Are you a M.A.N?
Ok...I didn't get to update yesterday...but surprise sruprise...I'M NOT DEAD YET!
Didn't have time to blog yesterday...actually...more like didn't want to lah. My dad was nearby and I don't want him to find out about this. It's not that he's strict or anything about this kind of stuff. It's just that...it's gonna be fucking troublesome.
Anyway...yesterday...AHH..I woke up at 6 to go to school...but I ended up playing the computer and in the end, I left my house at 8 for an 8:15 literatureclass. Wah piang. I was 15 minutes late...but what the heck. We all know that any remedial class held on Saturdays have the tendency of starting 10 minutes later because of one reason or another, so technically, i'm only 5 minutes late.
I don't like the way literature is taught in schools, or at least in my school and the way people study for it. The teacher tells us her interpretation (what's interpret?) of the story and gives us notes on it. Muggers then memorise said notes and vomit every-single-fucking word into the paper...which makes no sense whatsoever, especially when they weave in their own words into it. What drew me into literature in the first place was the fact that there's no fixed answer to any literature question, and there's no one correct interpretation of what's happening in the story, and what the author's motive is. That's the beautiful thing about literature. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, but one thing we all can agree is beautiful is "IMAGINED BEAUTY". The author's dead, and we can only imagine what his real intention of using jasmine (it acts as a drug) in the story The English Teacher. It's like the statue of ...the lady with no arms...oh ya...Venus de Milo. It's a statue of a lady without arms. It's a stunning piece, without arms. Not a soul who gazes upon this masterpiece fails to wonder how beautiful her arms could have been. By losing her arms, it gained a beauty that could never be surpassed. If she had back her arms, it'll still be a glorious statue, but it's magic will be lost. The same goes for lit, whereby if the teaher offers everything on a sliver platter and you so willingly lap it up, where goes the beauty of lit? It's fucking dead pork.
Anyway, after lit was chemistry. I seriously need to revise ALL my chemistry stuff. I never realised how interconnected everything chemistry was. We were doing Redox, but Mdm Teoh was able to link it back to so many chapter i've already forgotten about. Felt pathetic....but the surprise mini-test we had at the end of the lesson cheered me up, because it was chicken ass.
Then Ringo, Jeremy and I headed over to United Square, not without being delayed by the taxi driver however. This was how it went, i went in first, said "Uncle, Novena Square". Then Jeremy and Ringo got in (at the back. Rule of taxi-riders: the front-guy always pays. Always) and both of them said "Novena Square". Moments later, I think jeremy said saomething along the lines of "Uncle, change to United Square, which is near Novena Square". Ok, we repeated Novena Square a total of 4 times, and it may seem like over-kill, but still the driver brought us to the wrong direction, MARINA SQUARE. WTF mate...Thankfully, he's honest. He brought us to United Square, and asked us how much we normally paid, which is $6.
Met up with M.A.N , Raied and Ms Selvii and got started on the motion. I'm speaking first, Ringo, and Jeremy. RRJ. We discussed our motion, and it seems pretty tight. On to the quarter-finals, I say. If we get to make it to the quarters, we're one win away from the semis, and two wins away from the finals, and three wins away from the championships. Serious funky chinken shit. This is so damn EPIC.
Headed over to PS, with Ringo to catch a movie with Shan and the rest. Spent an hour looking for them, going to Peace Centre and Paradiz Centre, where gamers go to rot. Seriously, there's like more than 10 lan shops packed in one place. Wah, go there confirm rot to death liao, playing Defenders of the Asians or something like that. Anyway, the cinemas at PS were packed, so we went to suntec instead. So, in total, Me, Shan, Ringo, Kanta, Nern, Lays, Jia, KKt, watching Bib Momma in the House 2. Side note, the picture of big momma in that poster, no way in hell looks like me.
The movie was OTT-lame. Very gay lah...uninspired. JOkes i've heard before and seen before. The kid jumping off from high places and landing flat on his face throughout the movie was freaking cool though. That's the kid i wanted to be in the past. At least momma 2 is better than the first one lah, but it's still bad. Not worth your 9.50. Ultimately, the plot predictable, and character interactions could have been better handled (Your pissed off with me for running around your back while your pregnant. I send you flower and you happy riao. WTF?). What pissed me off the most was the lack of RACIST JOKES!!!!!!! Motha...see right...it's a BLACK man, in a BLACK lady fat-suit, in an all WHITE family. There's gotta be some racist jokes lah, come on. Scared of backlash is it?
Spent half-an hour deciding where to go (we decided to eat, while andrian any yu jia went off, on sperate 16 buses), and then spent another half-an hour looking for a place to eat. Ate at pizza hut. Gotta love that non-creamy cream of chicken. Suntec was so crowded...now if only i had fart bombs, it'll be a different story....Then reached home at 10:30. Heng not 11, or else the police will catch me, ask for my parents name, ask where they are, contact them, ask what i'm doing, check my phone's serial number, and force me to go home.
