Again.

Wednesday, March 4, 2009, 10:17 PM

OK, so today was my third day at QMSC, and also the day where I have EL tuition. The retarded tuition. I shall start on tuition first. If I reminisce about all the funny things that have happened in the past, say, 2 hours, I think that I will be typing until this thing has reached its limit and I still won't be done. So I'm just going to point out a few things that made me sit up and take note of... Firstly, since we were talking about respect that day, we were asked for definitions of it -.-''. And two of them, which were by the way approved of, were 'Treat them like you treat yourself', and 'Needs to be earned'. So, obviously, (this is for the Sec2 Guides, only they'll know what I mean...)The ma'ams don't respect us, because they don't even do that! But then, whether I like it or not, Guides is part of my life now (T.T) so I just have to live with it... But that doesn't mean I can't complain. Right? On to QMSC. I learnt how to play Chinese Chess today, thanks to Elaine's snooping skills and Alison's Chinese Chess prowess! So the first game, Alison totally pwned Elaine, but the second game, when Valerie came, and I was playing against Elaine, they seemed like they pwning me and Alison... But then lunch time came! And Elaine never got to laugh at us for losing:) Yay. And then for lunch we went to Macdonalds, and Alison bought the McWings and we each got free McWings (one each) because she couldn't finish it... It was too spicy. I have no idea how she would survive outside... Then we all went home, and we both missed Panda! Panda was so nice to hug and torture and to use a tool to slap each other... Well I shall go to sleep now, I hope that no one finds their way here >D. Especially not my EL Tuition teacher, she'd die of the horrible language I use over here, haha.

As the rain pours

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A Whiting and A Snail-Lewis Carroll
‘Will you walk a little faster?’ said a whiting to a snail.
‘There’s a porpoise close behind us, and he’s treading on my tail.
See how eagerly the lobsters and the turtles all advance!
They are waiting on the shingle - will you come and join the dance?
Will you, won’t you, will you, won’t you, will you join the dance?
Will you, won’t you, will you, won’t you, won’t you join the dance?

‘You can really have no notion how delightful it will be
When they take us up and throw us, with the lobsters, out to sea!’
But the snail replied ‘Too far, too far!’ and gave a look askance -
Said he thanked the whiting kindly, but he would not join the dance.
Would not, could not, would not, could not, would not join the dance.
Would not, could not, would not, could not, could not join the dance.

‘What matters it how far we go?’ his scaly friend replied.
‘There is another shore, you know, upon the other side.
The further off from England the nearer is to France -
Then turn not pale, beloved snail, but come and join the dance.
Will you, won’t you, will you, won’t you, will you join the dance?
Will you, won’t you, will you, won’t you, won’t you join the dance?’

Wednesday, March 4, 2009, 10:17 PM