Ever since school reopened, I have been tied up with my school work thus the lack of updates.
Even now I have a mountainous amount of Math homework given by my current Lim-Bee-Lan-like Modern Math teacher to be completed but here I am blogging instead. Truth is I am forced to. Ryan threatened me that he’ll place Sheng’s link before of mine in his blog if I do not update any sooner.
BOOO….
It’s about time for me to update anyways.
Updates on school!
I hate my Malay language and my Biology teacher.
Reason?
‘Cos neither of them speak decent English!
My Biology teacher have a tendency to explain the subject in Malay when Biology is supposed to be in English! There are approximately 20 words from the textbook which she pronounced incorrectly.
I know lah I, myself have mispronounced a couple of words before like the word ‘refuge’. I used to pronounce it as ‘reee-FUDGE‘ (with a D)
But but… SO?! I was just 15 plus!
My great biology teacher pronounced ’saliva’ as ’saaa-lee-vaar’.
My Malay language teacher is even worst. HE DOESN’T EVEN SPEAK/UNDERSTAND A WORD OF ENGLISH! When I asked him a question in English, he asked the class to translate what I just said to him into Malay.
So pfft can?!
(note: I know it is BM class and I am SUPPOSED to speak in Malay. But what the heck! My past BM teachers are all bilingual and I invariably consult them in ENGLISH. Even I speak English to the Indonesian lunch ladies in my school and they could understand!)
I hate my Physics teacher too.
She’s just… boring.
Hmm…
Marissa, Adrienne and Sheng are now my current table mates. Since the four of us came from the same class, I naturally grew closer to them as friends. Yeah, frankly speaking, I hardly spoke to Adrienne and Marissa when we were in 9th grade.
Ok, now that Sheng tells me almost everything in class, all her grandma stories which she wrote in her blog are rotten and outdated to me. Like for instance; the jewelery shop robbery incident which she had already told me from A to Z in school and even had the face as thick as the elephant’s to let me know that she took pictures of the shop.
Anddd…. every time the teacher’s absent, the both of us will sneak out of class and head all the way to Block Flora just to say hi to Ryan and Yongming.
But not everything about that lil bitch is all fun and loving.
Since day 1, Ryan, Sheng and I have made a “Pakatan Segi Tiga” alliance and we have agreed to stick together in the same class which is Zeta. Sheng almost went against the deal by handing in her letter appealing for a class exchange to Sigma.
I clearly remembered picking up the phone on a Wednesday afternoon to hear the gruff voice of Sheng when I was about to take my after-school nap. It appeared that she was on the threshold of handing in her letter. And I nearly shouted on the phone “DON’T YOU DARE! YOU’LL NEVER SEE TOMORROW IF YOU DO” but my mom was nearby so I asked her why coolly (yar.. that’s the reason why I sounded calm on the phone, Sheng. ‘Cos my mom was there!!!)
Apparently Adrienne and Marissa have all submitted their letters and she didn’t want to be the only girl from the gang cina pack left in the class. And it took me about 10 minutes to convince/persuade her to stay.
Thanks for choosing not to leave me alone and THE 15 MINUTES OF SCARE.
By the way,
Woo hoo!
It’s a business and entrepreneurship program for youths to expose students to the business world by allowing them to work together to run and manage their own company, for those of you who do not know what YEP is about.
YEP sounds like a relatively beneficial program for me considering that Business is ranked third in my “future career list” behind Law and Politics.
After I officially submit my name to the teacher adviser of YEP tomorrow (yar… the teacher offered me a place in the group.. but I haven’t accepted the deal yet) the total number of clubs I am currently joining would be FOUR including History & Geography, Interact and Photography which is wayyy too many. Planning to drop one but I don’t know which.
Oh! oh! I fell really sick lately. Now I am blogging while trying to catch for a full breath of air into my lungs with a ghastly wheezing on top of it. I woke up earlier this morning coughing out thick slimy phlegm until can die, I tell you.
I went for table tennis yesterday and Sheng said I did not look sick. Pfft. She should just go die. The next time when she has another leg infection or whatever which makes one of her foot longer than another, I’ll make sure I’ll tell her that she looks completely fine and stop faking with the underarm crutches.
Eh, but shockingly, I could still scream in delight and superiority whenever I became king.
MEET THE FISH
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The Arowana swimming in my fish tank.
SO DAMN BIG UNTIL CAN DIE CAN?!
It’s radically huge in real life.
