date: Sunday, March 2, 2008
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Was reading Mr Quek's (yes, despite all that had been said and done, I still respect him with more respect than almost any other teacher, and therefore not call him by his name) blog, and came across his posts about his short stories on Atlantis.
I was seriously awed by his language and way of writing. It was practically the perfect prose: -fluency is flawless -satire, if any is so subtle yet so pronounced -the vocabulary, needless to say, is ownage But I do suppose you should expect something of that quality from a person who won an award for GP in JC and won the Commonwealth Essay Competition.
For those of you who don't know, winning an award for GP (General Paper) in JC is uber difficult, and winning the Commonwealth Essay Competition means defeating opponents from primarily English-speaking countries i.e. caucasians.
Yesh indeed, all his works have inspired me to continue writing on my story that I was trying to put together, and all the poems that have surfaced but returned to the depths of my mind...but before I leave, here's a little rhyme my friend told me. It's quite sick...you have been warned:
Old MacDonald sat on a bench Playing with his balls and a monkey wrench The wrench got hot and burned his balls He went to the kitchen to cool it down The knife fell down and sliced his balls He went to the hospital for a checkup But lightning struck and zapped his balls He went to the doctor and the doctor said: "I'm sorry sir, your balls are dead."
Heh heh...yeah, I think I will be putting up another blog...for short stories and poems etc. Thanks Mr Quek! (if you actually read my blog, which I highly doubt)
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