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      date: Friday, October 29, 2004 @ 11:35 pm
      title: Finale I: The Last Battle

      Hi. I'm ZHan. This is my blog and i have not been actively uploading. The current time is 2238h, Singapore time.
      Well. I'm writing my last moment, my most nostalgic moments of my life. Looking at the amount of time, I have left to before the Armpit Battle against three thousand students taking 'o' levels, or i think so. I'm do not have much time. I'm not dieing (you dumb). I just need more time to study. that's all.
      Comin' on!! give me a TIME!!!
      Nevermind...

      Holding on to my only weapon to combat those who stood against me and my goal - JC education, I wielded my only dark gel pen: Signore, which I had many that were defeated by the old battle. My 'sword' swept across the white landscape and casted streams of dark curvy lines, violently and impatiently. The mass of the sword felt like thousand pounds and my muscle stretched beyond the horzion, aching and bleeding.
      My senses dulled as my boiling blood swept through my vessels. My head was pounding like never before. That agoney was distorting my corrupted human spirit that dewelled in the frozen throne restlessly.
      My bloodshot eyes stared at the unmistakable foes - those who encricled me with an invisible madness forced them to scribble on the pieces, we were given.They were once my friend, but when they took the 'r' away. They are now my fiend. Everyone that was packed like sardines in the battleground, releasing the demonic aura within themselves to devour any minute sense of friendship lingering in the air.
      Our breathing was unison. The propelling wings of the fans sliced the still air, while groaning and moaning of the machine echoed in the hall. The moisture oozed out from the nozzlesthat were secured on the steel cage, around the monsterous slicers. Due to convection, denser air with the moisture descended like snows on our pale but slightly tanned skin. And due to conduction, the uncontrollable heat emitted from our bodies found its way to water droplets scattered on the surface, and transferred all the heat onto the water molecules. In seconds, the evaporation and the respiration fused together and a convection current was formed about every living body.
      The impatient tapping of the defeated warriors glanced around the hellish examination hall, many gave up before even attempting them as they knew for sure, a defeat was the finale. They fell flat on their desk, with a nostaglic look on their faces. They conceded without a fierce battle as they came unarmed.
      Deans marched in unison, into the hall. They peered at the antique clock situated at the front of the whole army. Not even a second was spared. A deafening gunshot was heard. Pigeon was envisioned flapping their wings to escape the gunshot, with white feathers all scattered solely on their feeding ground. I was terrified.
      " Ladies and Gentlemen. Please put down your pens and remain where you are." A powerfully built and atheltically inclined dean commanded. He gustured his colleagues to scan for any defiance personel and made another announcement." Those who choose not to do so, will be subjected for attempting to cheat." A mixture of disappointed and contented faces rosed, with their writing hand shaking violently. They had did their best.
      Nevertheless, I was too, a victor.