Natalie essay correction.

"No, you are doing it wrong again, try adding this with that first before multiplying with this."

I glanced at my new tuition teacher, May, with puzzling and worried eyes. We had started on this math question half an hour ago and I still have not grasped the idea of the technique to solve this particular type of question. Luckily, a pair of paitient eyes met mine and I let out a sigh of relief. A few of my previous private teachers had walked out on me because of my inability to learn things quick enough and I was afraid that May might have had enough of me and walk out too. But she did not.

I studied my tutor's face while she attempted to solve the brain-wrecking question I had difficulty with. She was in her fifties and had a hairstyle that I felt was professional: Short black hair with a hint of brownish-red hat reached up to her shoulders while the tips curled towards her face. She also had a few wrinkles on her face and wore a pair of black spectacles. Overall, it gave her a feline upper class look.

"Okay, now try refering to my steps on this question and try to solve the other similiar questions," she said as she disrupted my train of thoughts."

And so I did. I tried and tried until I got the question right.

"YES!" I looked at my teacher with huge elated eyes and started hopping around the table feeling as if I was on cloud nine. My teacher did not joined me into the childishness but I knew that she was plesantly happy as she gave me a proud approving look.

The clouds dispersed when an employee of Macdonalds came to stare at me, signalling me to stop with my nonsense.

I smiled sheepishly at her and went back to my seat. Still grinning like a bobcat, I diligently finished up my work.

"And so, this session ends here. I hope you would still presevere with your work and as I said.."

"Nothing is impossible," I continued the sentence for her. She tucked all her belongings into her dull brown leather bag before leaving the area sophistaically."

I watched as she walked out of the shop and her quote rang inside my head- nothing is impossible. After a few more sessions with her, I was disapointed to say that she could not guide me anymore. She was invited to return to her hometown in America where her children would provide for her, in other words, retirement. Who could resist such an offer made? I doubt that anyone could reject. Thus, she left. For happiness.

Before she left for her flight. She wrote a letter saying only three huge elegant neatly written words- Nothing is impossible.

After she left, my mother asked me if I wanted a new teacher. I firmly said "NO". My dad tried to persuade me to have one by pointing out my previous atrocious results and added that it would affect my overall O'level results this year. I shook my head, " I want to be independant, I want to acheive goals for myself, nothing is impossible!" From that moment onwards, they never asked if I wanted a teacher.

Remembering her words of wisdom, I worked hard for my O'levels, never once having the urge to stop as "Nothing is impossible."

On the day of the examination, I walked into the room with my head sunk low to revise the math and walked out with my head held high, not wondering about how badly I have done but how good I will score.

Then, on the day of the release of the results, I screamed for the second time of my life; my first time was when I scored F9 for my results. Reason: Math- A2. Never would I dreamt about having distinction for my math exams and I clutched the paper while tears of joy streamed down my cheeks as I chanted. "Nothing is impossible.."

If I had not listen to May's advice, I would have become the only black sheep in the family; my siblings were all top-scorers in their classes which would prove to be embarassing and disheartening. And now, I am able to take up the course I like in poly. The advice, I believe, had etched itself strongly into my heart and would help me now and years to come.....

Coincidence, perhaps

Still remember one of my previous post regarding a newspaper article that is about rats infesting the whole Orchard road? I discovered a rat in a trashbin in my class this morning! It was a black rat; not sure about its size, but I do know that its an adult. Also not sure how it got into the bin in the first place, it was unable to climb, jump out of the holding area this morning when I first saw it. I would believe that it fell from the ceiling and dropped straight into the bin and got trapped. Out of amazement, I videoed the rat for awhile, wanting to it show off to my friends who did not witness the rat commotion. Of course, had really fun times having the rat around, most of the girls screamed when they first saw it which cracked me up. No, I am not sick, just that their reactions were really funny.

My fun and laughter stopped when Ms Soh came to our classroom to deposit the visualiser for later usage. Our class showed her our newest pet and she demanded us to release it back into the wild. I had a huge dissapointment then, I expected her to jump and scream and plead us to get it away from her, but no, she just have to kill my fun by liberating it. She made Pearle hold the dustbin and follow her downstairs and commenced the operation- "Rat's freedom". I did trust people to adopt more cats then to get rid of the source.

And there it ended, the rat was gone- from my sight. It ran straight into drain, and I could safely assume that it would still lurk around the school, with its extremely huge family. With their sharp teeth, preparing to get hold of any leftovers as soon as we are gone. Now that I think of it, rats are everywhere. Eew, not going to see things the way they are again. And there goes my optimism. Oh well, good day everyone! :)

Boohoo!

Traumatic day.

There were alot of unfortunate happenings today in my life. Not that today was the worst, but I do have to say that it still made my day miserable. It started off with the Social Studies level test we had. To finish up three SBQ questions in fourty-five minutes- Mr.Aljunied said that they were already very generous with the time given, but I still think that they were rather stingy. Maybe it is because that I have not gotten used to write long long essays fast in a long time; I eventually gave up on my neat handwriting halfway through the test and started to scribble as much words as I could to answer the questions- to obtain the maximum marks I could get. The last question was the one which triggered my atrocious writing to be revealed- it is the question which carried the most marks, the question that will show the difference between a A1 to a B4 student and it was a question that I do NOT know how to answer.

