Mood Mourning
Craves NO TUITION and Ko-Kurikulum
Today is a day of mourning for me. Dress in black and put on the veils, people cause the Sea-Monkeys of house 80, BU**/* (censored!) have disappeared.
It all started with a call from my sister while I was strolling along 1 Utama after school. She reported the demise of my tankful of Sea-Monkeys. (It's not actually
MY Sea-Monkeys, but my brother's. =D) Anyways, she said that the tank was perpetually empty with only a few drops of water left. My Mum then took the opportunity to inform me that my brother goes roving around the house at night when he can't sleep and when the fake electronic drum-set fails to provide him with the slumber-inducing vibes. So, that shall be suspect
numero uno.
After a particularly shabby-looking T-Shirt at the U2 store made my Mum think of my dear ol' Daddy, she mentioned that my Dad was going about the whole morning moaning about a stomach ache.
Let me take this opportunity to inform you that in order to cultivate the growth of these so-called Sea-Monkeys, which are in fact a hybrid of Brine Shrimp, a special formula is required to purify the water for their habitat and to speed up the growing process. So, there are not only these little prawn-like organisms living inside of the tank, but unknown chemicals blended into the water. (Not to mention all the...emm...bodily waste.)
My Dad reportedly consumed some alchohol last night which rendered him semi-concious of his actions. So, it is not a surprise if it is known that he consumed the whole tank of Sea-Monkeys, which was right then located at my study table. He might have been thirsty and had been too lazy to de-arm the alarm and go downstairs for a glass of water.
So, suspect number two: Daddy. Who conveniently had a stomach ache right now to grant him an express ticket to a lifetime of guilt. =)
There, I rest my case.
Anyways, I had to attend some stupid idiotic hour of Sports Houses' Meeting today, at school. Really suck-ish. Let me summarize the whole hour of moping and half-naps with two words: Selvamani Sucks. That should do. It's understood.
Physics was no joke. And the fact that our teacher doesn't encourage questions asked has placed a heavier burden on my shoulder. PLUS, her teaching skills are horrendous. So, tuition on Monday isn't such a bad idea at all if I want to obtain my A's.
For English this year, we would have to do presentations for our Oral Examinations. *grins. My
forte! Not joking nor bragging. I'm used to doing it for my English Tutor ever since I was Four. It was some London Examination or something like that, and certificates, PRICELESS certificates were issued. So, hehe...
Joke of the Day: Brian a.k.a Bra, as I call him, has officially labeled my book bag a
Water Closet. The nerve of him! He has prided himself in decoding the 'WC' initials tucked somewhere in the nooks of my bag. Some label, I presume. *snorts.
I have spoken much today. With proper vocab and all save a few semi-vulgar words here and there. I'm actually more comfortable with this style of writing. It makes me seem like a well-educated student with a brilliant mind. I SHOULD do this more often. =)
My dear friend, Cynthia has her blog opened. Visit her
here and read her perfect English.
Ta and Au Revoir!