Okay okay...today was the official day that marks the end of my mid-years,including Chinese and all the irritating nitty-gritty things that come along with it,like listening comprehension(it was a SERIOUS waste of time...) *rolls her eyes* Same "hell-froze-over" conditions to bear with during the 3 hour paper in LT 5 with the aircon at full blast. Funny,they say it's impossible to sleep under sub-zero temperatures,yet I dozed off twice-once while trying to figure out how to copy and paste some comprehension answers from the passage onto the blanks,and later when I had completed the paper. And it's not just me! Bryan Chan was slumped on the table,so much so that it tilted in such a precarious position that it was a miracle his the junk on his desk did not fall off. And the girl behind me kept sighing so hard for the essay writing portion of the paper,but later the depressing sounds tapered off gradually until it was replaced by a slight snore that sounded like a steady hum of an old computer. Lol.
Chinese oral(yes,the REAL thing) in the afternoon at 2pm...The question was so sucky and I seriously wasn't in the mood to think-my brains seem to have been left behind in a frozen little package in LT 5. Plus I was so groggy that the words in the passage just don't seem to register. The conversation part was the killer-the guy with this permanent frown on his face asked whether I was a good environmentalist who brings my own plastic bags to the supermarket when I go shopping. How was I to know that you are supposed to act earth-friendly and say yes? Instead,being the ever-truthful and honest girl that I am,I gave him a blunt "No". The look on his face was one that have been slapped not only left,right,up,down but also punched in the center. He was stunned for a while,before regaining his composure and asking me why not. So I said,again keeping the virtues of honesty,"Oh,it's too mah-fan(troublesome)." And he gave that look again(which I'm starting to dislike. I mean,I'm sure your expressions can vary right? tsk tsk...) The rest was,how should I say,history. Stutters and incomprehensible words make up a large part of my conversation. All the best to my 'A' levels Chinese! *sighs*
Friday, June 29, 2007
Wednesday, June 27, 2007
Yeeeaaahhh!
Okay okay,let me voice out what everyone(well,actually not all! Apologies to the Science students who still have to bear with Chemistry tomorrow-but to most of the Arts Fac students...yeah) is dying to scream out,"It's over!" Ah,the mentally exhausting chains that have held us down for the whole of June have finally been broken today at precisely 17 04,with Mrs Goh's announcement of,"Put your pens down."
The exam conditions were bad,though. On Monday we had to let our butts rot on the chair for a total of 6 hours because of GP and the ever-wonderful Econs exams. Screw the questions for Econs man-asking us to evaluate the effectiveness of some stupid government policies to curb drug use and related crimes...! There was a general "chua-tio" moment when I saw the question,but was forced to squeeze out a little brain juice and alot of shit on the paper,because it looked more accessible than stating the market structure of what-the-hell-is-that General Practitioners and huge group medical practices.
On Tuesday it was slightly better: A 3 hour literature paper with 3 finger-breakin' not-good essays to write,and the venue was surprise surprise! LT 1. The fabulous,super-uber new LT with the grumbling chairs and tables that run about on their own. Perfect. Squeeze two books as thick as the trunk of a redwood tree,your kiasu pen-filled pencil case,your flat-but-super-important EZ-link card on a rickety table that can hardly fit the exam scripts,and you will find how much space you are miraculously left behind with to write. The outcome: Strained shoulders,sore necks and hunched backs...That can't be as bad as the unseen poem,eh Mr Harris? Brilliant choice of the most ridiculous,unimaginable,senseless poem ever. Open the parcel and see the tree with a fruit. Rip open the fruit and see the parcel again...and the cycle continues,over and over again. Bryan Chan lost it-he started laughing when he saw the poem. Turn to Jon Heng and smile,was returned with lopsided grin groggy with sleep,turn to me and laugh,was returned with a I-know-how-you-feel look. *sighs* That's literature for us!
For now,no more arduous pondering over whether I had answered the impossibly inaccessible,unmanageable human geography questions(though I have not given any case studies examples as required,and answered some in the format of an econs-GP answer...whoops). No more complaining about how my GC screwed up before me during the maths exam and gave a graph that resembled more of a hairy spider than the supposed quadratic curve. No more worrying about going home late and having whatever little time I had left spent on nodding off and slapping myself awake to absorb the last bit of information for the next day's paper. Because it's over!
