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.
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