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Yes!! Javier's back! I miss him very much though it was only for a short period of time.
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Weekend dinner today was relatively okay, considering the food wasn't that bad cause I was hungry. We had Hk cuisine btw. Today's yet another two-meal day though I woke up at 11 cause my whole family wasn't at home, they were all busy with their own activities. :( How can they leave the poor me at home feeding on instant noddles for breakfast. Well, I munched on another box of chocolates for "lunch", you can't expect me to have instant noddle again right?!

K, I must have bore you with my mundane weekend routine. Mom is going to bring me for shopping tomorrow, finally. :DDDDD I'm determined to get Javier a Chinese traditional costume and force him to wear it. Haa. But I have to finish zhb's essay before that. :(

Daphne's interesting poem which happens to speak of nothing but the truth.

Confessions of a Rebel

Sing the anthem, take the pledge.
The rebel is perched on the seat’s edge,
awaiting the beginning of another day.
Presently an austere teacher strides in to keep the students at bay.

With her name tag missing and a curtain over her eyes,
donning a pinafore but up to her thighs,
far from legal, professional or wise, wearing her socks below her ankle-----
The rebel is the perfect target, one that a prefect might like to strangle.

Geography as they say is the study of the Earth.
Oh, but She’d rather be in Perth!
than perform the tiresome ritual of copying notes in abbreviations;
about features, divisions, products, populations…

In Mathematics, Trigonometry is a staple, namely sine and cosine.
What about the geometric progression, one, four, nine?
Formulas not memorized and a pile of homework sky-high,
That’s an attitude that would make Pythagoras sigh.

An hour long curfew in the chemistry lab,
is impossibly drab;
The teacher says, “The periodic table, its idiot proof!”
That would make the rebel such a goof.

Many students are united in sentiment,
that literature is a dreaded subject, not merriment.
So while the teacher preaches on about Frankenstein,
another student in the back row gets engrossed in a book by R. L. Stine.

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