only YOU can't do it. You felt like killing the table which was never alive, and you ended up killing the teacher accidentally.
You got charged for muder, even though it's accidental killing, because the judge is the teacher's best friend. You're sentenced to lifes imprisonment, both this life and your next life. Your futures are ruined, all because you can't do a Maths test.
OR
The teacher says to flip over the paper. You sit back in your chair comfortably and refuses to budge. You know that whatever you do, your future is still pitch dark from the point you receive a Maths paper. You know well enough that you'll either fail, or you'll get a negative. And so you decided to be good to yourself and let yourself slack.
The teacher walks past your desk. She stares down at your blank answer script and your triumphant look of I-won't-do-Maths. She stared so deeply that you started to fear. Finally she broke the silence by saying:
"Do your Maths."
You got so frightened that you fainted. When you woke up, you find yourself in a place filled with A Maths test papers. To your horror, you realise that there are no exits whatsoever out of the Maths-filled room. You find yourself stucked inside, for life, and you'll have to sleep with A Maths, dream with A Maths, befriend A Maths.
And just when you thought this is the end of the world, you hear a familiar voice.
Ali: If only you've studied enough...
And then you believe this IS the end of the world...
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Cheers for my imagination. ChoZ
MG :) wrote on
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