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Fa la la... Fa la la...

The immediate result of not footing your cable modem bills after several warnings is, well, the dislodging of Internet connection for a couple of days. Ouch. This threw me into a plight of extreme depression and deprivation. The computers in school crawl slower than escargots, let alone the Internet connection. Sigh. I want my connection back alive!!

The Poetry book continued to draw in much uninvited attention. Seems like it has found its own group of staunch supporters. Get off my back, will ya?! Taking a science combination doesn't strip off my entity to learn something artistic, does it? I'm going to finish the book and I pray to receive no more harassment. No more, hear me?

Finally found the true meaning of multi-tasking. I'm currently concurrently reading three books. On my way to and back from school, I indulge in "The Grapes of Wrath" by John Steinback. Bought back when I was in Secondary Three for compulsory reading, the book has been lying on the shelf collecting dust, layers upon layers. Now that I've regained my interest in reading, in my bag it goes. During lectures and breaks in school, I read "The Linguistic Guide to Poetry". I wonder why the school library sets its loan period to one week. Guess the school expects everyone to have undergone speed reading courses. Duh. At home, I devote about half an hour to a book entitled "Dress Gray", a militia novel by Lucian K. Truscott IV borrowed from the National Library. I hope this multi-tasking works out well.

I have been working out real hard these days in a futile attempt to punctuate my puffed up tummy. Sometimes I really think a couple of diarrheas should do the work. Humpf. The workouts seemed to work a bit, no miracles though. I have been crunching out in the living room everyday, doing sit-ups to the rhythm of "Shakespeare in Love", working with weights to the beat of techno poppies. I target to complete the process by December. Watch out for the new me. TA DA!

I'm terribly worried. The battle for academic glory ensues and I'm feeling numb about it. Not that I'm a lousy warrior, but I already feel beaten even before stepping into the killing fields. Let us anticipate my results for the Computing Test which is going to be held this Saturday.

Apprehension envelopes.

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The Killing Fields

Smartly dressed soldiers full of zeal
and zest. 'Tis the time of year for the real
test. Marching steadily, inch for an inch,
rifles in their trusty hands ready to binge

The Commander commands them to charge
and with all might they readily march
Into the fields they go, rifles on
some trembling hands ready to mourn

"I'm not ready for this" one pouts
"Give up and you're out" another shouts
Into the fields they go, rifles locked
in place ready to mock

Silky grass blades bled as the wind billows
Taint of reddish red overshadows the
fields of lushious green below
Into the fields they go, rifles on the
ground, bodies nowhere to be found

The bell rings for the end of test
Soldiers are soldiers no less
Out of the hall they ran, pencils in
their bag, 'tis the time to sag!

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Thinkquest Status
[OOOOOOOO...................] 30.0%
Superfast progress eh?

Food of the Day
Canteen's Fish & Chips. Everything but the fish tasted good.

Colour of the Day
Black