*Crawls to Mr Vostro and loads up Firefox 3 to mai blog*

I’ve just finished summing up my speech for this Wednesday. Hey peeps, I miss you all. What have you been doing? :)

It has been a turmoil this morning because I needed to do so many things at a short period of time but it’s fun and fulfilling at the same time. Now I finally have some peace to sit down and bring you a blog post.

Anyway, I’ve been rushing a lot of paperwork lately. Which means, a hell lot of writing. After going through hell in English class, it struck me pretty hard. Do we REAAAAALLY have to follow the introduction, body, conclusion format to write? What happened to good old fashioned writing in freestyle?

Or, do you agree with an English teacher’s teachings, and follow strictly by the ‘intro, body, conclusion’ rule? I do it, but vaguely.

Every English lesson that I’d ever had is so automated, I think if there wasn’t a free place to express myself, I’d degenerate into a boring old scumbag who can bring you grammatically articulate paragraph that reeks of strict consistency AND boredom. -.-

For a chaborkia who believes in freestyle writing, it’s pretty hard when I see that my expected A in English has a minus attached to it all because I don’t like to follow the conventional method of writing. Maybe it’s my writing, maybe I got carried away? I. Did. Not. Follow. The. Engrand. Rules. And, think it this way - If your essay clashed with thousands of others writing in the mundane format, wouldn’t you give more credit to the kid who made you LOL? Hmmm?

Yes, I prefer to let flow my emotions and effort into writing my passages. It seems absurb, but my high school English teachers are pretty fond of my writing style. But, I got warned time and time again that I need to tone down to meet the ‘formal writing’ requirements. T.T

So boring hor? And now, my latest assignment seems like if I dun use ‘intro, body, conclusion’, will die. And with that GREAT lecturer (you anal-retentive bastard - gender changed to protect the cowardly chaborkia) of mine, it instantly turns from a suicidal death to death sentence. Difference? One is self-induced, one is forced. Urgh.

But I do know it’s a must for a basic skeleton for you to start anything. Just like writing. But I what I am really trying to say is the style, you know what I mean? I’m not good with words lah. *Fakes a shameless blush*

It’s no wonder Malaysians are lacking in the creative department, not saying the people who does wonderful graphics, like the Stadium Astro. That’s a fantastic ad! But those extremely distasteful ads? Puh-leez. Tell me, anyone enjoys our Malaysian advertisements? I don’t. Some, but as a whole, nope. So strict and have to abide by all the rules. Wait, abide by the rules? Yameh? I don’t think so de?

Did anyone see the Olympus camera ad? ‘Never see the sky so blue, wadda wadda…’. That model is apparently shaking her silicone boobies (which I hate so zealously because I don’t have any), trying to distract men from their prayers. Come on, whine so much about REVEALING school uniforms, it’s time to ban this ad, people. Start a protest and share your story about not being able to pray properly, okay? ;)

I shall end this blog post with the above sarcasticly nonchalant statement, without a conclusion. Good night people. ^^

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