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Thursday, July 05, 2007

Have no idea what's wrong with bloggeragain,
tried to change to a gorgeous skin which I found, but there were some problems :@
ah well, another time perhaps.
for now, I'll have to stick to this one.
(sick of it)

there's binomial theorem test tmr!!
I know I sound pervertic saying this but I really do love tests, because it makes me feel tons smarter, at least until I get back my grades
(:

today's lessons were exhausting as usual.
the afternoon lessons especially.
I think Bio makes people feel smarter (what's wrong with me), cos you will learn tons of stuff you didn't know before that.
On the other hand, physics is like..."what just hit me?"
Although Mr C is a good teacher, and his lessons are fun, I always tear my hair out in frustration when there's a test\=

english was surprisingly fun today.
just the first part actually.
we had to do some sort of exercise about recounts, and my group got this:
imagine you are a chicken. Recount your day's events. Be as creative as possible, and give as much details as possible.

At first, I was :O:O
but weended up writing crap.
we = me, xinyu, qixin and rao.

our storyline's about the same as cheekit they all (who got the same topic), but there's some other stuff.

this chicken opened his eyes and found himself in heave. Having died with unfinished business, he decided to go back to the farm he was from. He speaks to his younger generation...the chicks...as well as the ducklings, and wants them to redress his grievance. You see, one day...a peking duck on the farm overheard a conversation between a man from the ministry of food and agriculture talk to the farmer (let's call him mr jones). the man tells the farmer that the birds on the farm are suspected of having H5N1, so they all had to be killed! The peking duck tried to warn the rest of the birds, but it was too late. the birds were rounded off and put into NAZI concentration camp. They were tortured and culled by the use of poisonous chemicals and stuff. THE FACT IS that this chicken was perfectly healthy and fat, and none of the other birds had bird flu, so they all died because of some blunder made by the ministry guy. The fat and healthy chicken's spirit told his chicks that when chickens are living in an authoritarian regime, they will definitely rise up and rebel. this was the natural order of things. therefore, he urged them to stage a rebellion against the farmers.
At peace, he left the farm and could thus be reincarnated.

animal farm much? inspiration from the history lesson just half an hour before the english lesson haha.
(x

the chicken = karl marx
farmer= tsar nicholas the second

so erm...means the stalin and lenin and trotsky will appear soon.
haha(x

ok going off to work on my poem.
it's coming along very nicely.
(x

ciao

bear foot;
5:20 AM