lo... sigh.. its just crazy today... man...
actually why do people say man? why not women? but anyway... today was lit and eng paper... gosh my hand felt like chopped off after lit... first was english was quite okay but my paper was quite screwed cos i kept forgettin to leave lines... but oh well:)

then was our one hour forty five min break:) it was sorta awesome yet not so awesone cos you know you're gonna die writin durin lit soon.... but anw. we had an hour of self studying...
apparently the definition of self studying is you by your lonely self sitting on your desk mugging through literature(??!!) but really, whats there to mug about lit? i mean yea we knew the passage would be bout a battery hen... but after reading it for like thousands of times... there's hardly any point studyin it anymore... so we modified the definition of self study and i went to jestellynn' s desk to study with her...okay maybe we played some... okay okay so we talked and played alot... guess what we did lo? we changed the battery hen poem into a song!!!! the melody is from say it again ( marie digby) its quite awesome actually... okay somaybe we weren't really studying but doing that song was fun(!!)

here is our lit poem:
okay wait... thats' quite bad... no... thats really quite bad... turns out...

THE POEM BY PAM AYRES IS ALREADY A SONG!!! AND MY LITERATURE TEACHER DIDN'T LET US KNOW!!! and goodness look at the song... man... its got cluck cluck in it even.....

ok anw, here's the poem:

oh, i am a battery hen, on me back there`s not a germ,
i never scratched a farmyard, and i never pecked a worm.
i never had the sunshine to warm me feathers through.
eggs i lay. every day, for the likes of you.

when you has them scrambled, piled up on your plate,
it`s me what you should thank for that. i never lays them late,
i always lays them reg`lar, i always lays them right,
i never lays them brown, i always lays them white.

but it`s no life for a battery hen. in me box i`m sat,
a funnel stuck out from the side, me pellets comes down that.
i gets a squirt of water, every half a day,
watchin`with me beady eye, me eggs roll away.

i lays them in a funnel, strategically placed,
so that i don`t kick `em and let them go to waste.
they rolls off down the tubing and up the gangway quick,
sometimes i get to thinkin`, "that could have been a chick!"

i might have been a farmyard hen, scratchin` in the sun,
there might have been a crwod of chicks after me to run.
there might have been a cockerel fine tp pay us his respects,
instead of sittin`here, till someone comes and wrings our necks.

i see the time and motion clock is sayin`nearly noon.
i `spec me squirt of water will come flyin` at me soon,
and then me spray of pellets will nearly break me leg,
and i`ll bite the wire nettin` and lay one more bloody egg.

and then halfway through the literature paper, i suddenly felt really bad for eating chicken during reccess...
and then suddenly i felt so mad at the people who were mistreatin this poor chicken.. i was so mad that i started to get carried away and began scribbling furiously on reasons why the people should not treat the hen in such a cruel way.. i think i got too carried away though... cos now thinking of what i wrote... its very "kua zhang" as in too extremely over dramatic.. i used the words inhuman and tormenting and torturing and oh my...
i wrote and wrote and suddenly remembered that i had only forty minutes to write like a gazzilion words and paragraphs and went like shoot and furiously went to the next question... in the end i managed to just finish on time. but i didn do the last essay's conclusion...which is optional... wait no.. i HOPE its optional....

oh well.. tmr is chinese and history... and i don't think i'll pass history..i'll suddenly forget all the gaziilion facts about government and what not...oh... this friday i hope jestellynn can come over and we'll pig out and watch movies and act like our exams never happened and that there was no such thing as studying in the world. :)))

okay.. i gotta go.. er eat... hey eating is essential to life okay. it's important and no, i'm not eatinfg fried rice.. okok lo

caramel and apples