Monday, September 29, 2003

i was darn sleepy in school today, no idea why really. can blame it on the lack of sleep 'cos i slept at 1plus am but i have slept later than that before, like 3am and the sluggishness and exhaustion only kicks in at around 3pm the same day.

so 'cos of the above, i napped from 4 to 8, ahaa, i was on the bed from 3 tho... just couldn't get to sleep, my brains just won't give my body some rest. i think too much for my own good, that's like a vague and ambiguous statement, but heck, this ain't gp and i don't owe anyone an explaination. oh ya, i must add gp is real crap, it's really shit, or should i put it in nicer terms, can't even be compared to the wonders of egestion or defacation. it's a retarded, stupid subject. firstly, it doesn't even gauge the level of spoken english, and seriously how do you conjure with such an 'oh-so-fabulous' argument or what they call thesis statement in 1hr and 30mins. so yea, what do some students do? do what they did during Os! memorise compos, like heck! just memorise tons of compos, chuck in 'chim' verses here and there and wala they get their A. but seriously, how else can they score? how else can WE score? so yea, in short gp doesn't promote orginality even tho' it's supposed to be a rather 'arts' subject but it actually supports piracy! woohoo... i can't believe i wrote so much shit. i was just darn irritated by my gp teacher, okay, more like myself. i hate not learning in gp class, it's horrid. i used to learn new stuff, unlike now, she's like going through really basic stuff that bores me, irritates me, ahaa, and her saying lit students have a benefit. of what might i ask? is it due to the fact that they learnt those literary devices like metaphors, parody, paradox, alliteration, diction, hyperbole, etc. i tell you seriously, i think my unseen skills are above average, considering i got 19/25 for my lit poem for prelim. but so what? look and how well i've been doing for gp... wow, has lit helped me? you're just a piece of worthless crap. get out of my sight, maybe i'll do better.

geez, this is what happens when you bottle up your anger. it's like all the rage unleashed in the incoherent babble above. i hate her, she sucks. no, she didn't do anything to me today but it's just the way she conducts her class, i simply cannot stand it. yea, that sounds childish but i just can't stand her. damn, ms koh, i wish you were still my gp teacher. i doubt i'd be doing so badly now. even if i did, i'll make it a point not to.

ok, i had initially wanted to write about my indolence but somehow i've just digressed into the boring topic of gp.


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