'Mocha Chocolatta ya ya, Creole Lady Marmalade"Gotta love the food references. A lady called Marmalade. She goes well with your toast. And look, she comes with a mocha chocolatta latte.
Haha, like how Scarlett is a name asking to be raped.It's gonna have a terse tone.
Darn, I let many days pass me by without blogging, and it just so happened that so many things ... well happened. Will be catching up on those though. So here's the latest thing that came into the mind, along with swimming in a chocolate pool. I'm so fidgety these days. Yeah must have something to do with Shawn being vice-Pres. I'm so restless and I can't read an essay properly without getting distracted. (ya maybe ms phua can have something to say about this) Been like this the whole morning and now I'm still twitching in my seat when I couldn't stand still just now. - eats more chocolate - - drinks more coffee - - caffeine overload - - sugar rush-
Well let's explore the cause of my abnormality, despite my usual ..
abNORMAL SELF. Have this strange itch to disturb everyone I see.
I want a Macadamia Muffin. (okay random)
Let's see. 745-845 English lesson with Miss Phua and the all the English pros in JSS. The best of the best, the cream of the crop, erm erm the nut in the chocolate. For nuts-with-chocolate lovers, this bunch of people make the school academia look good. Adds extra taste and finer quality, plus something new. For people allergic to nuts in chocolate, or have a distaste for ruining the original taste, this bunch of people try to hog all the attention? Ruin everything? Such that good, solid chocolate doesn't have so much space cos all the bits and pieces, or huge bits and pieces of nuts are overcrowding the area in the entire chocolate bar.
Just put that into perspective ... think somehow any situation fits whatever people are experiencing now. Okay wonder how I managed to link academics to chocolate, from an original topic of hyperactivity.
Anyway, understandably people are pissed about the English banding. Then again, who wouldn't feel pissed. Like classing students out. WOW i can't imagine if the classed us for Math. The humiliation (don't get me started on the damned INTERGRATION test. WHO GIVES A (censored) ABOUT INTEGRATION?). Was so pissed off during the Math study camp anyways.
Digression: Why is it that I can study my arse off and I just don't get it! LIFE SUCKS. It's like, I'm always asking Sharon how to do this, how to do that. So annoying (prob to her. Sharon im so sorry) and so paiseh (me lah). Why is it that everyone gets things so much faster than me?! Feeling like I'm on one of my frustrated modes again. It just won't leave me alone, since kindergarten for God's sake.Anyways, I know some things the teacher does is bound to piss some people off. Haiz, I don't know what to feel. First the favouritism and the stress of being in such a class with the elites, like I'm not willing to share all my ideas, thinking that they'd be disrespected anyway. (bad experiences. had lit with the elites before. hey it rhymes, but it sure doesn't take away the bad taste in my mouth). Then the stress from all the structure of "The Ultimate Essay". Why should we have all these imposed on us? If people really are this good, they should come up with their own ideas, not everyone jumping on the bandwagon. Like an abortion plotline for the compo "Loss".
Well of course, there's always the contradiction. Do I want to be on the favoured side? I can't answer that, but it sure is convenient. And yeah, since people have been saying this about me, well I can't control what other people's actions are, except my own. So don't you get all flustered at me and think that I did something when you weren't looking. (sad case, the people i trust the most in school before and now thought so)
Still remembered this point of time when i was yearning for a 4-3 English lesson with Mrs Aidil again. COME BACK TO ME! NOOOOO WHY DID YOU LEAVE US!
I do admire those that write for the sake of a good essay, rather than hankering after an A1, determined by what the marker wants to see. Why conform, when you can explore and discover so much more? This way, essays won't ever be a chore. Well at least a bore. Gotta love the originality too :) even if the idea of a love-based story in a tsunami setting seems laughable.
So there... now you know. Specifically, today we were told to write an essay within 45 minutes. So you gotta concentrate, right? Sweet irony, the teacher talks about techniques from one person's essay for 45 minutes, expects you to copy down, and somehow finish the essay she told you to write a few minutes ago. Then when you say you can't finish it, hand in on Monday, she says "Like this you will keep on stretching the date! Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday..."
You get the gist. Of course, there's always an element of maintaining individuality. I don't want to be like the rest. Surely there must be other ways of getting an A1! EMBRACE THE NON-CONFORMITY! Okay, too much sugar. Or frustration for that matter. It's fighting the pressure to be the same, and I'm losing my concentration on the process.
I pledge allegiance to the underworldOne nation under dogThere of which I stand aloneA face in the crowdUnsung, against the moldWithout a doubtSingled outThe only way I knowI'm getting into my Sec 1 stress again. Feeling the stress of being different, and first glimpse at how people turn up their noses. Who would've known that it would continue till now? Wait, I had known anyway.
Stepped out of the lineLike a sheep runs from the herdMarching out of timeTo my own beat nowThe only way I knowSometimes I feel like I'm the chocolate with nuts, sometimes I feel like the chocolate without nuts. (Anjelica don't think horny) Or I'm looking at the chocolate with nuts, or the chocolate without nuts.
Nah, I'll always be the macadamia muffin. :)
Ending Note: To all of the musical cast/chorus/everyone, thank you for the memories that we created from scratch. Yup we sure did watch our seed of a musical grow.
Day by day, inch by inch, little by little, the magic shows~ Especially you muffins. Ya, so I won't miss the guys as much cos they're don't have a muffin name, because guys have no muffins.
There I've said it. It's just the caffeine talking.
Really!
Labels: Accomplishments, Real Life, Secondary School Life, Seeds of Smartness Sown to Show-off, Teen Angst, What's up or new
