prelims just started. i am hardly halfway here nor there, which puts me in a truly unique position. if i do well, i'm smart. if i don't, i'll just say i didn't study. but the level of difficulty of the tests are really laughable. bloody easy. i think i can get a B for physics. i hope it'll shoot up to an A though. haha.
ok enough bragging and wishful thinking and elevating myself. compared to my class in secondary school, phew! blown away by their hard work and sheer genius man.
anyway my physics teacher had some personal problems, so she couldn't see our class through till after the prelims. hope she comes back though, she's a very good teacher and just, nice. so, you can't just throw my class into the deep end of the pool, although by this time, we should be comfortably threading water. to be blunt and frank, my class's stupid. anyway no matter how good the class is, the school will still employ a relief teacher. and what do we get? the best of the lot!
name: WT, L
teaches: nothing. or at least how to be as screwed up as him.
talks: nonsense. and everything that can be found on the answer sheet.
to think i even thought he did the bloody questions himself. he just bloody copies the answers on the board. damn, it's exactly like paying 200bucks for tuition. even though i've not been to tuition before, i think it's a bloody waste of time and especially waste of money (200 is the market rate right?). anyway that's how i view it. waste of time.
he's screwed up. laughs to himself. and just screwed up. useless.
i didn't do my tutorials (as usual) so he asked me and 2others to stand up. all i did while stnading up was to take the chance to study the tutorial i was supposed to be doing, albeit standing up. unlike the other screwed up classmate having fun answering the big screwed up's questions.
haha so anyway, the 2nd tutorial came and i still hadn't done my work. and even if i did, i wouldn't wnat to go for his lessons. bloody hell some teacher mistook our class for his, so my friend called my friend who was ponning with me, so we went up. nahbeh false alarm. we decided to wait to see if S Up would come but we saw him looking at us from far, so alamak cannot pon. anyway he came in and asked if i did the work. so he asked me in a real screwed up way, 'so can u stand at the back of the class?'
obviously i can! but i don't want to. nothing to gain by listening in also. so i asked if i could get out of the class. he asked me why? is it becoz i can't catch anything he's saying? ya ya ya ya to all that so pheeeeeeeeeeew i was out of the class.
so anyway the last day of lessons was on friday and the only tutorial was physics. haha only 10people came to school that day and only 4took physics. damn screwed. i was really really really deciding on going to his class, just the 4of us and all of usasaying we didn't do or bring our work. haha. then we all walk out together. HAHAHAHA man i tell u! in the end no one turned up, i tihnk. HAHAHA. but i wish my plan was carried out though. haha bastard.
ok anyway happy teachers' day. shit man i was among the less than handful of year2s in school today.
Wednesday, August 30, 2006
Saturday, August 26, 2006
like father, like son
let me tell you a really sad story. it's a story about bums in singapore and how they will never ever climb the social ladder and remain what they are: bums. i'm not talking about the bums the ladies have. i'm not talking about the buns BreadTalk sells. (hyper inflated prices, in my opinion.) i'm talking about lazy bums. not the lazy bones you and me (mostly me) will occasionally have but the real bums. their mission in life? bumm their way through it. and i tell you, i'm thankful for them, because they make up the cushion in society, so that you and me may piss and shit on them. and should we ever fall from grace, there's a limit; them.
they story is about a boy and his growing up years, from the perspective of an outsider, me. the story is also about family, which you will come to know about later. this story is about a boy named willy, or whatever it is. i never got around to actually asking him but i'll tell you later how i got to know his name. the story about willy, or dicky, or penis, is a touching tale about modern day hooliganism set in the bustling town of clementi. wow i just set up a real touching plot a la jack neo's pao ba, haizi (run, you kid!). we'll see. hahahahaha.
little willy was a willy. a fucking pain in the ass. if you ever have a willy in the ass, some of you may feel pleasure but with the exceptions of Great Anal Yahoos!, most guys won't like it. and he was a mighty prick when he was so small in primary school. i was a few years older and in the same school. i don't know how i got to recognise him and i assure you i'll be ashamed if i ever got to know him. i think it's mainly because that bloody prick acts as if he's a big fuck and being fatter (therefore bigger even if you're taller), he can bully others. we're talking micro calibration here because it's all still in primary school. so big bully bitch has people always screaming his name, 'willy willy willy!' come to think of it, i don't know if they're insulting him but he responded to that name. so willy he shall be!
