Sunday, December 11, 2005
with a bitter grimace born out of sheer exhaustion ,
blacksheepoo, it's currently 12.59am.. holidays have been rather unproductive. not that i've actually made any effort to do anything worthwhile.. argh.
i was just going through my compo book. obviously ms kang doesn't see the potential in me. all i am to her is just denise CHEONG-the girl who sleeps in class. after all the pain and effort i've gone through to come up with some brilliant essay for her to assess, obviously she's biased AGAINST me. how can other students get As for their frivolous and pompous crap they pass off as essays, while I, denise cheong, get such a mediocre grade. she's being unfair and unjust.
actually, not really. i just like to think that way. haha.
shit. the air con's blasting. my leg feels numb. let's see. i don't know what to blog about any more. =(
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"Denise, vividly described but the story seems incomplete. Why is he climbing out of the window? Flesh out the ending a little more. Number of words?"
tried to hunch; 12:55 AM