29 March, 2009
21 March, 2009
In which the big question in life is asked
"Why doesn't Coles sell M&Ms?"
In which morning cheeriness is squashed
From somewhere above the class(where I like to think of as a potions dungeons because it smells like gym socks and other bodily excretions all mingled and boiled in a cauldron of bad aftertaste. This may be entirely irrelevant or relevant to the continuation of the sentence but I just want you to know that there are classrooms underground.) there is singing.
"It's a beautiful morning and... fine don't sing a long then."
"Okay, I won't."
In which bad jokes are an international phenomenon
"What is the worst part of global warming?"
"Don't know."
"The atmosphere!"
-insert imaginary cymbals here-
In which maths is proven to be boring. Again.
The minute hand finally moves.
"Are you done?"
"You just set me the question two minutes ago."
"Well, work faster."
The clock ticks.
"Are you done now?"
"NO."
Pause.
"My god, teaching maths is just as boring as doing maths."
In which there is ~*pRoN*~
Save your children!
In which there is a whole host of movies that will be awesome
I vaguely remember a book but then the amazingness of the poster distracted me.
....
I am tired.
In which there is a resolution to be a little bit happier next week
"Why doesn't Coles sell M&Ms?"
In which morning cheeriness is squashed
From somewhere above the class(where I like to think of as a potions dungeons because it smells like gym socks and other bodily excretions all mingled and boiled in a cauldron of bad aftertaste. This may be entirely irrelevant or relevant to the continuation of the sentence but I just want you to know that there are classrooms underground.) there is singing.
"It's a beautiful morning and... fine don't sing a long then."
"Okay, I won't."
In which bad jokes are an international phenomenon
"What is the worst part of global warming?"
"Don't know."
"The atmosphere!"
-insert imaginary cymbals here-
In which maths is proven to be boring. Again.
The minute hand finally moves.
"Are you done?"
"You just set me the question two minutes ago."
"Well, work faster."
The clock ticks.
"Are you done now?"
"NO."
Pause.
"My god, teaching maths is just as boring as doing maths."
In which there is ~*pRoN*~
Save your children!
In which there is a whole host of movies that will be awesome
I vaguely remember a book but then the amazingness of the poster distracted me.
....
I am tired.
In which there is a resolution to be a little bit happier next week
17 March, 2009
12 March, 2009
One day when I'm crazy enough, I will walk up to someone I don't know and ask them about their non-existent pet turtle.
09 March, 2009
ThisisthebestideaeverWISE
DO YOU KNOW WHAT WE SHOULD DO WHEN WE FINISH OUR A LEVELS/V.C.E/WHATEVER EXAMS THAT WOULD SECURE OUR FUTURE?
With the economic recession and no light at the end this dark,dark dark tunnel, The renting cost of castles in Ireland has fallen dramatically due to a low demand and oversupply(this is due to the fact the winds haven't done enough of knocking castles down. Plus, the walls are starting to ooze green slime.)
We should rent a castle and battle fairies,unicorns,zombies,hormones and the apocalypse while doing a cross cultural event of sorts.
IS THAT NOT THE BEST IDEA EVER.
SomethingnormalWISE
School is fun.
Must remember to stop being geeky and replying that the best part of school is lessons.
It is simply not done.
MorecultureschockWISE
New lingo that I'm slowly picking up but not using because let's face it, I never did pick up the Singapore one either. This has attracted flak from the general public.
Have also picked up a habit of asking "How was your weekend." and then actually answering the same question (so far my answers have been nothing spectacular)
This used to be a rhetorical question, asked with a wry smile and an ironic gleam.
A satisfactory reply would have been an eyeroll and then "Did you finish the chemistry/biology/math homework?"
No,nothing makes sense anymore.
Beingpartoftheminorityracewise
Reflectionwise
"Does growing old daunt you?"
An innocent (or not so, you can never tell) question thrown to the middle-ager but all the same, there is never quite a time as being 16-years old.
