Hello people, erm... English Language has died on Friday; Science has become extinct on Wednesday; History has become history; and same for HCL. Our next enemy - Mathematics. Don't lose hope because you didn't do well for the others, you may fare well for Mathematics. I nearly lost my confidence because of a discourager which I cannot mention as this is not my personal blog and in other words, if I state his name*, it would be a form of discrimination or personal-attack.

Hello? It's the last paper. The final one! Don't give up yet okay? And the ordeal will be over and a celebration will recover the wound. The wound here simply refers to the nights you have worked; how many midnight-oils you have burnt. Like Mrs I-teach-mathematics said, Maths paper (I) is a gift. "We make it easy for the N(A) students for Paper 1," said Mrs Toh, with the hope of inspiring and motivating us to study. But she carries on, "Paper II is not difficult but challenging."

Work hard people, this is the we-paid-attention-and-try-not-sleep-in-class paper. And I would like to post a poem on Tuesday. However, due to time constrain (I'm going K-Box with Keith, Benjamin, Jefferson and Shi Yuan), I've decided to post it here.

Here goes:

Title: After the examinations

Scrambling out of the classroom,
their expressions were not gloom.
It might have been considered a din,
but not that serious as a sin.

All the cheers and excitement,
created much of an amusement.
Just because it ended already,
people whistled with melody.

Oh… it was indeed a joyous event,
not even one showed a single resent.
A celebration could make it nicer,
and all would definitely feel happier.

Rejoice people, it has become history,
there is nothing much more to worry.
We like to say the ordeal is over,
No one could make it better.
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Poet: Demas
About the poet: Ask me personally as it includes some I-think-it-is-too-personal things.

Thanks for your patience for reading my entry.
:) Oh yeah, good luck for your mathematics exam!