Note: I do NOT know how to answer.

Even if I had gotten the other two questions correct with full marks, which I doubt so, I would at most acheive 61%. Which is not going to be pretty when result slips are given out. Dread that very day. But on the other hand, Mr.Aljunied, finally noticing that the his classes are going to do real badly for the level test, tried to save us by giving us "bonus marks". The ultimate results aren't released yet, which would be anticipating. Luckily there's still this angelish side of him, or else I would not know what to do. Suicide? Naw, that's too stupid.

The next horrifiying event would be right after PE. When news leaked out that we are to change into our school uniforms by the end of our recesses and Mdm Tan finds Mr. Sng to finalise it. All hell broke lose. Mdm Tan, looking ever so sternly, went to our class in the midst of her own lesson, just to tell us about it- that we would be sent to the bluerooms if we hadn't change after recess and she saw it. She is one who would follow the rules very closely, so I doubt that any chances would be given. Oh poopie. Have to change into uniforms with our on-going sweating bodies now, gross. Why just can't they be flexible with it? Geez. They just have to add up to my to-do-list. What a drag...

And the final thing which is the worst of the worst, happened to me when I hang out with my choir-clique at park after the sectionals. We loitered around the playground area and was pla ying around when Luigi gave me a challenge, "how long can you stand, holding on to this thing?" Well, I am not exactly sure what it is called, but I do know that it is a pole that is stucked perpendicularly to the ground and that it has a small circular platform at the lower region of the pole to allow legs to be placed there. So to play that thing, all you have to do is to stand on the platform and hold on to the pole, and let the others spin you around.

And yes, I stupidly took the dare and stand on that torture tool and he started to spin me. It was only after a few rounds when I started to feel dizzy all over and the force around me threatened to swing me away. I grabbed hold of the pole as tightly as possible and closed my eyes forcefully and shouted them to stop. As soon as they stopped pushing, the world around me didnt seemed to turn better. Instead, it was the same as before, spinning and spinning and spinning. Unknowningly, I dropped to the floor, while still holding to that pole as if it would save my life. And of course, I even have this strong ugre to fall to the ground when I tilted my body alittle, but I fought it back. I was regaining abit of the control of myself then, but still, my body felt so heavy then, it was so scary. I tried to hold my position for a short short while before attempting to move again. The second try was easier and I was back to my feet, though supporting myself by holding on to to things. The earth didn't stopped moving though, it was as if I was a drunk man. I rested for awhile and I started being normal again. And that's the last time I would play that thing again with friends pushing me, I think.

Newspaper article

Summary: Rats are infesting the whole area. Views are taken from different age groups about the matters. And that pest control efforts have increased.

What I have learnt: 1) Rats are attracted by scraps.
2) Move about in drains, pipe, skewers.
3) Love sweets
4) Average size about 12cm long
5) Not afraid of people.
6) "Migrate" if overcrowding.

My views: Rats are cute, but lethal when interacted with them. Just like polar bears. The bears could just slap your head off your body easily when their hostile towards you, but what about rats? They spread deadly diseases, plague-ing the whole city/nation with nightmares, which are 10 times worser. Just hope that they won't start their breeding campaigne in my house, or I would bring home all stray cats around my housing estate and feed them with the mouses.

Unexpected great news!

Firstly, I want to say sorry to Mr. Wee that I have not did the newspaper review that I am supposed to do yesterday. I kind of forget to bring the newspaper home today and yesterday, so didn't get the chance to read it(if you take this as an excuse). I am really a forgetful person, ask my friends around me. Me misplacing things are more than often to be considered as "usual stuffs" to them. "Not a shocking news," is what I heard from my partner now whenever I told him that I lost something. Of course, I would always find it soon after, but that's not the point.

Anyway, the great news I received today had got something indirectly to do with my forgetfulness. As most of my friends know, I used to be devoid of communications(except for internet, which is a must have). But now, with the latest(not really) technology my parents presented me with, I am able to chat with my friends at any time, anywhere of the day! Whoopie!

To say the truth, I used to have this technology three times previously, but I blew it- due to my forgetfullness. It was only with my consistent begging and growing age that they had to get me one. Although I have to say that it ain't their fault for not trusting me with it, I mean, losing three phones in less than three months. How is that not a cause of distrust? If I were the parent, I would ask my child to forget about it.

Then again, I won't. It would be pretty harsh, don't you think? As the world progresses, alots of technologies, especially forms of communicating, gradually becomes a must-have. Or you would be famed as outdated but that's not the worst part, the worst part is that, you wouldn't survive. Cruel world isn't it?

Valentine's Day.

