Day 1- eoys

The English examinations for Paper 1 and 2 are officially over, that is, the compos and compres. Exceptionally okay, it went pretty well. A little more nervous about the odious topic of science though. And if you are wondering why I am actually posting during the examinations, it's just a simple way to distress after day of examinations, probably a way to ease the load before a 3 h mugging session. For letter writing, the task of writing to the director of an old folks home wasn't much of a tall task. I think I manage to encapsulate all I needed to score well. I think. Talking and elaborating about the experience gained from the elderly and such... Pretty smooth so far. Then six topics to chose from for the narrative, a large spread of topics. But the pay-off iis that 3 of them are of one category and so are the other 3. Decided between either, then went on to write a story about how me and my buddy Tom (so cliche) running away from this bully, Timothy(Spare me, says the teacher), until we have to hop into this raging river, or dangerous waters, as the introductory sentence of the topic put it. That was a little dicey, 'cause I regrettably haven't written a lot of essays like this one, so the vocab bank was slowly running dry. Hey, one hour to write a narrative? I did all I could.
A short 20 minutes break later, and it was time to take down the comprehension. Personally, I feared the summary a little more, but fortunately for me, it was manageable. Simple farmland story, questions questions, summary, then 15 minutes of blank staring. Nothing I couldn't handle. One thing though. Never really bothered to read the instructions, so instead of leaving 3 lines in between each question I went along with the usual one. Initially wanted to re-copy everything, but with 15 minutes left breathing down my neck, you know, just thought to myself heck with it. Hope nothing goes wrong there.
So, tomorrow, the 9th, time for science. Hopefully I can sneak in an A1. Toodle doo.

Mousehunt

Recently, for our principal dialogue session, we had discussed the regulation of facebook, but particularly the passive game Mousehunt. For the paltry minority who don't know, its basically a passive game where you get to "sound the hunters horn every 15 minutes", before one of the following consequences appear in your "hunter's journal" (an account of your every action, such as mice caught) : You've caught a mouse./Your cheese has gone stale./You were pillaged by the mouse.
Although I myself do not understand the allure of getting oneselves hands on a rodent, I am sad to say I have the title of Grandmaster. It's pretty funny to find yourself an exceptionally good player at something you don't quite understand yourself. Is it the user-friendly interface? The self-achievement one gets from that four-limb animal that we call in reality a pest? Or simply the peer pressure? Of course, I'm no addict. To me, it's just some trend that will blow over from time to come (I hope). Probably,in the near future, comments like "Mousehunt is damn lame leh" or Mousehunt nia!"(for my class only) would be incessantly rained down by classmates on the unsuspecting hunter who audibly, and proudly announced his newly caught mouse. Fingers crossed of course, because its fan base is growing to epic proportions.
Real gold for fake gold. In the main page of the game, there is -quite largely displayed- a oblong blue button with the words "DONATE" written in that medieval font, whatever its called. I'm pretty sure many a times the fatuous Mousehunter has, out of inquisition, clicked the button and found out about the wonders and rewards that await the respective Mousehunter if he or she so generously decides to offer that $10-$50 to the developers. Not worth it. What's the point of having a pocket full of "Superbrie" (supposedly the god of all cheese) when such money can go to better uses, such as charity? Even stuffing yourself silly to a hearty $10 meal beats 1000 pieces of worthless, prism-shaped packs of data.
Anyway, for those mugging right now, all the best for EOYs. And please, don't sound the hunters horn(Yes, it might be tempting)!