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Monday, 10 September 2007

F*** Binomial Theorem

Yesterday I didn't do much 'cept for my homework, which is still not finished (f*** Binomial Theorem). I spent the whole afternoon watching TV and playing the computer then I went downstairs to cut my hair. I came back and messed around a bit more, then I ate dinner and did my homework (f*** Binomial Theorem) 'till 1 am and I only finished that f****** Binomial Theorem (f*** Binomial Theorem).

I remember that one time Mrs Jasmine Koh talked about her trip to Thailand during the monsoon season. I wrote a story base on that. However it is not complete. It just ends with the "To be continued..." words.

Comment and rate it. I NEED to get into Constellation. I realised that I had to improve on my storyline. It has waaay too many plotholes. Overall it's a bit lame
. But bear with it.

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A Geographical Story: The Monsoon
The rain thundered against the window panes. Lightning flashed across the dark sky. The thunder repetitively disturbed the eardrums of an irritated person, who had begun to regret coming to Thailand to spend the holidays.

Jasmine got off the mite-infested bed and went to the toilet. Step after step she shuddered as her body tried to stay warm. She finally sat down on the toilet bowl, very slowly. She was worried, frustrated and uncomfortable. The switch from a five-star to a two-star hotel had angered her. She thought of how she landed herself in such a state, ignoring the monsoon warnings and getting herself trapped in Thailand, or to be exact, an island in Thailand.

And during that split second of that thought she nearly swore.

And usually, when she swears, the amplitude would be enough to rattle the windows of her house.

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“What’s the hurry?” Tom said irritably. The sun could be hardly seen in the thunderstorm.

“Don’t you want to go back to Singapore? You do, don’t you? So we’re going down to try our luck. And pack too, just in case,” Jasmine frowned at him.

“You think this island is a huge 4D outlet? Let me tell you something. I have never seen someone who teaches Geography so ignorant of the monsoon climate here in Thailand. At the rate this rain is going we will never be able to get home until next year.” Her husband retorted.

“You said it, I didn’t. And if we don’t try our luck it will be definite that we will never get home ‘till next year. What’s more, I’m positive that we will get home today. Why not we make a bet? If we get home today, then you will give me S$1000!” She spoke with authority.

“So you want to place a bet with me, fine!” Tom flung his clothes down on to the bed. “I don’t even care if you are Margaret Thatcher. From what I see, the rain will never stop and eventually we will be taking a boat back to the mainland.”

“How can you use this type of tone on me? I am your wife!”

“And I am your husband!”

“The wife has more authority! Now pack up and hurry before I make sure you end up staying inside the monsoon for a year!”

They never stopped quarreling even when they have arrived at the lobby. By the time they stopped everyone was staring at them.

Suddenly the lobby went quiet. No one was moving except for a man in uniform, “Jasmine and Tom [insert surname here]?” Two nods. Then, “You are to take the first flight back to Singapore. Please pa- Oh I see that you are ready. Please come this way.”

Jasmine grinned at her husband and followed the staff to the door, not before complaining how soggy the carpet was.

To be continued…

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Yeah... That's all for the moment. But I just wanna say one more thing...

F*** Binomial Theorem.

*[[ To be continued... ]]*
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