Hey Im Sing Yee...

Hey i finally have another blog after my old one died! (kinda lost interest in it after one post)...anyway, so glad to be here, and Hey to u Mrs Nathan and everyone else! As a first entry...I'll make it as uncliched and unboring as possible...

I'll be honest with everyone. I would never have touched a blog(of my own) in the forseeable future had not been for my English and Social Studies teachers forcing me to do this...but hey, I can learn to love it...this is fun i guess, and lets ignore the fact that my blog name and URL isn't exactly cheerful. But i digress(gosh do people still talk like that?).

Right. I'm not into politics, nor do I especially respect those who live their lives by politics("oh I absolutely LOVE the way you speak so and so","Omigosh that lesson was absolutely useful!"). Quite the opposite i guess. but thats okay, considering the fact that my dear teachers specifically told us not to do that in our essays...

I guess its time to do some reflection of my day...(or certain parts of it, heh heh). Oh my its soooo slow typing with that irksome message popping up every minute or so stating the obvious fact "Your disc space is running out of space", I mean, helloooo, maybe--just maybe--the fact that i havnt put in anything for like, a month indicate that--*gasp*-- im actually aware of that? But I digress again. Hmm where was I? Oh right reflections. here goes before I launch into another one of my ramblings.

Weeeell. Lets just say that I'm not a big fan of school life(yes, I'm a student..if u havnt figured this out, READ THE SECOND PARAGRAPH AGAIN). However- I'm quite surprised that i suddenly realise this now-I actually do like some classes. I find myself looking forward to the oh-so-dry English lessons! THIS, my dears, is NOT a politically correct answer...Ok, it is, but it is from the bottom of my heart(cross my heart and....something...)...Okay you get my drift.

Today we read a personal narrative by Russell Baker (Russell who?) on becoming a writer. Oh and the title's "On Becoming a Writer"(surprise surprise). Baker writes about being repelled by English at first, but falling in love with it after his essay, written at first for sheer pleasure, was heavily showered with praises. It opened the door to writerdom for him. The last sentnce was "After that I ranked Mr Fleagle among the finest teachers in the school."(in case you were wondering, Mr Fleagle was a gentlemanly, boring--notice how the two go hand in hand so often?--English teacher) Why was this a satisfactory conclusion? Well I guess its because it seems politically right(god I hate that phrase), and doesn't everyone love a happy ending? Okay okay i'll try not to be so shallow. In my opinion, I think that this actually resolves his issues with disliking his poor teacher, but by liking this teacher, he is also accepting English as a likeable subject(and parents would freak if they thought Baker still didn't like the teacher after all that he has done). What I admire is the casual, effortless way he seems to flow through events, and he devoted 4 out of 15 paragraphs to one event--the revelation of Baker's essay as being an quote: 'essence of essays'. He talks about the essays effect on others, how the teacher praised him, and how he himself felt. This reinforces the main point of the essay really well, without boring the reader(further).

Okay, I'll be honest. I don't really like the great classics...by classic I mean written by authors above the age of sixty. Russell Baker, therefore(in my mind at least), writes classics. I didn't especially find the narrative dreary, nor did i particularly enjoy it.

Oh right, when my teacher asked if anyone was interested in becoming a writer, I raised my hand, then realised it was true--I did want to be a writer. Nevermind the fact that writing isn't particularly profitable...or the fact that I also want to be a veterinarian(animals watch out!). Ah well, guess I don't have to choose now.

Well, if you hung in there until now, I am truly, eternally grateful to you. If you had have of my opinion towards SHORT blog entries, let alone my errr essay, you would have taken one look at the first word and fled. and, knowing that you probably took half the time i took to write this, well, you have used up yet another 8 minutes of your life. Do leave your comments on my writing skills(I'm having second thoughts already). Wait, do I even have a tagboard? Omg someone HELP ME...well, better scarper before I freak out. Hope to see you again(you know what i mean)! Ooh social studies homework...