Didn't have time to blog yesterday...actually...more like didn't want to lah. My dad was nearby and I don't want him to find out about this. It's not that he's strict or anything about this kind of stuff. It's just that...it's gonna be fucking troublesome.
Anyway...yesterday...AHH..I woke up at 6 to go to school...but I ended up playing the computer and in the end, I left my house at 8 for an 8:15 literatureclass. Wah piang. I was 15 minutes late...but what the heck. We all know that any remedial class held on Saturdays have the tendency of starting 10 minutes later because of one reason or another, so technically, i'm only 5 minutes late.
I don't like the way literature is taught in schools, or at least in my school and the way people study for it. The teacher tells us her interpretation (what's interpret?) of the story and gives us notes on it. Muggers then memorise said notes and vomit every-single-fucking word into the paper...which makes no sense whatsoever, especially when they weave in their own words into it. What drew me into literature in the first place was the fact that there's no fixed answer to any literature question, and there's no one correct interpretation of what's happening in the story, and what the author's motive is. That's the beautiful thing about literature. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, but one thing we all can agree is beautiful is "IMAGINED BEAUTY". The author's dead, and we can only imagine what his real intention of using jasmine (it acts as a drug) in the story The English Teacher. It's like the statue of ...the lady with no arms...oh ya...Venus de Milo. It's a statue of a lady without arms. It's a stunning piece, without arms. Not a soul who gazes upon this masterpiece fails to wonder how beautiful her arms could have been. By losing her arms, it gained a beauty that could never be surpassed. If she had back her arms, it'll still be a glorious statue, but it's magic will be lost. The same goes for lit, whereby if the teaher offers everything on a sliver platter and you so willingly lap it up, where goes the beauty of lit? It's fucking dead pork.
Anyway, after lit was chemistry. I seriously need to revise ALL my chemistry stuff. I never realised how interconnected everything chemistry was. We were doing Redox, but Mdm Teoh was able to link it back to so many chapter i've already forgotten about. Felt pathetic....but the surprise mini-test we had at the end of the lesson cheered me up, because it was chicken ass.
Then Ringo, Jeremy and I headed over to United Square, not without being delayed by the taxi driver however. This was how it went, i went in first, said "Uncle, Novena Square". Then Jeremy and Ringo got in (at the back. Rule of taxi-riders: the front-guy always pays. Always) and both of them said "Novena Square". Moments later, I think jeremy said saomething along the lines of "Uncle, change to United Square, which is near Novena Square". Ok, we repeated Novena Square a total of 4 times, and it may seem like over-kill, but still the driver brought us to the wrong direction, MARINA SQUARE. WTF mate...Thankfully, he's honest. He brought us to United Square, and asked us how much we normally paid, which is $6.
Met up with M.A.N , Raied and Ms Selvii and got started on the motion. I'm speaking first, Ringo, and Jeremy. RRJ. We discussed our motion, and it seems pretty tight. On to the quarter-finals, I say. If we get to make it to the quarters, we're one win away from the semis, and two wins away from the finals, and three wins away from the championships. Serious funky chinken shit. This is so damn EPIC.
Headed over to PS, with Ringo to catch a movie with Shan and the rest. Spent an hour looking for them, going to Peace Centre and Paradiz Centre, where gamers go to rot. Seriously, there's like more than 10 lan shops packed in one place. Wah, go there confirm rot to death liao, playing Defenders of the Asians or something like that. Anyway, the cinemas at PS were packed, so we went to suntec instead. So, in total, Me, Shan, Ringo, Kanta, Nern, Lays, Jia, KKt, watching Bib Momma in the House 2. Side note, the picture of big momma in that poster, no way in hell looks like me.
The movie was OTT-lame. Very gay lah...uninspired. JOkes i've heard before and seen before. The kid jumping off from high places and landing flat on his face throughout the movie was freaking cool though. That's the kid i wanted to be in the past. At least momma 2 is better than the first one lah, but it's still bad. Not worth your 9.50. Ultimately, the plot predictable, and character interactions could have been better handled (Your pissed off with me for running around your back while your pregnant. I send you flower and you happy riao. WTF?). What pissed me off the most was the lack of RACIST JOKES!!!!!!! Motha...see right...it's a BLACK man, in a BLACK lady fat-suit, in an all WHITE family. There's gotta be some racist jokes lah, come on. Scared of backlash is it?
Spent half-an hour deciding where to go (we decided to eat, while andrian any yu jia went off, on sperate 16 buses), and then spent another half-an hour looking for a place to eat. Ate at pizza hut. Gotta love that non-creamy cream of chicken. Suntec was so crowded...now if only i had fart bombs, it'll be a different story....Then reached home at 10:30. Heng not 11, or else the police will catch me, ask for my parents name, ask where they are, contact them, ask what i'm doing, check my phone's serial number, and force me to go home.
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