The Wooden Blade, or Scream

Start Dramatic Poem.

The hunter came home

And he said to everyone

I found it

What?

The Beast

The village got excited

There was going to be a

Slaying

The Head of the village

He called everyone

To gather

And watch

This

He Said

Is the Beast

It has done wrong

It has injured

It has caused harm

This

He Said

Is the Beast

So, he said

It must be punished

We must slay it!

Everyone was

Quiet.

The butcher came on

Out

He drew his blade

Made of 

Wood

He stepped back

He made sure the 

Beast was 

Secure

He raised his 

Sword

He ran

And he swung.

The Beast

He did not Roar.

But you could see its

Pain.

End Dramatic Poem.

If you all do not understand, this poem is about a public caning we were forced to witness in school. Scary.

Anyway, as some of you may know, I'm not coming home this week. And it's okay. I am okay with it.

It's just my hallmaster, that's all.

I'm Tired, But I Can't Afford To Be, or One Last Breath

HAAA. I am so tired. But I can't be tired. Because if I'm tired,

then that's it.

There are two types of streams in ACS(I), express and IP. I have no idea why they put me in IP (which is the apparent better one) but hey, I'm in it. And now to stay in, scholars are supposed to get the top 10% of the cohort. But the retarded thing is that 30% of the students in IP are scholars. THEN WHAT HAPPENS TO THE OTHER 20%???

So we have  to work, work, work, and be on our best behaviour so nobody can chuck us into express.

The days are getting more and more draining, and it's all I can do to not fall asleep in class. I fall asleep in my room instead. And I feel too exhausted to do any proper thing at all...

On a completely different note, Yap's doing ok... I need to be smart like her... Hardworking... My classmates ask me how I got the scholarship (not unkindly). They say I'm not smart like Ben, not hardworking like Tuan, not sporty like Sean. I don't know how to reply them. So I don't. I just need to stay in IP.

So I must not facebook. It's too much of a time-waster. Well, not too much anyway.

I hate it when people blog music lyrics. It's ridiculous.

I hate it when people ask you what's wrong.

I hate it when chips drops on the floor and I can't eat them. I kinda still do.

The light is

On, But why is he not doing

Anything? The light

Is on, and the music plays,

And the winds blow in to

The Room. The

Light is on, and

He's asleep. Or

Is He?

The Light Is On.

Turn it off.

Please?

Thank you.  

*Yawn. I need a breather. A long one.

The Compliments Go To Him, or Fly On The Wall

 As a person, I generally like all kinds of animals, preferably ones with legs, but not more than 4, no less than 2. Any three-legged natural animal is welcome, too. The point is, the question most asked concerning animals, apart from ' what animal would you want to be' and 'which animal tastes the best' is 'Are you a dog person or a cat person?' Personally, to be half dog or cat doesn't appeal to me at all, but I understand the question to a tee.

I don't mind cats, except for the part where they go 'Reowr' and hiss at you and scratch at you. I don't mind dogs either, except when you take them for walks and they just sit there at look at you, and the point of a walk is they, well, walk. Not sit.

A few hours ago, I took my Godmother's dog out for a walk. Dylan was pawing at the ground and I took pity (yes, I do have some) and volunteered to take him out. I DON'T KNOW WHY I DID THAT. I just thought I would.

So we were walking, and he dragged me in a completely random path. When I finally begged him to walk correctly, he scoffed at me and sat still. After some groveling from my part, he got of his rumpus and we started walking again. 

Out of nowhere, two cats fell from the sky (nah, I'm just kidding) and they started trotting after Dylan. That just struck me as a bit odd. Never mind, Nigel, the insanity has just begun... I met another handler a ways away, and the maid was with another Golden Retriever. She came up to Dylan and petted me and asked me, "Is this Dylan?" I said, "Yes." Then she continued to say things to Dylan, while me and the cats stood by the wayside. When she said goodbye, Dylan of course got the goodbye.

Continuing on our little jaunt, Dylan took the lead, with me behind, black cat behind me and brown cat behind black cat. Everyone passing by either paid no attention to this strange procession or commented by saying something to whoever he/she was walking with. After awhile, Dylan decided he would just sit down on the grass. So being equally as stubborn, I sat down next to him, and the cats wandered around both of us. Most of the passerbys stroked Dylan and told him(not, of course, me) that he was soooooo cute. 

