REFLECTIONS ON THE WEEK – By George Liu

What I’ve learnt this week:
- Never draw a moustache and two streaks on your face with charcoal.
- Fred + charcoal = not a good idea.
- Never attempt to wipe charcoal off your face using just water and paper towels, especially without a mirror - the aftermath of it is a giant badly shaven beard. And now all you need is sideburns to complete the biker look.
- 30 compressions to 2 breaths – not 15 compressions to one breathe, although they are the same ratio mathematically.
- Eddy is stupid and should go get a financial advisor.
- You can get razor sounds on phones. –“

Quote of the Week:
“ Ahens is reading .. reading .. O_O “
“ Um >__> are you awake? Sorry but you seem half-alseep”
“ A B C D- A B C D- A B C D .. E F G .. “
“ oohh .. ohh .. oohh .. I’m a Barbie girl” – insert robotic sound and starts doing actions –

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Soooo .. as you all know, we all got fried on Monday and Tuesday due to the swim school, in which I still haven’t done the worksheets yet *sweatdrop* ahem .. I mean .. WHAT WORKSHEETS? And since I can’t concentrate when there’s this looming figure sitting in front of me like this:
<- those are hairs ..
=.=

I resort to playing volleyball and wasting the rest of the day away. Yet if you think volleyball is safe – DON’T BE SO SURE .. >___> Perhaps when you wish to play a nice and civilised game of volleyball .. suddenly BOOMCHUCKWAAWAAAH and then you see this really *ahem pro ahem figure jumping slo-mo in the air and then slowly extends their arm in order to smash the ball into the court. You prepare for what is coming and then shakes head in complete utterly shame as the figure mistimes the smash and ends up falling flat on their face while the ball plunges into the net at 3 km a hour. –“ Yes, VERY PRO as you can see.

And still I need to master the art of swimming. Rule Number 1 – Don’t drown. Rule number 2 – if you DO drown, don’t tell Trang to throw the rope LOL.

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The rest of the week kinda just went .. wheeeeeee .. there it goes. Another week closer to holidays =D and .. ehh .. term 4 –“

Damn I hate term 4, and I think everyone’s going to really prepare in the hols since only the people smart enough studied hard in last year’s yearlies. The rest of us kinda went .. meh .. and spent the weekend of week 5 flipping frantically through our messy textbooks trying to cram our entire year’s work into our small, innocent, air-filled minds. And then the night before we a have a post-test trauma on whether kingdom or phylum comes first in the classification of living things, and wondering first or whether relative frequency IS related to frequency at all. *pulls out maths book in the middle of the night and regretting about wasting the hols indulging in ice-cream and having movie marathons.

See what they’re doing to kids these days? And compare us with those other non-selective schools.. like I remember chatting to one of my old school friends last year when I’m suffering severe post-yearlies-itis .. oh wait, it was after yearlies ..yup, that’s right, a week after and we were just talking randomly ..

Me: Mann yearlies were so screwed ..
Her: Nahh mine were easy ..
Me: Did you study?
Her: No.

WHILE THE REST OF US WERE PANICKING OUR ARSES OFF! But I guess it’s really good in a way in which the push us to study. Like I think its all part of peer pressure – the teachers don’t make you – wait, lemme rephrase - they CAN’T make you study, but if you don’t study and go get bottom marks against your classmates, you feel really disappointed and sink even lower when you realise what Liang got for maths. AND besides the fact that you’re dead and your parents are after you mate. Uh-oh ..

Better start running.
xx.
George.