that son of a bitch doesn't know his station. he can fucking dare to come up to me in an aggressive manner and start taunting me. for those of you who know my name, it's easy to make fun of it. but that's not the point. the point is that he fucking dares to do it. me being bigger in size and age and he dares it? damn lucky i'm not aggresive or i'll have a criminal record now. so everytime i see him, it's animosity. where's the love y'all? so people grow and gorw. he grows up, vertically and sideways. i graduate from primary school but i still see him around the neighbourhood.
fast forward to this year. we're all grown up. he bigger, fatter and definitely one of the 'brothers'. you know what i mean. those bums bumming around doing what they do best which is nothing and wasting their fathers' money. i would be sympathetic and feel for their parents but the truth is that the younger tan is the exact replica of the older tan. here's to back it up.
my uniform is not reallyn know in my neighbourhood. so when i was walking home with my freshly purchased you tiao and salivating, i heard someone call out, 'hey brother' in that really reeeeeeeeeeealy irritaing tone which we always hear. i looked up. guess what? i saw older willy!!!! it doesn't take a DNA sample to identify the older and younger versions as being related. not when their faces are exactly the same 'beat me up' type. it's exactly the same! i would have mistaken him for willy's twin if he didn't look so much older!!!!!!!
so that bastard continued, with me wondering if he was talking to me, 'monitor ar? prefect ar?'
yes he's talking to me. but i ignored him. then classic, 'you got 2dollar?'
2dollarS. not 2dollar. and when he asked me for that amount, there was even a numerical handsign to illustrate it! you know the v for vitctory sign? yeah that's the 1. and he even smiles that cheesy smile with his hand just his mouth level. damn corny.
fuck you, you bloody bum. no wonder your son is like. it's a vicious cycle, i tell you. and oh, i didn't even bother to speak to him.
they story is about a boy and his growing up years, from the perspective of an outsider, me. the story is also about family, which you will come to know about later. this story is about a boy named willy, or whatever it is. i never got around to actually asking him but i'll tell you later how i got to know his name. the story about willy, or dicky, or penis, is a touching tale about modern day hooliganism set in the bustling town of clementi. wow i just set up a real touching plot a la jack neo's pao ba, haizi (run, you kid!). we'll see. hahahahaha.
little willy was a willy. a fucking pain in the ass. if you ever have a willy in the ass, some of you may feel pleasure but with the exceptions of Great Anal Yahoos!, most guys won't like it. and he was a mighty prick when he was so small in primary school. i was a few years older and in the same school. i don't know how i got to recognise him and i assure you i'll be ashamed if i ever got to know him. i think it's mainly because that bloody prick acts as if he's a big fuck and being fatter (therefore bigger even if you're taller), he can bully others. we're talking micro calibration here because it's all still in primary school. so big bully bitch has people always screaming his name, 'willy willy willy!' come to think of it, i don't know if they're insulting him but he responded to that name. so willy he shall be!
that son of a bitch doesn't know his station. he can fucking dare to come up to me in an aggressive manner and start taunting me. for those of you who know my name, it's easy to make fun of it. but that's not the point. the point is that he fucking dares to do it. me being bigger in size and age and he dares it? damn lucky i'm not aggresive or i'll have a criminal record now. so everytime i see him, it's animosity. where's the love y'all? so people grow and gorw. he grows up, vertically and sideways. i graduate from primary school but i still see him around the neighbourhood.
fast forward to this year. we're all grown up. he bigger, fatter and definitely one of the 'brothers'. you know what i mean. those bums bumming around doing what they do best which is nothing and wasting their fathers' money. i would be sympathetic and feel for their parents but the truth is that the younger tan is the exact replica of the older tan. here's to back it up.
my uniform is not reallyn know in my neighbourhood. so when i was walking home with my freshly purchased you tiao and salivating, i heard someone call out, 'hey brother' in that really reeeeeeeeeeealy irritaing tone which we always hear. i looked up. guess what? i saw older willy!!!! it doesn't take a DNA sample to identify the older and younger versions as being related. not when their faces are exactly the same 'beat me up' type. it's exactly the same! i would have mistaken him for willy's twin if he didn't look so much older!!!!!!!
so that bastard continued, with me wondering if he was talking to me, 'monitor ar? prefect ar?'
yes he's talking to me. but i ignored him. then classic, 'you got 2dollar?'
