Hairy mountain
I've changed my mind about the template. This is nice and minimalist enough. Until I get bored of it.
Now, for those who care to insult me enough as to suggest that I cut my hair simply because Yongqing did (sorry Qing, people have really said it, especially some AC buggers), I belatedly give seven valid reasons as to WHY I did it. Grace and other sensible people, please ignore this.
1. Sports day soon. We're expected to dance around, do silly chants, and not bring umbrellas. Ideal heatwave conditions.
2. My hair was falling out in clumps. I'd rather have people making jokes about static electricity than about cancer treatment.
3. I get to wake up 5 minutes earlier in the mornings so that I don't have to tie my hair for school. Let me tell you that 5 minutes can mean the difference between catching the school bus or failing to. Those who can't relate to this should shut up.
4. My mother wanted me to. My mother can be very insistent when she wants something. That's why she usually wins. (She thinks I look like a pontianak from behind with my hair loose)
5. Not having some heavy flapping thing following behind me when I have to run for P.E., which not only distracts me and makes me irritable, but presents an ideal opportunity for more hair to fall off.
6. Not having to put up with my more squealy classmates' inquisitive hands doing strange things to that tempting ponytail when they're bored, as happened on the day of the last Julia-Gabriel debate competition preliminary (or whatever it's called).
7. Not having to break every comb I possess wrestling with the six thousand or so little wormy things after a bath.
Ha. This was for lack of things to write.
On a more serious note, the teachers have piled a veritable cliff of homework onto their poor victims this week. They talk brightly about 'holidays', hand out bad marks in one hand and hold their main offensive (the deaded RED PEN! Gaaaaaaahhh!) in the other. Then they give us homework. And it doesn't help to know that since this is our batch's O level year they're probably right.
Still gunning for 6 points. Without all the attachments of CCA and HCl marks. It's the least I can do. My elder brother, damn him, very nearly got 11 A1s. And bless his soul, too, because he didn't. I don't think I can imagine how bad it would have been if he HAD.
Thank goodness for HCl. I'm being an evil person. Would anyone like to stop me? Write me and unhappy tale! I dare you to make me cry.
I'm going to A1 给杨老师看。If I don't I'll commit suicide by chocolate. All the ignorami can go read 'Thief of Time' by Terry Pratchett.
I got a form saying that I'm getting both the 'Colours Award', which is pretty interesting, and the 'Award or Services to CCA', which is pretty stupid. I'm not sure what I have done for the CCA. All I've been doing for the past three years half is grumble about interactive orientation games, read illegally when there's nothing to do, and doodle.
Now, for those who care to insult me enough as to suggest that I cut my hair simply because Yongqing did (sorry Qing, people have really said it, especially some AC buggers), I belatedly give seven valid reasons as to WHY I did it. Grace and other sensible people, please ignore this.
1. Sports day soon. We're expected to dance around, do silly chants, and not bring umbrellas. Ideal heatwave conditions.
2. My hair was falling out in clumps. I'd rather have people making jokes about static electricity than about cancer treatment.
3. I get to wake up 5 minutes earlier in the mornings so that I don't have to tie my hair for school. Let me tell you that 5 minutes can mean the difference between catching the school bus or failing to. Those who can't relate to this should shut up.
4. My mother wanted me to. My mother can be very insistent when she wants something. That's why she usually wins. (She thinks I look like a pontianak from behind with my hair loose)
5. Not having some heavy flapping thing following behind me when I have to run for P.E., which not only distracts me and makes me irritable, but presents an ideal opportunity for more hair to fall off.
6. Not having to put up with my more squealy classmates' inquisitive hands doing strange things to that tempting ponytail when they're bored, as happened on the day of the last Julia-Gabriel debate competition preliminary (or whatever it's called).
7. Not having to break every comb I possess wrestling with the six thousand or so little wormy things after a bath.
Ha. This was for lack of things to write.
On a more serious note, the teachers have piled a veritable cliff of homework onto their poor victims this week. They talk brightly about 'holidays', hand out bad marks in one hand and hold their main offensive (the deaded RED PEN! Gaaaaaaahhh!) in the other. Then they give us homework. And it doesn't help to know that since this is our batch's O level year they're probably right.
Still gunning for 6 points. Without all the attachments of CCA and HCl marks. It's the least I can do. My elder brother, damn him, very nearly got 11 A1s. And bless his soul, too, because he didn't. I don't think I can imagine how bad it would have been if he HAD.
Thank goodness for HCl. I'm being an evil person. Would anyone like to stop me? Write me and unhappy tale! I dare you to make me cry.
I'm going to A1 给杨老师看。If I don't I'll commit suicide by chocolate. All the ignorami can go read 'Thief of Time' by Terry Pratchett.
I got a form saying that I'm getting both the 'Colours Award', which is pretty interesting, and the 'Award or Services to CCA', which is pretty stupid. I'm not sure what I have done for the CCA. All I've been doing for the past three years half is grumble about interactive orientation games, read illegally when there's nothing to do, and doodle.
posted by the zen thing at 12:41 pm
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More sensible than the people who have been accusing me of being a plankton, anyway. (Washing with the tide)
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