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Saturday, August 11, 2012
Gomenasai! @ 22:04

File:Akhilleus Patroklos Antikensammlung Berlin F2278.jpg
That is Achilles (in the Iliad). He's my least favorite character.

Last Friday, I was planning to make a blog post yet again. Although laziness (I told you it was very terminal) towed me towards the bed and I slept long and hard.

It was a funny story, my Friday morning and my Thursday evening. It was probably the most stressful and confusing moment of my life. Last Thursday evening, we received news from Mayor Lim that all public school students (from elementary to high school) are suspended from school. Private school admins' decision are kept to their discreet.

My batchmates, schoolmates, and of course, classmates, were devastated (of course we were, who wouldn't be?) Before you ask, my school (which is also kept discreet) is very strict. Talk about all students wearing ponytails after nine, commuters are to leave the premises at dismissal time, etc. We get that a lot and we're used to it.

And we also have exams too. Oh God, that was the worst cramming of my life. Our school announced that classes will continue as well as the exams. So, at the strike of 8:47PM, we worked our way to our History books and read like we've never read before.

Literature and History was the exams to be taken, and I assure you, that it was not fair. Considering that we had to read Iliad (a long-ass story written by Homer) and read four chapters of the Roman Civilization, its decline, the Medieval, and the Byzantine Empire, it wasn't exactly the most peaceful night of our lives.

That is my messy bedroom. Excuse the extreme purpleness of it all.
I'm a used-to crammer, and I cram a lot. (I'm actually cramming right now) I wasn't actually prepared for this. Using the internet as my guide and stealing reviewers online, I prepped myself for eternal damnation.

That's a picture of my bedroom, and it's a damn mess!

And that's not even the half of it! My bed (which I forgot to take a picture of) was clattered with useless papers, yellow pads, a bright yellow highlighter, my Perry book (that's our slang for, "History Book"), hand-outs, long tests that are mixed all together (there was even a math long test there and how it ended up there was a mystery), and half-eaten crackers. It was a really messed up night.

During the review of History, I was suddenly tempted to look at the iPad next to my so soft pillows (I was also tempted to sleep). My friend, Danica, thought it would be a good idea to study together using Skype. For future preferences, I advice you NOT to do that. (And I blame Danica wholly) because it will take up some time, considering the buffering videos and the blurry voices through the internet, and you will be tempted to look at other stuffs (hint, hint, TWITTER). After a good thirty minutes, we decided that it was not such a good plan.

Considering the thirty minutes that I wasted, I went back to History and tried to sum everything all up. (But to be honest with you guys, I only remembered the Byzantine empires and the bad emperors of Rome.) Foolishly thinking that History was well-reviewed (it wasn't), I skipped my way through Literature, reading Iliad at SparkNotes.

The Iliad is an epic poem written by Homer in the time of the Greeks. It features several main characters, my favorites being Hector and Paris. Hector and Paris are brothers, they both fight for the country of Troy. Paris, is my least favorite of the two brothers. He is actually pretty caught up since he is younger and in love.
Before, when Paris was way younger, he was called to act of judgement. He was to decide who was the fairest among the three major goddesses (Athena, Hera, and Aphrodite). He chose Aphrodite because she made a deal with him; she promised him, that she will give whoever beautiful mortal to him and him only. Of course he wouldn't refuse, he was a man after all. And now (present time) he stole the most beautiful woman in all of Greece, Helen, all thanks to Aphrodite. Helen is the wife of the King of Trojans (Troy's enemy). So because of Paris, Troy and the Trojans are now in war. Again. (They were in war, but Hector successfully created peace amongst them. But since Paris stole the Trojans' queen... You get the picture right?)

My least favorite character is Achilles. He is a major ass (please excuse the term). He's strong, stubborn, and has a pretty stupid weakness. His weakness is his heal (hence the term, "Achilles Heal") because apparently, before he was born, he was dipped in some sort of liquid that would make him indestructible. And while he was being dipped, his heal was held, so that is why, his heal is his weakness.

That was all I learned before I snoozed to bedtime. Woke up at two, slept at three and woke up again at six. Lucky me, if it weren't for my dad I would be late.

Or so I thought.

Apparently classes were suspended. (You wouldn't believe my tiredness and my anger at that time). Mayor Lim announced it at 5:30AM and my school announced it at, let's say 6:30AM.

You wouldn't believe how I slept so calmly that dawn.

Till next time.

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