2dollarS. not 2dollar. and when he asked me for that amount, there was even a numerical handsign to illustrate it! you know the v for vitctory sign? yeah that's the 1. and he even smiles that cheesy smile with his hand just his mouth level. damn corny.
fuck you, you bloody bum. no wonder your son is like. it's a vicious cycle, i tell you. and oh, i didn't even bother to speak to him.
Thursday, August 10, 2006
idiot!
the idiot's sleeping now. hahaha so cute like a little kid.
handing over's over. so sad man.
wonder what she'll do when she wakes up. licking my lips n anticipation. haha
handing over's over. so sad man.
wonder what she'll do when she wakes up. licking my lips n anticipation. haha
Friday, August 04, 2006
choir & concert
the concert marks a milestone in the choir's new history, marking a significant change in management and more importantly, music making. it also marks the end of 2years of bonding between the TEN remaining, loyal and committed members after everyone packed up their bags and left after last year's SYF. it also marks the end of a short half year of intense music making, creating the intricate invisible web between choir members and also the fun with everyone, especially with the guys in my case.
wow the post starts out so sentimentally. let's see how it'll end. haha.
the momentum of change started last year with the arrival of a new teacher in charge. a small fry then, so not much could be done. and to think we thought that she was going to be a great teacher in charge since she was so committed. how wrong we were! the arguments with the conductor and all the last minute and never ending changes to songs that were to be sung in less than a week's time, we should have seen this as a sign of more to come.
also, there was excitement of another male teacher who would be joining us. i remember the present S.C. gushing over how it'll be so great. arggh but look at now. more on that later.
so this year, new management change, small fry promoted to big fry, which gives her license to push, even worse than a bloody slave driver. last minute revisions to songs, calling for extra practices not because we were behind in the music making but becasue of her bloody pushiness to do everything her way! and she blames it all on us. thankfully, the only think she did right was to hire a good conductor. but still, i can remember vividly how confused the committee was, especially me, since i don't keep track of things. so, for people who need to be in the know to be confused not because they don't keep track of things, like the P and VP, the quality of her iron fisted management can be fully appreciated.
then there's the other freak. one's a control freak, this one's just a freak. but problem Q.E.D.. i can totally imagine him saying this in his smug and all knowing tone. fucking bastard all bullshit and everything that comes out of his mouth has no credibility. say somethign then people correct him, then diam diam. worse thing is, 5mins later, shit will be shooting out of his mouth. irritating and disrupts conversations or giving out of instructions. but as mentioned earlier, this problem is Quite Easily Done (Solved). just ignore him and that's about as far as you need to o to solve it, although people like the guys don't just stop there. but that's another story. haha.
screwed up managment and iron fisted control right from the start of the year. extract the appeal students when they were happilly in the midst of Orientation. and make them just stand there and sing. what the FUCK? practices have not started for J1s, and you don't even need to know that no one calls people in in the middle of orientation. i pity them because they'll be stuck here for 2years with no way out.
talking about no way out, do you know it's bloody difficult to get out of choir once you've joined it? even if you joined it voluntarily? i overheard a conversation between someone who wanted to quit and the control freak and boy, did i want to slap her. so did those i replayed the conversation to. yuck, she is so damn pushy.
but to be fair, choir wouldn't made it this far and to this standard without her. must give her credit for hiring a good conductor (though i expect a lot of pushing was involved). the standard has really risen overall (excluding me) and the quality of sound is really good. just needs experience i think.
well the past few months, especially the past month has been a really pain and joy at the same time. reaching home at 10+ is no fun. but at the same time, everyone is suffering with you and there'll be bitching sessions that help to relieve the pressure and tension. actually, it's more of sharing and bonding with everyone. haha the guys are real bitches, especially with kakak (abang) around. haha.
it's really enjoyment but if only control freak and the freako didn't have to be there. the sight of them, just repulses me. add the stupid irritating all knowing voice of freako and you get a real pissed choir (or at least me). and then sometimes committee has an idea but control freak wants it her way again and discussions (too many of them) last about 45mins with the whole choir waiting? stupid freak.
i learnt alot from this year, even more than last year about teamwork, logisitics and planning. i didn't do much planning but i learnt planning involves using lots of paper and a pen during meetings, something i don't do at all. i learnt logsitics is hellavu difficult thing to do, especially when you have a bloody control freak who wants it HER way but ends up with decision at square one when HER way doesn't work out. i learnr that teamwork is essential and communication is important, if not disruptive and unnecessary fights will ensue.
shit man there's a little withdrawal symptom i feel now. i think most of the J2s feel it too. haha mattho, jol and i even went with the choir for combined rehearsals and mattho and jol even joined them for sectionals after that. then practice a few days ago and me and mattho felt like joining them after S Paper. hahahaha lucky we didn't get convulsions or anything like that.
oooooh it ends on a sentimental high.