Wait a minute...here comes the anti-climax,the spoiler,the mood-dampening "surprise". There's still an irritating finale on Friday,in the form of Chinese,the language that seems more alien to me than Tamil or even Martian...*sighs* Not completely free yet,but I choose to believe there's well,nothing much left. I mean,what's there to study for Chinese? The idioms? The four-worded things? The textbook?! Grrrr...and there's still oral 3 hours after the paper. Nope,not any ordinary aiyah-can-talk-cock oral,but the real 'A' level oral! *shakes her head* Why oh why? They can't make us suffer like that just because we happen to favour Martian over Chinese...
Cry freedom
with a quiet voice
Cry freedom
and rejoice.
Cry freedom
and see the purest light
Cry freedom
with fresh sight.
Cry freedom
with a gentle will
Cry freedom
and be still.
Cry freedom
till your heart does ache
Cry freedom
and awake.
Cry freedom
with a quiet voice
Cry freedom
and rejoice.
The exam conditions were bad,though. On Monday we had to let our butts rot on the chair for a total of 6 hours because of GP and the ever-wonderful Econs exams. Screw the questions for Econs man-asking us to evaluate the effectiveness of some stupid government policies to curb drug use and related crimes...! There was a general "chua-tio" moment when I saw the question,but was forced to squeeze out a little brain juice and alot of shit on the paper,because it looked more accessible than stating the market structure of what-the-hell-is-that General Practitioners and huge group medical practices.
On Tuesday it was slightly better: A 3 hour literature paper with 3 finger-breakin' not-good essays to write,and the venue was surprise surprise! LT 1. The fabulous,super-uber new LT with the grumbling chairs and tables that run about on their own. Perfect. Squeeze two books as thick as the trunk of a redwood tree,your kiasu pen-filled pencil case,your flat-but-super-important EZ-link card on a rickety table that can hardly fit the exam scripts,and you will find how much space you are miraculously left behind with to write. The outcome: Strained shoulders,sore necks and hunched backs...That can't be as bad as the unseen poem,eh Mr Harris? Brilliant choice of the most ridiculous,unimaginable,senseless poem ever. Open the parcel and see the tree with a fruit. Rip open the fruit and see the parcel again...and the cycle continues,over and over again. Bryan Chan lost it-he started laughing when he saw the poem. Turn to Jon Heng and smile,was returned with lopsided grin groggy with sleep,turn to me and laugh,was returned with a I-know-how-you-feel look. *sighs* That's literature for us!
For now,no more arduous pondering over whether I had answered the impossibly inaccessible,unmanageable human geography questions(though I have not given any case studies examples as required,and answered some in the format of an econs-GP answer...whoops). No more complaining about how my GC screwed up before me during the maths exam and gave a graph that resembled more of a hairy spider than the supposed quadratic curve. No more worrying about going home late and having whatever little time I had left spent on nodding off and slapping myself awake to absorb the last bit of information for the next day's paper. Because it's over!
Wait a minute...here comes the anti-climax,the spoiler,the mood-dampening "surprise". There's still an irritating finale on Friday,in the form of Chinese,the language that seems more alien to me than Tamil or even Martian...*sighs* Not completely free yet,but I choose to believe there's well,nothing much left. I mean,what's there to study for Chinese? The idioms? The four-worded things? The textbook?! Grrrr...and there's still oral 3 hours after the paper. Nope,not any ordinary aiyah-can-talk-cock oral,but the real 'A' level oral! *shakes her head* Why oh why? They can't make us suffer like that just because we happen to favour Martian over Chinese...
Cry freedom
with a quiet voice
Cry freedom
and rejoice.
Cry freedom
and see the purest light
Cry freedom
with fresh sight.
Cry freedom
with a gentle will
Cry freedom
and be still.
Cry freedom
till your heart does ache
Cry freedom
and awake.
Cry freedom
with a quiet voice
Cry freedom
and rejoice.
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