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Author
The author is a paranoid, deranged and cynical misanthrope who records snippets of her life so that she will remember them when she grows old and withered. The identities of any names or initials on this blog are based on the assumptions of the reader unless otherwise specified, and the author claims no responsibility for them.
Reality
The author somehow got into medical school. Yes, you of the general public, shudder and fear the wrath of an inept doctor.
Loves
Reading, Maisy (my dog), tea, writing (albeit badly), piano, music, junk food.
Hates
Almost everything else besides the things mentioned above.
Friends
Bao Cheng' Bernice' Chien Young' Chun Hing' Claire' Faustina' Felicia' Ferly' Gloria' Irene' Irene & Jiaying' Jac' Jiamin' Jiasin' Jiaying' Lutheng' Karene' Marissa' Melesa' Mingyi' My fictionpress' Pamelia' Pei Rong' Qiu Ting' Rachel' Satires Site' Stasia' Sylvia' The Clique' Vinette' Wenjia' Xin Rong' Xue Ying' Yanne & I' Yanne & Jamie' Zeena' 203'
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Chat area
I really think that I am destined to be a teacher. Gasp all you want.
My piano teacher asked me out of the blue on Friday if I wanted to be a piano teacher, and offered to help me if I wanted to. I muttered under my breath that I'd kill every one of my students, and she asked me why. I briefly told her about my phobia of young kids, and she said that some would drive her nuts, but some were exceptionally good (yeah right). Then she asked me if I wanted kids, and I gave a rather loud, obvious NO. How strange.
Something more strange (if possible) would be that Ng asked me the same thing last year, and I gave her almost exactly the same answers. I do not want kids. I will not imagine myself chasing after little pesky things and wiping up their drool and dribble. I do not want to commit murder, and be locked up in jail for the rest of my life.
Anyway, I told my piano teacher about the new kid, and she asked what nationality he was. So I said that he was in Holland for 2 years, but sounds Singaporean. Then she asked what nationality most Singaporeans are, and I said Chinese, but the main language is English. And she asked what was the real language, so I said Malay, and gave a brief History of Singapore as a fishing village (Ms Koh, thank me). The most astounding thing:
What's Malay, asked my piano teacher.
I was stumped. Malay? Malay is a Malay is a Malay. What else is there to it? Ok fine, it's a kind of people and a language. Realising my silence to be rather unusual, she proceeded to ask how Malaysia is related to Singapore, and I said they were separated by a Causeway (trying to skirt on non-racial remarks). I then said that Malay was kind of like Indonesian, as that's the closest thing I could get to. Good Lord...
So we spent the whole of piano lesson talking more than playing, and when her next student came in, we started laughing. The student stared at us in the 'what-did-I-do-to-deserve-this' kind of way, and we laughed even more raucously. Poor girl. *sniggers*
Saddest thing was that it was Science after that. I was sleeping in class, and the teacher wasn't too pleased with that. Actually, that's an understatement.
My piano teacher (this is so tiring to type. Let's address her as Mrs Fursa instead) said something rather interesting about people who should reproduce (aka me) not wanting to, and people who shouldn't reproduce who do so in large numbers. Rather politically incorrect, but well... Think of a Russian lady who doesn't give a crap about Stalin/Lenin. Anyway, it makes us sound rather semi-human, doesn't it? I believe Ng spoke about this before, about how she rebelled and married a graphics artist instead of some scholar... But no, that does not make me wanna have kids. Full stop.
Oh, and I realised that my MEP teacher looks somewhat like John Lennon when I saw this book on Lennon (duh). Maybe he's trying to model after Lennon, since he loves the Beatles.
Maths sucked. There was a mistake in the test paper, and it freaked me out so much that I lost my mind. Probably flunked it, but who cares?
Friday was so strange. Started off rather badly with that Youth Mission Team thingy coming back to the school (fortunately not for us), and me seeing this lady who's been bugging me ever since after the dumb retreat. I don't exactly like her because she's one of those kind of people who go 'You should join this because of blahblahblah'. How about 'You should just f*ck off and get out of my life because it goes against my values?'
It got gradually better in English because I stumped the teacher. She was rather pissed during the lesson, so I approached her after class. It's on the novel we're doing (rip-off of TKAM: just change the thing here and there, and you get it). I asked her what she'll call the genre (you guys should be shouting 'bildungsroman'), and she said, I quote, 'tragedy/anything, really'. How interesting... When I asked her 'shouldn't it be bildungsroman?', I could see her intense temptation to 'HUH' at me.
Some head of English person came to persuade us to join English Lit next year too. Obviously I'm going for it (since English here's CRAP), but I'm the only one in my circle of friends so far. One of them is seriously considering, but the rest are just uninterested. I think only 6 people in my class are taking E Lit next year so far... Let's not talk about the number of people taking MEP next year. This post will get too depressing that way.
Hopefully this post is long enough to get in the way of your digestive system :).
Here's a funny quote to end it off.
'I had a student who was a Mathematics professor in the Uni of Adelaide, and he couldn't even count to four!' -Mrs Fursa, when she was complaining about me being unable to count to four when playing my Beethoven Sonata.
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