Panthera Sapiens Ellipsis: The Blog

Panic stations everybody! The SPM is fast approaching—I’ve only a week or so more to go—and what am I doing? Panicking, of course; and trying to persuade The Pig to go swimming. No, I’m not trying to drag him down with me so that I won’t be the only one in the place to fail my exams; it’s just that I need something to laugh at now that I’m fast approaching insanity, and watching him half-drown himself in the pool will at least amuse me. The weather hasn’t changed; it’s still horribly sunny, which is ironic given the general mood of the local Form Five population. I only wish for a little rain; it would make walking home from school so much more enjoyable! Incidentally, I’m supposed by some people to have really big biceps by now due to lugging my extra-large bag around everywhere. Unfortunately, they’re wrong. I don’t know what I did wrong, but my arms are still about the diameter of a really thin, dried-up stick. The teachers have been unloading practice questions and last-min

The weather is simply rotten these days. Sunny, windy, not a hint of rain anywhere—the tank in the back is getting seriously depleted. Not really, of course. It’s only been sunny a couple of days, and it’s a 600-or-so gallon tank. In any case, though, I hope the monsoon brings more rain my way. It is still supposed to be monsoon season, after all. I just consolidated my status as English King of the Class with yet another A in an English subject. I think I may have gloated a little too much, though: the charitable classmate may not be feeling quite so charitable towards me for another day or so (she got about 10 marks less than I did, and I’m afraid I rubbed it in a little too much. Same goes for Kelvin and the Pig, etc; I got the highest marks in the class, and like Herr Robson, I rubbed it in well). Speaking of Herr Robson, we got a form yesterday to fill in. There was a section to fill in with ‘Contributions You Made to the School’, and he filled it in with—you’ll never guess—all

I just got my English Literature results back from my teacher, and I got the second highest results in the class! (First spot in my own school; there are only two students from my school taking this subject, and I beat her by three whole percent.) This is kind of surprising to me, considering that I only started the tuition class in June—four months after the rest of the class. Maybe I just have this weird affinity for bombastic writing. Seriously, I mean it. After all, I’ve read tonnes of books, including Lewis Carroll (the guy was the original nutty professor), C. S. Lewis (the Narnia series etc.,), Victor Hugo (Les Miserables and The Hunchback of Notre Dame), Eoin Colfer (the Artemis Fowl series), Oscar Wilde (The Picture of Dorian Gray), Charlotte Bronte (Jane Eyre), Jane Austen (Pride and Prejudice and Emma), Chang Jung (Wild Swans), J. K. Rowling (duh), David Eddings (the Silmarrillion series), Agatha Christie (the Poirot cases and the Miss Marple series etc.), and Arthur Conan

It appears that certain people have a problem with cleanliness—tenants. I’ve a house that has been rented out to various people for the last three years, and I’ve decided that upon renting houses, most people lose all sense of hygiene and begin breeding a plethora of pests. Cockroaches are a prime incidence: I just went to clean out the house after the last tenant ran out on us without even saying goodbye (it appears that tenants also have no manners), and the kitchen was a veritable zoo of mould, algae and roaches in small, medium or large sizes. It reminds me of a line I read somewhere: “The house had hot and cold running roaches”! Oh, and the tenants even had the gall to leave their bills behind for us to pay. I must say that I hope that (with apologies to all anti-racist groups out there) that the Muslims who thus treated my house will get a taste of their own medicine soon. Or on second thought, make that a double dose. You can’t be too cruel to people who use your bedroom walls a