'start a piece right, half the battle is won.'
wow the post starts out so sentimentally. let's see how it'll end. haha.
the momentum of change started last year with the arrival of a new teacher in charge. a small fry then, so not much could be done. and to think we thought that she was going to be a great teacher in charge since she was so committed. how wrong we were! the arguments with the conductor and all the last minute and never ending changes to songs that were to be sung in less than a week's time, we should have seen this as a sign of more to come.
also, there was excitement of another male teacher who would be joining us. i remember the present S.C. gushing over how it'll be so great. arggh but look at now. more on that later.
so this year, new management change, small fry promoted to big fry, which gives her license to push, even worse than a bloody slave driver. last minute revisions to songs, calling for extra practices not because we were behind in the music making but becasue of her bloody pushiness to do everything her way! and she blames it all on us. thankfully, the only think she did right was to hire a good conductor. but still, i can remember vividly how confused the committee was, especially me, since i don't keep track of things. so, for people who need to be in the know to be confused not because they don't keep track of things, like the P and VP, the quality of her iron fisted management can be fully appreciated.
then there's the other freak. one's a control freak, this one's just a freak. but problem Q.E.D.. i can totally imagine him saying this in his smug and all knowing tone. fucking bastard all bullshit and everything that comes out of his mouth has no credibility. say somethign then people correct him, then diam diam. worse thing is, 5mins later, shit will be shooting out of his mouth. irritating and disrupts conversations or giving out of instructions. but as mentioned earlier, this problem is Quite Easily Done (Solved). just ignore him and that's about as far as you need to o to solve it, although people like the guys don't just stop there. but that's another story. haha.
screwed up managment and iron fisted control right from the start of the year. extract the appeal students when they were happilly in the midst of Orientation. and make them just stand there and sing. what the FUCK? practices have not started for J1s, and you don't even need to know that no one calls people in in the middle of orientation. i pity them because they'll be stuck here for 2years with no way out.
talking about no way out, do you know it's bloody difficult to get out of choir once you've joined it? even if you joined it voluntarily? i overheard a conversation between someone who wanted to quit and the control freak and boy, did i want to slap her. so did those i replayed the conversation to. yuck, she is so damn pushy.
but to be fair, choir wouldn't made it this far and to this standard without her. must give her credit for hiring a good conductor (though i expect a lot of pushing was involved). the standard has really risen overall (excluding me) and the quality of sound is really good. just needs experience i think.
well the past few months, especially the past month has been a really pain and joy at the same time. reaching home at 10+ is no fun. but at the same time, everyone is suffering with you and there'll be bitching sessions that help to relieve the pressure and tension. actually, it's more of sharing and bonding with everyone. haha the guys are real bitches, especially with kakak (abang) around. haha.
it's really enjoyment but if only control freak and the freako didn't have to be there. the sight of them, just repulses me. add the stupid irritating all knowing voice of freako and you get a real pissed choir (or at least me). and then sometimes committee has an idea but control freak wants it her way again and discussions (too many of them) last about 45mins with the whole choir waiting? stupid freak.
i learnt alot from this year, even more than last year about teamwork, logisitics and planning. i didn't do much planning but i learnt planning involves using lots of paper and a pen during meetings, something i don't do at all. i learnt logsitics is hellavu difficult thing to do, especially when you have a bloody control freak who wants it HER way but ends up with decision at square one when HER way doesn't work out. i learnr that teamwork is essential and communication is important, if not disruptive and unnecessary fights will ensue.
shit man there's a little withdrawal symptom i feel now. i think most of the J2s feel it too. haha mattho, jol and i even went with the choir for combined rehearsals and mattho and jol even joined them for sectionals after that. then practice a few days ago and me and mattho felt like joining them after S Paper. hahahaha lucky we didn't get convulsions or anything like that.
oooooh it ends on a sentimental high.
'start a piece right, half the battle is won.'
Wednesday, August 02, 2006
how stupid is this?
i just realized i haven't blogged about the concert? never mind, another time. got games to play. haha.
i dunno how to put the youtube thing here, but it'll do. super stupid and funny.
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