A Colourful Life of Colourful People

Friday, October 13, 2006

I was supposed to talk to the ~~pathetic~~ secondary two ~~kiddos~~ people about literature lessons and unfortunately, I was on crack (yes, again) while i typed my speech. So it ended up reflecting my insanity. Here goes:
I shall start off my speech with a big, fat disclaimer: My English is not fantastic or anything near that so please spare me should I commit any grammatical errors. In addition, please do not hold yours truly at fault should any brain damage be done to any one of you here. For your information, I am Mabel from class 312 and a sidenote to make, it rocks because it’s a literature class. Nope, this is NOT propaganda.

I am here to talk to all of you about the Literature lessons I’ve gone through so far. If you think literature is ALL about sitting at the table memorizing quotes, you are partially right. Look, the keyword right here is PARTIALLY. That means there’s a brighter side to this heart wrenching tragedy.

Anyway, as all of you can see, hopefully, that I am a happy person! A happy person is happy because he or she, a she, for my matter, unless you are about to doubt my gender, has an interesting life. Do you agree? Say yes.

A small little teeny weeny part that plays a part in contributing to my interesting life is the literature lessons I have. No doubt I do have lessons sitting at the desk listening to Miss J ranting on and on and falling asleep, there are indeed lessons that you humans deem as, “Interesting”. (Please do not tell Miss J I nearly fell asleep during class. She’ll most probably murder me. She’s as evil as the witches in Macbeth.)

Up till now, we have sung in class at the sculpture garden, although I see no sculpture in it. We were required to change the lyrics of certain songs and present it. Nope, this is not Singapore Idol, but I suppose the singing of some would definitely make the lesson much more interesting than it was. After all, after the session, I came to realize that the guy who sits besides me sings monotonously.

Apart from that, we went on an exiting venture to the skygarden and we had to act as the characters in the story. The interesting part comes in here, books begin to talk, and you see your classmates slapping one another. That’s definitely something to spice up my sadistic life. When I mentioned that books begin to talk, no, I am perfectly sane and I am not hallucinating. I think.

These two are just a couple of examples of the lessons I had, there are definitely more, but I’m sure all of you want me to end my boring speech as soon as possible. But please take note, don’t come chasing after me with a Parang-Parang saying that I’ve cheated your feelings. There ARE boring lessons but this is indeed the sad fact of life. But it’s definitely better than purely boring lessons, unless you want to claim yourself a masochist. Not that I mind anyway.
Thus, I end my speech here. Spice up your lives a little, poor people!

So here i am, staring at this vast of whiteness and begin to ponder about my objective in blogging. The objective is very close to nil, maybe just to announce to the world i'm insane? Maybe. Keyword is MAYBE. Nothing much to blog about. So cya!

I had a real good time @ 8:23 PM
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