Wednesday, October 31, 2007

[More gone, Less come]

Haha I seriously couldn't think of a title today. I'm bored to DEATH.
The boredom is killing me, since there's a break tomorrow and most of the papers coming up are easy ones (not that the ones before were that hard either but :/) , OH WELL. Just thought I'd blog since I'm so bored and I've been sitting in front of my computer for like three hours with only going to pee and getting some water to drink. Heroes episode 6 is taking forever to load and Mithra is pissed with Scrabulous on Facebook, so I'm sitting at home alone, talking to myself on this blog. HAHA, what a miserable slob.

The English papers were okay, because... question number 5 was 'Heroes'. I laughed when my eyes fell on those words. It was completely stupid, but I wrote it anyway. I think my story became very weird and out of point, so I might get a low mark for my paper 1. But my paper 2 should be fine, because it was fairly easy and I could find all the answers. The Math paper 1 was a breeze, but EugeneHar said it was hard.. :/ Maybe I'm too over-confident? Math paper 2 wasn't as hard as I thought it would be, but still, lost a few marks here and there. Haha.

Chinese was today. Today was Chinese. 今天考中文! It was quite easy, A LOT MORE EASIER THAN THE MID-YEAR PAPER! The questions for paper 2's comprehension was very straightforward, so lifting was commonplace. (: Everybody felt great after the paper, and I'm included. Went for lunch with Mits, Sheridan, Hamsan and Joel. Then came home, and found nobody and home, so I've been sitting here waiting for Heroes to load, and it's finally done!

So, bye to you readers, and until we meet again :D


i blew my HORN at 5:57 PM _____________________________________________________________________


Sunday, October 28, 2007


[Five gone, seven to go]
"The Additional Mathematics papers are OVER!
I didn't expect the papers to be so, well, easy. Either that, or effort has been paid off. Thank you Lord for giving me a clear mind during those papers!

I realized that the reason I started to blog again was to help my English essay writing, but it seems that this reason was forgotten when panic took over my mind. Therefore, now calm, I shall take half an hour a day doing some narrative essays taking those 'one word questions' out of past papers or whatever I am able to find."


That were the words that I typed at around 5P.M five days ago. Goodness. Procrastination about blogging! It's supposed to help my English, no? Oh well. I just realized tomorrow is the day for my English papers. How funny. I shall write an essay on "Flight", the one word essay question from the 2004 paper.

Flight
It was a sunny afternoon as he ascended into the sky from the roof of his house. The fact that he could do such a thing was still so unbelievable to he himself. Shielding his eyes from the sun, he glided through the air without being afraid of being seen. Scott was tall with hazel brown eyes, and although he looked weak, he was packed with a punch. Scott had little friends in school, and ever since he discovered his ability to fly, he withdrew even more. Not that he didn't want to show everyone his ability, but, something happened to him just a few days after his amazing discovery...

A man that he has never seen before came out of nowhere shouting his name while he was on his way to school. The next thing he remembered was waking up in his bed, dressed in the same clothes he was wearing the day before. This event has been troubling him ever since and he kept wondering if he should do something about it...

Soaring through the clouds, he reached the stratosphere, where the planes would be flying through. "Wow! So there ARE others like me!" a cheerful voice sang out in his mind. "What the..." Scott spun around in surprise. "No, it's impossible," he thought, "how can anyone talk to me when I'm up HERE?" He freaked out when he heard laughing in his head.

"Hi, my name is Remy! I have an ability just like you do. I can speak to people through my mind, hear their thoughts and find them just by concentrating on a face. Pretty cool huh?"

"But how do you know that I'm..." Scott started to think in reply when he saw a plane behind him. "Oh." He had waited for the plane to fly past before ascending even higher into the stratosphere. But apparently, his timing was off.

"Haha, don't freak out. I heard your thoughts about the weird man that 'abducted' you as you were waiting for the plane to pass. I was a victim as well... and I'm flying here to find him."

Scott suddenly felt afraid of his powers. All the things that have been happening, all the things that he had seen through his journeys in the air brought him to a shocking reality. The word 'abducted' rang in his head. Someone knew about him and his ability! "I've tracked the man down and he is staying 27 miles west of where you live. Meet me at the airport at 5P.M. I'll contact you by thought, okay? We'll bring him down together." "But..." Scott started, then stopped. He realized the danger of this 'mission', and how the man who had abducted him and Remy could be such a sick psycho. But he had to find out who the man was and why he abducted them.

At 5P.M, Scott stood at the airport with a sign that had simply four letters on it : "REMY". Remy stood out among the crowd, he was even taller then Scott, but looked like a total disaster. His hair was blond and unkempt, and he looked like a mess. "I thought I said I'll contact you by thought. Having you holding the sign here doesn't make it very exciting for find you," Remy started as he came up beside Scott. "I've got a gun, and I think that'd be all we need. Let's go there now."

Scott was not very sure about what he wanted to do, whether to go with Remy or let Remy settle it alone, but he was determined to find this man and settle the issue once and for all. As they walked out of the airport, they looked for a secluded spot where into the sky they flew, in the direction that Remy guided him to fly.

They reached the old shack within minutes, and Scott started to feel scared. "Don't worry, just follow me quietly." Remy whispered, "I'm sure that he's inside." As Remy entered the dark shack, he stopped, turned around and gave the most evil smile that Scott has ever seen. That was the last thing Scott saw before blacking out.

He woke up groggy, hearing voices which were familiar. It seemed obvious that Remy, if that even is his real name, was working with the weird man. Scott found his wrist and legs tied up, his mouth gagged, and his head spinning. "Quick Gabe, take his brain apart so we can each have a bit of his tissue, and then we'll both be able to fly!" Both of the men laughed loudly. Scott did not dare to think, for he knew both of them would be hearing his thoughts if he tried to plan an escape. But without a plan, how was he going to get away?

As Gabe approached Scott, he held up shiny cutting tools that were used for surgery. Scott felt sick right down to his stomach, but he was prepared to respond to whatever may come. As Gabe readied the tools, Remy pointed the gun at Scott and slowly pulled the trigger...

"BANG!" The bullet left its chamber as Scott mustered all his strength and pushed himself into the air, straight at Gabe. He lunged into Gabe's stomach, as the bullet missed his legs by mere inches. Recovering from his shock, Remy fired madly at where he thought Scott was. But in front of him, his evil counter-part lay there with several bullet wounds in his chest. Horrified by the terrible mistake that he has made, Remy ran out of the shack screaming and swearing to kill Scott if he was found. Suddenly, Scott flew right into him from the back and Remy fell forward, the gun flying forward as it pointed itself at Remy.

Another gunshot was heard in that secluded area. This time, a bullet was lodged into Remy's brain, and Scott simply stood there in a daze. He quickly flew home, and neither his powers nor the incident was spoken about to anyone. As years past, the memories of the horrific incident went away, and he continued to enjoy the freedom of soaring the skies. But he was never going to reply to a stranger through his thoughts, ever again.


OKAY THAT'S THE END OF THE STORY. GOSH IT'S SO LONG I THINK THE EXAMINER WILL GET BORED OF IT. AHHAHAHA.
edit: I made a word count on Microsoft Word, and it turned out to be 1,042 words long. -_-

Anyway, thanks for all the birthday wishes, people! Thanks for the surprise yesterday too (:



i blew my HORN at 9:17 PM _____________________________________________________________________