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Olympics

World's fastest man and the most arrogant show-off I've seen in quite a few years. I'm betting that in ancient Greece even he couldn't run like that. Especially without funky sports wear and fan girls. I doubt any of the athletes would be sure enough of themselves to race stark naked. With the video camera shooting their every move. ahem.

I'm reading a novel I borrowed from a church friend. The Unbearable Lightness of Being by Milan Kundera. Born 1929 Czechoslovakia and it was translated from the Czech. She borrowed my Jane Eyre so I guess that counts as fair trade!

Oh and Lydia writes to invite me to go to London for the 2012 olympics. Well. I'll need at least say 300 pounds odd for a week or so of expenses excluding accomodation to visit the city. Going very cheap of course. Excluding air fare. Air fare is say about 737 pounds for a two way flight. I shall try a cheaper airline, with what-nots dealing with inflation knobs and crazy exchange rates. 1200 pounds I'd say. And those ridiculous prices will go up even higher during the Olympics. Sorry Lydia, 2012 is a good year only not during the Olympic heat!

That was some fun. I went to check budget airlines and I found Quantar going for 584 pounds. Roundtrip. Oh I envy those people with private jets or the substantial wallets to purchase a nice good cozy seat while still studying. I just like traveling to exclusive loctions too much. I mean, an average girl living on another continent doesn't go to London on this sort of whim and fancy alone right?

title is not relevant

its something like i'll never know when i'm wrong yet i'll never want you to tell me
i used to hate this clan of people yet it seams i am their daughter
how could i have done this, drive this stake into you both

yes, i am such a hateful creep. its like i've done something to two best buddies. which possibly may or may not be the case but just in case i have a memory loss when they next emo out again i'll just leave this note cum mental reminder.

Classroom Side Effects

I feel slightly odd today. Like everything was built up and then crumbling into a mound of tissues and mucus and tears. Which did happen. I suppose some people see more than a crow killing and guzzling a more defenceless bird's innards, a dissected preserved bunny all innards facing out, a 50 year old specimen of a still-born human fetus, bottled tapeworms and arachnids, and received an A grade for CHINESE and actually did get it until they bothered to check that the marks calculation and got a bleeding 9 marks lower. Oh, and in a space of 7:50 a.m to 2:15 p.m on August 13th and thankfully not a Friday.

Staying in a classroom for more than required is detrimental to mental stability. Looking out of the classroom windows and observing the next building and the roof is very dangerous. You suddenly see a black streak and a bunch of white feathers floating around like dandelion fluff (although I've never seen dandelion fluff). The thing was, it was free period and I could have easily chased away that crow if I ran outside fast enough. But did I? No. Perhaps it was mercy, let that crow have his lunch and the bird less panting and getting blood all over the grass. You could see it struggling and the wings flaying to stay back its attacker.

That is the first death I've witnessed. Not to mention the array of specimens of death in the Science lab about three periods later. Plants, frogs, tadpoles, king crab, jellyfish junior, tapeworm, dog tapeworm, leech, earthworms, beetles, praying mantis, arachnids, Mr. Bunny, baby John (as nicknamed by the school years ago), a coral, some other stuff I suppose but mostly that. And I was walking around like a dummy in the science lab wearing a jacket in the bleeding heated humidity of midday becuase of my sneezing nose which DID NOT sneeze at the specimens and my sore throat. Science test tomorrow on energy, photosynthesis and respiration.

Then the dreaded results. I was nearly jumping when I got 50/70 which would equate to 70/100 with my project added. The test was very difficult. Some of the words would only be taught at 2 to 3 years from now. Which is a lot of difference. You check the marks and you suddenly get 61. You tell the teacher. You are fuming at her because she is in fact a Chinese national from China no less (Olympics...) who apparently does not know how to add marks anand turns a 41 into a 50. So much for the rigorous training in maths they say Chinese students get. Then you walk back to your desk fuming at yourself for being so truthful and mathematically inclined for the past near 1000 years of receiving marks. And naturally the greatest casualties are from Chinese and Mathematics and Science papers. Nearly never English. Only once for English I believe. Funny right?

Slightly Musing

Sorry, I just can't think of a better heading. We had Matthew chapter 14 today during sermon. It is Sunday and a school holiday tomorrow. I love days like today save the presentation I have to do by tuesday. No, now my friend says to do the report. Groan. Thank heavens its a copy and paste thing.

I went away for an hour or less to go for a run and when I took off my shoes, my feet were really hot. Emitting heat. It is always after a run that it is just nearly innocent desire for the water running down your back. Does not help matters with the swimming pool in front of the gym. I envy people with long hair. I only have a long fringe which is just utterly cooling with all the water running down it.

flipped through my book of penguin romantic poetry which i bought for forty bucks. (last year and still not even starting much, what a big hole in the pocket) and there was a nice poem about first love (poor guy) and a poem tittled the Partial Muse. From Charlotte Smith's Elegiac Sonnets. Here it is.

The partial Muse has from my earliest hours

Smiled on the rugged path I'm doomed to tread

And still, with supportive hand, has snatched wild flowers

To weave fantastic garlands for my head;

But far, far happier is the lot of those

Who never learned her dear delusive art,

Which, while it decks the head with many a rose,

Reserves the thorn to fester in the heart.

For she still she bids soft Pity's melting eye

Stream o'er the hills she knows not to remove-

Points every pang, and deepens every sigh

Of mourning friendship, or unhappy love

Ah, then how dear the Muse's favours cost

If those paint sorrows best, who feel it most!

A muse is never a pretty little thing.

Save Me

Help: Reasons

1) Chinese test tomorrow
2) Defiant rule disobeyer towards the no consumption of food in the room
3) French is making no progress
4) Fictionpress is taking over my mind space
5) Hairspray song Lady's Choice is getting sick since we have to dance a lame mass dance
6) Found out that 1 out of 3 surveyed students from Sec 3 to JC, 15 to 18, are sexually active in some areas.
7) Okay more than some areas
8) Sexually Transmitted Infections will be tested this year-end
9) Writing sucks now and I still want to be a writer
10) Drama: We got third out of 8 groups
11) Art: a boring animation assignment again
12) I need more chocolate although my BMI as for today is 22.5 if I round off my height to closest cm.

I have finally persuaded myself to borrow the Human Anatomy book from the library. Seriously, cadavers in this book look alive, the way they peer down at their disected selves during the Renaissance and those ages before photography. Gross huh? it was my mother who first showed me the book, and the back page showed a coloured disected skull. The subsequent pages I flipped to were unsurprisingly pictures of fetus remains in their mother's wombs. Thankfully all sketched.

Tests, tests, tests. History on Tuesday and Chinese on Thursday. Major test the Chinese. Ah well, life goes on. I should be studying now but I can't be bothered since I want to clear out all the stuff I need to complete for the extra boring subject other than the fact we watched part of Remember the Titans and will finish watching it the following week on Friday!

Things to do: Find out how to write about racial and religious conflict for that boring subject

study for History and Chinese

Finish the other side of the knitted arm warmers

Read about the Human Anatomy and finish the library novel.

Email back all my friends living in a lower humidity climate in this world. How I wish it was cooler!

Oh my word, I am so out of touch. Massie darling, the web link does not work. Announcing the first muse to join the muse clique and one of my two betas! drumroll.... The Muse of Randomness, also Massie Block, alpha of the clique. The "same" Massie in the clique series of which I only have one book! Laugh out loud, my book reading is confined to rereading of fond old stories. The type I read when I was innocent 11 and 12.

What genre would suit me better now? Second or Third day moon phase nearly killed me today. GROAN. MOCHA!