Not quite jaded, still room for mistakes. Standing on the cusp of adult-hood, leaning over but not falling in. There is still purpose in rebellion even for the most frivolous of reasons (no, I'm not putting the hair out of my eye.)
Everything is intensified, overblown and OMG-worthy. Emotions explode implode, sideways,slantways and always.
"想当年..."
No one has the same story of youth(unless you're a Meg Cabot novel.).
Otherwise
While it is always best to believe in yourself, a little help from others can be a huge blessing
-Iroh 2.15 'The Tales of Ba Sing Seh"
DO YOU KNOW WHAT WE SHOULD DO WHEN WE FINISH OUR A LEVELS/V.C.E/WHATEVER EXAMS THAT WOULD SECURE OUR FUTURE?
With the economic recession and no light at the end this dark,dark dark tunnel, The renting cost of castles in Ireland has fallen dramatically due to a low demand and oversupply(this is due to the fact the winds haven't done enough of knocking castles down. Plus, the walls are starting to ooze green slime.)
We should rent a castle and battle fairies,unicorns,zombies,hormones and the apocalypse while doing a cross cultural event of sorts.
IS THAT NOT THE BEST IDEA EVER.
SomethingnormalWISE
School is fun.
Must remember to stop being geeky and replying that the best part of school is lessons.
It is simply not done.
MorecultureschockWISE
To Bag: Is to make fun of
To Wag:To pon
New lingo that I'm slowly picking up but not using because let's face it, I never did pick up the Singapore one either. This has attracted flak from the general public.
Me:What is our attire for tomorrow?
The General Public:-is agahst- You don't say attire. Attire is so formal! You can say what are we wearing tomorrow.
Have also picked up a habit of asking "How was your weekend." and then actually answering the same question (so far my answers have been nothing spectacular)
This used to be a rhetorical question, asked with a wry smile and an ironic gleam.
A satisfactory reply would have been an eyeroll and then "Did you finish the chemistry/biology/math homework?"
No,nothing makes sense anymore.
Beingpartoftheminorityracewise
Me:...but it's genetically impossible for Asians to have blue eyes!
Sri Lankan Dude:Isn't that being racist to your own race?
And during class
Teacher:-holding up a piece of good work-...and you have to put in that much effort to get a good grade.
Asian Dude:What grade did he get?
Teacher:An A+
Asian Dude:That's like an Asian A.
Reflectionwise
"Does growing old daunt you?"
An innocent (or not so, you can never tell) question thrown to the middle-ager but all the same, there is never quite a time as being 16-years old.
Not quite jaded, still room for mistakes. Standing on the cusp of adult-hood, leaning over but not falling in. There is still purpose in rebellion even for the most frivolous of reasons (no, I'm not putting the hair out of my eye.)
Everything is intensified, overblown and OMG-worthy. Emotions explode implode, sideways,slantways and always.
"想当年..."
No one has the same story of youth(unless you're a Meg Cabot novel.).
Otherwise
While it is always best to believe in yourself, a little help from others can be a huge blessing
-Iroh 2.15 'The Tales of Ba Sing Seh"
01 March, 2009
I think there was something here about how photographs should come in photo frame sizes. Something else about crying girls,social situations so fraught with complications that it has shown convincing evidence that everyone involved is a trained to be a ninja (of stealth and such), unrequited love, perpetual amusement, being asian and simply being.
Oh and the fact that having a proper conversation is so difficult, I wish I did pick up some of those "HOW TO IMPRESS PEOPLE ON YOUR FIRST DAY" books. Not that it would help anyway but perhaps I could have chucked it at someone as a form of introduction.
So, 6 weeks on and I still miss everybody.
Oh and the fact that having a proper conversation is so difficult, I wish I did pick up some of those "HOW TO IMPRESS PEOPLE ON YOUR FIRST DAY" books. Not that it would help anyway but perhaps I could have chucked it at someone as a form of introduction.
So, 6 weeks on and I still miss everybody.
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