Cure For Insomnia

Yoooo…..

I’m here, typing this, as I contemplate my last few hours before facing my Proton hating, PHD holding, mirror worshipping and all around pain-in-the-rectum, biochemistry teacher.

That’s right.

See, to those who are STILL uninformed or have no knowledge of this event, Allow me to elaborate.

Recently, the (handsome) guy typing this has got himself involved in a series of heated discussions with his 26* year-old tuition tutor.

(*Exact number unknown)

The topic? The FIFA Mastercard World Mastercard Cup Mastercard 2006 (Sponsored by Mastercard) , of course.

See, this tutor of mine, (to be collectively known as Ling Ling from now onwards) has an affinity towards a certain team in the World Cup (brought to you by Mastercard). Yours truly does, as well.

And before you know it, BAM! We’re now betting each other on who would win the World Cup.

The problem? There are 2:

A) He chose Brazil.

B) I chose Holland.

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…………..

Holland lost.

and, according to a Ling-Ling’s self-made ruling, If Holland’s out, I lose.

To make matters worse, the LOSER would have to treat the entire Biology class to a fully-paid dinner at the nearest Thai restaurant.

I’ve never seen my classmates so happy in a long, long time.

There are about 15 people that I’ll have to ‘TREAT’ (although i have a feeling that today’s class will see double the normal number of students).

And that Thai place charges at RM 16 per head.

So, the equation below shows,

          RM 16 x 15 + headaches + tears = BANKRUPTCY.

BAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!!!

Don’t worry though, I have no bitterness whatsoever towards Ling Ling.(continues to stab a voodoo doll with Ling Ling written on it)

Here’s a song i dedicate to him.

LING LING LING LING LING LING….

LING LING LING LING

LING LING LING LING LING LING….

LING LING LING LING

Chorus:

LING LING LING LING LING

LING LING LING LING LING LING

LING-A-LING-A-LING-A-LING LING LING!

let’s sing along !!!!

EDIT: Those who were there would know that absolutely nothing changed after the tuition. The classmates are still hungry, and the teacher is still (incurably) psycho.

On xxth June YYYY, my lovely school launches the so-called Family Day…

A day where students and their families can spend some time together within the school compound. A day where we,(the students, parents and teachers) supposedly, can have some fun and quality food.

A day where….

1) Almost none of our family members came.

2) The teachers STILL orders us around.

3) The tissues were provided by students.

4) The frozen food(s) were provided by students.

5) The manpower too, were provided by students.

6) The ‘DJ’ astounding us with his ABSOLUTELY EXCELLENT AND UNPARELLED ‘talking’ skills.

7) I cooked. (THE HORROR!)

We ran out of gas.

9) We ran out of tissues.

10) We ran out of salt.

11) Actually, we never had salt in the first place.

However, to say that I only saw the cons of this experience would be untrue. You see, there were positives that I took from this Family Day.

For example, I learned that with effort and co-operation between us students, anything is possible. We really helped and complemented each other very well that day.

I also saw the other side of G_Q, the side that just screams ‘HEAD CHEF’ all over, as well as Jeannie’s motherly, slightly nervous side whenever we under or overcooked (which happens a lot..).

Somehow, that day, there’s a feeling that we are all a large family. All of the sudden, the moniker "Family Day" didn’t look out of place at all. (’-')

A toast to Upper 6ix Biology! Cheers!

Well, other positives I’ve took from this day was….

Um….

Ah….

Well…

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Oh yeah! I learned that teachers are very dependent on students, and also the other way round*coughcough*.

Without each other*coughcough*, we could not, and would not , have been successful*coughcough* in making this FAMILY DAY an event we’ll never forget*coughcough*.

I mean it!*COUGHCOUGH* Really!!*COUGHCOUGH*

Ahem, excuse me, I need a cough syrup…

P.S. Never, ever, allow WHY to SALTIFY food again.

Heyya!

It’s 25 June 2006… And you know what that means?

The 1st post in my self-absorbed Internet journal!

Of course, since my PC is so chapplang, I have to type this in a Cyber Cafe, in between a sweaty Vietnamese guy and a Chinese gal who laughs all the time.

Oh wait, that’s my sister.

Anyway, just wanna have a post (this one) as the official opener of my blog. Hohoho….

And now,

I welcome…. you….

to BAAAHLAND.