Yichen can't click the fuckoff button.
Monday, January 14, 2008
One interesting thing happened today. I had my first CLB lesson, and the classroom was full of wierd people. Granted, there were less slackers there, but the only guy i recognised from St. Patricks CLB group was this guy called Ernest, The Bedok Green guy. Anyway, there was this Thai guy who spoke fluent Thai, there was the guy Ananda who played the Still Alive song on guitar, and there was this guy called Samuel who must be one of the wierdest people i have ever met.
Legend goes that he went to Morris Ellen (or whatever it is written as) from primary one. But even people there don't speak like he does. He speaks with this sort of Mainland China cum Angmoh accent. Wha. If you meet him the first time you'll find it unbearable. People say that during KI lesson, he counters everything the teacher says. He seems well versed in English (he used the word paradigm in a normal conversation) and it comes as no surprise that he likes to debate. A lot.
Have you ever listened to Yichen and I 'debate?' It is nothing like that. Our might as well be addressed as nubile. Listening to him debate with this girl on something to do with cultures, their arguments were so quickly shot out that it took a few lines before i actually bothered to analyse what they said. And it made no sense. They blogged about some topic on the fast food nation that is America, and then moved on to how Singapore has little cultural identity. There was flow, but the flow was into different streams and tributaries. One did link the other, but in the end the debate was no where near the start point, the original topic. Which is an absolute horror when it comes to debating, when you can't stick to the argument.
The girl wasn't good, she not only veered topics but was also not as well versed as the guy. I don't like girls who try to do well in debate, but clearly show they can't. It's nothing to do with sexism, it just seems more futile of an effort. A sad attempt.
Whenever the guy Samuel talked, if there were some J1's or J2s around, they'd all look and stare. I'd look back at them and laugh with them. Its just really foreign an accent. It sounds like those teachers who tell you to pronunciate every 's' and 't' properly "like how the British do it", just that it is far worse.
On another note, i was looking forward to my first GP lesson, as you all may probably know why. There was this quiz, but wtf the questions were hard, i swear.
Name the new primary school that has recieved its new intake of 240 students and is attempting to fully integrate information technology into its programme.
For a bonus mark, name five other primary schools that are opening their doors to new intake on 2 Jan.
Presidential candidate Hillary Clinton has recently gained a much needed win against her political opponents in this state.
As you can see, the questions are not as easy as you think, you really need to read the entire newspaper collection to know lesser known facts. Or simply less looked upon topics.
Oh Ya. Today was also the first lesson of PE. Height and weight. Guess what. Apparently MJC has a TAF programme, not called TAF, but called the Wellness programme. And guess what. Its not only for the fatties. People like me are also included. Wha Lao. The best part is since different CCAs end at different times, and are on different days, they decide to have the programme before school. School starts at 7:25a.m. and for the unlucky few of us, we have to be in school on Mondays and Thursdays (PE days) at 6:15a.m. The fatties have to run rounds but lucky for us boners (HEHEH) we go to the gym. But i ask you. What is the use of fucking half hour sessions at the gym? Nothing much to do, in my opinion.
Anyway for PE i now know, like whoever told me, that indeed PE lessons are gender segregated. I'm sure you know what that means. For this lesson anyway, the girls had to run three rounds round the track, while the boys had to do 5. The next period, recess had already started when we were told to run. Incredulously, the teacher still told us to run.
The thing was that while I was running, no one in the class bypassed me. But then, almost all the boys finished before me? So how can that be? For god's sakes i outlapped half the class. I think they skipped the last round. Like those races where its like the last round, and people think the last round is the last, but don't realise that the last round entails them to run the LAST round round the track.
Six fifteen by the way means ?I have to wake up at around 5:10. Swell. Don't say something like "who ask you dont eat more? because I will be forced to forgo my =D faces and give you -.-
And on another note, my class already wants to plan an outing for this weekend. Talk about really outgoing people. they want it for friday afternoon tentatively (the asking list states it as 9:55 but people who have mother tongue don't leave then. Elitist... heheh.) but you may know we plan to watch the much anticipated Cloverfield on that day.
posted by joseph at 3:28 PM