Masterpiece Me

You know what sucks? Sitting in front of the computer, fingers on the keyboard all geared up to write some masterpiece.. and then the li'l ol' brain decides to do a runner and conk out on you. Now THAT really sucks.

I don't know how I wrote a 3 1/2 page long essay on clothes yesterday. Without writing a draft. I amaze myself sometimes. And NO. I am not being big-headed. Really. Because right now, I cannot think of ANYTHING to say. Which is why I'm rambling on. Again.

Back to essay. I wish I could remember what it is I wrote! And to think that I'll never see head or tail of that paper again. Now if only they had given us 2 hours 30 mins for our essay instead of a lousy 1 hour 45 mins (the time for the comprehension paper is the former; go figure) I would have at least had time to copy down my main points so that the essay doesn't disappear into oblivion.

Hey, I take great pride in my essays. Especially the one I wrote about David for the mid-term. Now, it would have been a great essay about my brother - if I'd actually SAID it was about my brother! I think the teacher nearly went into cardiac arrest. Elaine with a 15 year old. How sweet.

But hey. It got me full marks. As did the one on Malaysian teenagers turning away from our culture and being influenced by the West. Heehee. I really have the knack of sounding like a rheumy, naggy old grandmother.

"Malaysian teenagers have lost the respect that our parents had for their elders."

HAH! Me friends were rolling on the floor, I tell you. Well, not literally. The classroom floor is too dirty to be rolled on. No one does duty unless we're yelled at by a string of different teachers at any one day. Teehee.

Damn.

Nostalgia ain't good, baby! :(