BLAH! I'm extremely frustrated. For the past 25 minutes, I've been trying to compose my stupid email to Straits Times on kiddie beauty pageants like Ms Heng told us to, BUT I CAN'T GET IT ALL OUT! I can't phrase it properly. I don't KNOW what I want to phrase.
Ergh. Frustration. This past week has been extremely long. Even though we end at only 1pm, it feels twice as long as normal school days. No idea why. Maybe it's the holiday mood. Maybe it's the "Kanina sonofabitch, it's the freaking holidays and I'm doing Remainder Theorem". Maybe it's the fact that I can't sleep till noon like I was doing before school started. Maybe it's having to actually pick up a pen and think. Gee, I dunno.
Anyway, us Sec 3 Andersonians have the pleasure of revisiting lessons from 7 to 16 Nov. To catch up on our syllabus. God forbid we actually might be able to finish all the shit we're supposed to in 2005, because all the teachers tell us we won't be able to, and will need extra remedial in 2006. Like, I am so looking forward to it.
I realise there's this extremely big gap between the last entry and this one. Well. I'm too tired and depressed to think of my O Level Chinese, which was terrifically ghastly and horrible, horrible, horrible. I slogged my guts out doing the bao zhang bao dao and gong han revision, I will have you know that. I morphed from a clueless twit who hadn't the slightest inkling how a bao zhang bao dao should start into a professional bao zhang bao dao writer and su yu spitter in merely 3 days!
And also I learnt all the chim words to use in my gong han. Just because Jin Ning said it's hard to get high marks for narrative (which I have always been doing because I couldn't be bothered to learn bao zhang bao dao, and of course I can't do the descriptive essay where the writers always use like a million chim-looking words which I can't read, or the exposition. Exposition in
chinese, are you kidding me? I know what rubbish I give in english already). I'd read like 99 bao zhang bao daos and narratives in 2 days, just in case they came up with some impossible question for bao zhang bao dao (which I fully expected them to) and then I could fall back on my narrative writing skills (which, turns out, are pretty polished, as evident from my term 4 chinese narrative with a mark of 39/50! I shall gloat and point out that I could have gotten 41 if I hadn't had 2 marks deducted for wrong words).
Thankfully, my effort paid off for Paper 1, because it was almost laughingly easy. The topic of qing shao nian/hai zi came out, which was my area of expertise. I had even prepared this list of "jia ju" for everything on teenagers: rebellious, unable to cope with stress, too pampered, need to keep up with fashion/newest technology, etc etc. All bad things. Really, if you look at all the bao zhang bao daos on teenagers, we're always described as the worst creatures to trek the earth. We're ruo bu jin feng (unable to withstand even the wind), yi zhi bao ruo (weak-willed), hua mu xu rong (vain and materialistic) and all the terms you use to describe the weak sissy on television. Say until we like scum like that!
Ok I digress. Anyway, while I was juggling with Paper 1 revision, I'd managed to swallow the ci yu shou ce for the O Level bi kao ci yu. Like. Almost literally swallow. I went through the fucking book twice, every single damn ci yu in it. Got spelling too.
THEN WHAT HAPPENS! WHAT HAPPENS? 2 of the freaking words in Paper 2's tian xie han zi didn't even appear in that shou ce! Because the shou ce was a highly condensed version of 4 years of Express Chinese, and had editted out a lot of words. WORDS WHICH EVENTUALLY MADE THEIR WAY INTO THE PAPER 2! FOUR MARKS GONE LIKE THAT! And also my zao ju. Oh my freaking God, cheng qing, cheng qing is CLEAR, I know cheng qing is CLEAR, but I didn't know it was CLEAR as in CLEAR YOUR DOUBTS, I thought it was CLEAR as in CLEAR YOUR NAME.
-7 marks. Also the multiple choice comprehension. Lots of uncertain answers. Ah, Chinese is a goner. Confirm no A1. God, I was completely crushed lah. I can say with no doubt I gave my heart into the entire retarded thing! Slogging my guts out! T_T
Anyway, yesterday I went to netball for like the first time in the longest time. Now it's only once a week, thanks to our "Sec 3 block revision". On our second round around the front gate, some of us cut across the new bus stop which was cordoned off with loose red netting by jumping over it into the bus stop, then by jumping over it back onto the road again at the end. I jumped, got my foot caught in the netting, tripped and sprawled on the main road flat on my face and tummy. Scraped my palms, inner arms and knees.
This is so why my knees are permanently deformed.
Today's the second day I bathed with gloves on. Oh God, just imagine slathering shampoo onto your hair and facial wash onto your face with smooth rubbery gloves. You have to commend ME for my bravery ok. When I woke up today, for some reason my body felt like it'd taken a crap beating all over. Below are some pictures (courtesy of Jia's USB cable), for your viewing pleasure...
That's not dirt on my left palm, that's the scab growing over the flesh with its skin scrapped off. It hides behind its puny size but unleashes its power upon contact with water. I didn't take a pic of the right palm because it wasn't too major.
God, my right knee is really, really, really gross. That's just the bruise, I scraped the top of the knee too. It's what, bigger than 3 fifty cent coints =/ Ok I'll stop this entry here first and continue tomorrow. Or something. By the way, I've developed a complete inability to do chemistry of any sort.
