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Wednesday, July 23, 2008
Today I drifted away a little bit from a meeting I was attending (oops) and thought about all the bizarre love triangles/trapeziums/octagons that I have been hearing about in school. So far there's:
Melvyn loves Shannon
Melvyn loves Musarrat (??)
Melvyn loves me (he's a very loving guy)
I love Melvyn
(not true)Nicholas loves Davina
Yew Liang loves Peishan (?)
Then there are other things, like:
Apple likes to touch Eugene
Yew Liang likes to sit in Kamal's lap
Tu Yong likes to touch Cedric
Cedric likes to touch Tu Yong
Tu Yong likes to touch Desmond
... I can't bring myself to write of any more pervy exploits of 3E5. I am traumatised at the amount of frivolous touching that is occurring freely in class.
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And once more Songtao didn't come to school! I think he might be setting a record. Tomorrow must find out what is going on.
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In other news, 2E5 tried to make me sing again and almost failed. They didn't like Queen, so I shall not sing for them anymore. Hmph.
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I bought maps for my English classes. 3E5 stared at it like it was some contagious disease in print form. 2N4 was so excited about it it took about 7 guys to put it up on one side of the class. I like maps. I used to stare at the map of the world just to read all the weird exotic names that were there. My eyes would roam over Europe and Central Asia, find the tiny dot marked SINGAPORE and then fly over Australia and across the Pacific Ocean to America and South America. I bet no one who reads this blog will know where Novosibirsk is without needing to check Google. Or Addis Ababa. Or Eritrea, or the Ivory Coast, or Christmas Island, or Easter Island, or the Cape of Good Hope, or the Rhine, or the Adirondacks or Appalachians...
Sometimes I think the difference between me and a lot of other people is, where other people want to go away from here and never come back, or never go beyond what they are comfortable with, I wanted to go away in my head. I like being here, in Singapore, in my own life, but I don't like being here all the time. That's why I read.
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Just remembered that I wanted to blog about Monday's interesting performance. I do wish students in our school would cease to be so incredibly rude but there are some things in life that really require miracles, or at the very least brain surgery of some kind. I also wish that our hall sound system would undergo some kind of wonderful makeover because it sucks like total &*^(@#&. I couldn't hear anything during the prefects' skit, except Nicholas shouting about Bushy Bushy and people shouting at Eugene to shut up. Poor Eugene.
But the most entertaining part I found was the dance. Firstly Musarrat was dancing in those killer heels (I kept hoping she'd step on someone so the scream would ring to the end of the hall where I was sitting), secondly Melvyn was dancing with Musarrat and thirdly, that
peew-peew sound effect in the middle of the thing was so retarded I was laughing like a moron at the back. I think Ms Lim thought I was mad (she was sitting next to me).
IT'S THE TIME TO DISCO!
Labels: 2E5, 3E5, love, maps, pervyness, racial harmony day
and i'll return to you somehow: 18:36
This entry is dedicated to Eugene...
Wednesday, July 16, 2008
... the Master of Making Excuses and Dubious Argument. =.-' What do I mean? Since this week I have been talking about drama and scripts in Lit class, I shall use a script format for the benefit of my Sec 2s.
SCENE 1.
Classroom of 3E5, second period, Wednesday. 3E5 is doing oral exam practice. Ms Straaten (ie. Me) is walking around listening to people practice reading. She stops at Eugene and Ryan.
Me : (After some time of listening, looks out the window) Hey you can see the MRT station from here!
Eugene: Can you don't be pervy please?
Me: ?! It's an MRT station! Dude! Not like there are naked people running up and down!
Eugene: (suddenly interested) Eh maybe there are. (gets up to see)
Me: ??!?!?!! Now who's being pervy?
Eugene: Not everything has to be pervy can??
Me: (
&*@$^*(@# (gives up)
You see? You see? The nonsense I have to put up with in EL class. X_X
OH. And today, my creepy little clapping class (otherwise known as 2E5) demanded that I sing for them. So I sang the first verse of Linkin Park's Numb (halfway through which I forgot the words -.=') and then I zao xia'ed at the end. Embarrassing. But they decided to be very good and cooperative and attentive after that so it was worth the torture. :)
In other news, today (apart from brief Yuhua Idol moment) was relatively boring. Nicholas wasn't in school so the class was quieter than usual. Where is Nicholas! During SEL the class had to work on the kite but nobody was interested. I felt kind of bad because everyone is worried about something or other - Maths test, SS homework which they haven't finished, etc - but I also know the RHD people have been working their butts off to figure out stuff for everyone to do. So while I kind of didn't want to have to do the kite, I wanted to do it at the same time for the sake of the people who had to plan the whole event. Sigh. Life is full of conflicting interests and the dilemmas that arise as a result of them.
In other, other news tomorrow is Common Test Day for 2N4 and 3E5. Hope no one is too stressed by the thought of it... Lol I think people should only get stressed when they see the results. HAHA. I fear for my students. EL is good because you can't really study, but it's bad because you have to consistently work at it, and consistency is not a strong point for a lot of people.
I marked 3E5's spelling. Melvyn forgot how to spell his favourite word! I am mortified and distraught.
Here's a parting quote for all of you (especially for Eugene, who is upset that I post gay-looking videos instead of nice meaningful things):
That was a memorable day to me, for it made great changes in me. But, it is the same with any life. Imagine one selected day struck out of it, and think how different its course would have been. Pause you who read this, and think for a moment of the long chain of iron or gold, of thorns or flowers, that would never have bound you, but for the formation of the first link on one memorable day.
Charles Dickens, Great Expectations
Do you all have one memorable day to speak of?
Labels: 2E5, 3E5, Eugene Goh
and i'll return to you somehow: 19:50
