Tests FTW

Today, is the day, when we observe for ourself justice being served! Yes, it brings forth melancholic and nostalgic memories that shall embroil you in battle and put you in cynosure! The mortifying feelings... Ahh... The days that shall never come again. The fading, disspating memories of elation and ecstasy (NOT THE DRUG! XD I forgot the spelling.). They shall be flung into the black and blue yonder. I'm inspired to write a poem today (though it's short):

The amber is reflected off his eyes,
The vermilion rays of guile
Slant in the orange red sky,
Suffocating the blue yonder.

As the rays fade gently,
The pitch impending...
The ordeals he experienced disappear too, truly,
But his fond memories are diminishing too.

He musters his will and reaches for them,
Successful? Futile?
He groped at thin air,
But that only laid bare,
The fact that it was, to no avail!

As the sky darkened,
The moon rose, beauty of the night.
The stars shimmered,
The city's aisles' lights flickered.

The person left with a crestfallen heart.
He didn't understand,
He was, confounded.
Where had the memories gone?

Projects...XD

Hi people, long time no see! So, today we will be discussing about projects. (Though none of you can respond) Project have incorrigible personalites, I'm serious. Firstly, they waste a heck load of time. YES, WASTAGE OF TIME. As the Chinese saying goes, "一寸光阴一金，寸金难买寸光阴”. So, I conclude that we should abolish this matter in life, and be free! Yes, freedom, comrades. Karl Marx couldn't have put it better. Let's eradicate this Tsar (Nicholas II) of projects altogether! Forward!

Ok, random moment there...

So, anyways, yes, we shouldn't do projects, it's basically a meaningless existence of burden that should be wiped off the face of this earth. (Even though I have to admit that it can produce some things) So, I devote a poem to this. (Scrambles and rummages for script, *1 min later* tears the script, then dictates):

Projects, Rejects.

Yes, they run as one.

Foul gas, odours of runs.

Nothing, could put it better.

The agony that it causes us sting, those futile efforts.

They think that this assists us, but no!

Failure to succeed leaves you in the dust, as most of us know.

So dismiss this tactless thing, and no give us back our glee.

Then we could elatedly sing, you will see!

Projects, oh projects.
I plead of you now, to go away.

CCTs=Dismay

Today was nothing much, really. Basically it's just revision for the Science CCT- Radiation, Convection, Conduction, Particulate Nature of Matter, Mass & Density, Measurement... CCA wasn't much fun though, but admittedly it was quite meaningful and left me feeling like a deflated tire. Anyways, Oral Communications was a bit crappy, with people presenting their things like dumb people who deter on the side of creativity. Some guy raved and ranted about newspapers, some other guy was like hilariously gambolling throughout the whole presentation and prancing about. And once again, Jedidiah Andrew Seth Xayaraj's incorrigible Chinese Chess addiction overtook him and I was AGAIN unable to study meticulously in a cocoon of quiet and silence. ARGH! I wished that the fan would drop and smash his XiangQi pieces to smithereens. I know it's like 11.40pm but I don't care, ok? I need to finish my Science Worksheet that is damn depressing. Whole paper is about explanation again and again. Repititve you know? Raffles Institution produces luminaries. Well, maybe. Here's a short poem for you to admire:

The night is cold, the right is bold.

Who shall conquer the lands, I know not.

To wear the bands, you need the pot

Of magic, producing red ticks.

Yes, the sacred pens of the teachers.

Scrawling like dirks, marking our work.

Zero to Hero?

No way, or is it?

The pen is mightier than the sword, as it may draw the horde.

100 marks equals satisfaction, 0 equals humiliation

The society is cold, only the strongest will be told.

Randomness FTW

WOAH! It's been a LONG time since I last posted. And the usual excuse? CCA, Projects, Homework. Phew, so time to babble about school life. Not much nowadays, but still pretty hilarious at times. Now, in RI, there's the head prefect election. People paste posters on walls. Yes, walls. Even TOILET walls. I'm sure that when you need to defaecate you like to look at people proclaiming, "VOTE FOR ME!" Yeah, that's it. Elaborate on it tomorrow, since it is 11 o'clock already and the night abyss is silent...