After a while, black cat wandered close to me and I let my hand out to him. He then did some ritual where he would feint against my hand, stroke his body against it, and bite it, then swipe at it, then rinse and repeat. With Dylan and one side and black cat on the other, I must have been some strange sight. The various groups of people around me ( there were quite a few, teenagers, mothers and children, fathers and children, fathers and teenagers, mother of father, etc.) were looking in the direction of the 'boy-who-could-not-budge-dog-but-could-play-with-cat'. Dylan refused to move, and the cat kept playing with my hand.

After ages, I stupidly realised that if I had unleashed Dylan from his leash, he would run. So I did, and he set off on a trot. I followed after him, the two sinewy felines tracing our steps nimbly. After awhile, I started skipping, so our maniacal troupe started moving at a very odd pace. The cats kept following us, and a third one even joined in. The people must have thought I was some magical fairy dressed in black.

Anyway, what's the point of this post? I realised that people are only attracted to gimmicks. Without Dylan, there would be no cats, and there we be no compliments or odd stares. Seeing a boy walking around at night is nothing special. Seeing a boy with a dog and two cats, however, is something else altogether. I might as well be a fly on the wall, if not for the company of the Great Dylan.

The Residents of 4-4-3, 2009, or Five Minutes to Midnight

Welcome to Room 4-4-3! Accommodating 6 residents, this un-spacious room allows students to stay freakishly close to their school! The room has a poolside view, which comes with 'Angry Coach 1.0', that shouts into a megaphone every morning and afternoon when you try to sleep! Other facilities include roomchecks and 6.30-7.00am, and 11.00-12.00am!

Tennant 1.

Name= Leonardo Lorio

Hometown= Indonesia

Year= 5

Amount of time in the room= 3/10

Physique= Big Build, his left thigh is bigger than his right

Exercises?= Yes

Leonardo plays squash, so he isn't usually in the room. He has been here for quite a while now, so he has many friends, and also leads to him not being in his room. He enjoys watching dramas and movies on his laptop.

Tennant 2.

Name= Song ZeWei

Hometown= Singapore, but lives in Shanghai

Year=5

Amount of time in the room= 8/10

Physique=Short. Shorter than me :P He has tummy fat, but he is not fat.

Exercises=HAHA. Nope. Can't do one pushup.

ZeWei is a freak about anime. He sings out loud with his jap music blasting out of his pathetic Vaio's speakers. He speaks and reads Japanese, as well. Apart from that, he bugs me to borrow my DS, of which he did not bring over from Shanghai. Me and ZeWei share Wi-fi, so I should be grateful, but I'm not, and he always makes some rude comment that makes me tickle him, and he dies screaming. ZeWei also hardly showers, shower a staggering 4 times a week, max.

Tennant 3.

Name=Cho Juno

Hometown=Korea

Year=5

Amount of Time in Room=4/10

Physique= Tall and Lanky

Exercises= He does do some form of exercise, unlike ZeWei

Juno is the captain of our hall, or something like that. He comes back late from prep each night, doing God knows what. He stays at his own house during weekends, and he gets killed by me every time I play Halo with him. He is pretty good at othello, though. 

Tennant 4.

Name= Aw Kai Shin

Hometown=Malaysia

Year= 3

Amount of Time in Room= 5/10

Physique= Not Short, not tall, normally- built

Exercises= Goes for Basketball every alternate day

Kai Shin is the guy I usually talk to in the room, 'cos we're from pretty similar backgrounds. He plays the electric guitar, and he brought his guitars over (one electric, one classical). He's VERY good. Apart from that, he's a pretty well-rounded guy, but I beat him in Chinese Chess. WE kill each other pretty often in Halo, quite equally, but all he does is stay in a stupid vehicle! It's no fair!

Tennant 5.

Name= Nigel Chee

Hometown= Malaysia

Year=3

Amount of Time in Room= 6/10

Physique= Tall, thin

Exercises=Sometimes does that thing where you put your legs in the air, but apart from that, not really.

It's me! Apart from playing the bass, my ds, and my computer, I read, eat and sleep! How interesting! Pink potato!

Tennant 6.

Name=Swapnil Kumar

Hometown= India

Year=3

Amount of Time in Room= 6/10

Physique= Very Thin, medium height

Exercises= Well, we don't see him, but one day he showed us that he's like super flexible, 'cos he did yoga back home

Swapnil is very quiet. He doesn't know how to play Halo properly (Last score= Me,23, Him,0).

He's not very good at chess either. But to make up for that, he is BRILLIANT. He reads pre-calculus in his spare time. He's insane. He's in the gifted programme. Woah.

So there you have it! Come visit room 4-4-3 today!*

*Visitors are not allowed inside the boarding school at all times unless verbal or written permission is obtained from the hallmaster or boarding school office. A security thumbprint is required to enter into the building.