Today, is the first day, that I have ever celebrated Valentine's day. It was awesome to say the least, didn't had discomforts at any moment, was purely made up of fun and laughter. Before we set off to our desired destination(Causeway point), my friends and I walked past a group of our school's netballers(I knew some of them, same class); and they did something that amused me quite a bit- they stared at me with a poker face on. Just like how two gangs of people will look at each other before initiating a fight. Me, of course, looked back at them, wanting to say "hello" at first but dismissed that thought when received the unfriendly hospitality. The tension then, somehow was unbearable. Wonder why.

I didn't wondered for long before getting back to my happy-go-lucky mood. My friends had this kind of effect on me; getting rid of questioning thoughts and stay focus on reality. Of course, there were times when their magic would lose it's effect, though it only happens once in a blue moon.

Too bad that I was short of cash; or I would have participated more actively during our arcade session at causeway point. Argh, should have brought more money. Nevertheless, I enjoyed myself alot over there- cheered, shouted, screamed. It was rather unfortunate that one of my friends, Xue Li, lost her bracelet in the midst of all the fun, what a way to dampen our spirits ey? We went about the suspicious areas and began our searching but we ended up with nothing. That's when we decided to forget about it and continued to have our fun. And sure enough, we picked up what we have left before the incident and used the time to it's fullest.

When it was time for us to go to our respective homes, we began exchanging gifts. Firstly, we jumbled up all the gifts together in one HUGE shopping bag and named the gifts ranging from number 1 to 6. Then we will have individuals to call out a number in the range, and he/she would get the present with the respective numbers! In the end, I received two presents. One from my gan mei(god-sister) and another also from my gan mei. It happened so that she bought individual presents for everyone and I so happened to call out her exchanging gift's number. So yea, two from her.

So what did I received? One soft-fluffy bear and another piggy-bank bear. Bear bear bear. didn't know she's so obsessed with them. At least it's not cally's gift, I heard that she wrapped a "dustbin". Still, I would accept any gifts with open arms, It's what the thought counts right? Anyway, Happy Valentine's Day everyone!

Firedrill and some random things..

Firedrill today, was expected. Knew that it would be during the PE lessons when the alarm would rang- the school just considers the secondary 4s too much. I still haven't gotten over the thing about sec4's not allowed to be seated at the gallery yet, I mean, I always look at it as a privillage, it's like you get to sit there after putting hardwork for so many years, so honourable. Everything changed when the sec4s were swapped with sec1s. Not that I will complaint much about it, it's just not fair.

I would have to say that this year's firedrill was so much faster than the last few years! Which dissapointed me, to be honest. Sports is just not my thing, and I presume that it will never be. Being surrounded with pro-PE friends, I had nothing to say. Everyone was like rushing, "quick, I want my PE!", that's one thing I dislike about being the minority, you would have a "Nono's choice".

But that doesn't mean that I don't enjoy myself during PE lessons. It's just that I would have to say repeated sorries. I don't like to be a burden, restricting a team from it's fullest potential, just because of a blacksheep. Then again, would be it called a team if I wasn't in it? That would have to depend on how the team members look at me, I guess.

PE is fun when everyone's committed into it, that's my conclusion when the lesson ends. Therefore, I would try my very best when engaged in any sports all the time, be it that I contribute to the team or not, I still do; the experience would always fruitful- sweet and juicy. And after the workouts, I would drink clean clear water and savours my own victory against myself- I did it, I played a match.

P.S. I am still an ANTI-PE.

The unexpected yet weird return.

As we all know, Sean, by right, had medication certificate(MC) that lasts over a period of 14 days, but he came on the 13th day! And told Mr.Aljunied, our form teacher, that he would not want to come on friday. Obviously, he is abusing the power of the MC to go for his favourite lessons! Kudos to him for that. Though I have to say that I really pity him now for he has ALOT of catching up to do as he doesn't understand a single thing during math lesson, except for the individual math numbers and symbols. Which would be pathetic.

Oh well, that's life for him. He slacked for about two weeks and now it's the payback time. Tried to warn him about coming back school prepared but I guess it went on deaf ears, so, this is his just desserts I guess and this is justice! You can't just get away from school and do nothing about it and expects everything to be like the "old times" when you come back, it doesn't make sense. And judging from the speed of the lessons, I believed that he missed quite a numbers of chapters already.

And now, the accumulation of two week's worth stress had all been delivered to him all at one blow; a smack in the face. Hope that the burden he carries now, won't pull him downhill. It would be devastating to say the least; just because of a stupid infection that cause his marks. Doesn't really sound fair. Work doubly the hard, and I am sure he would be able catch up. *Hints hints*

"WOW" accident.

11th Feb 2009 about 5:15pm, I witnessed an incident right in front of my eyes for the very first time. There were no casaulties, only a moment of shock(not for the weak hearted). Weather was rather pleasant then, the air smelled fresh as it had just drizzled about 10 minutes before- causing the road to be slippery. Which lead us to the "little" incident I had seen...

I started off with walking back home, towards the LRT station with my friends, Alan and Meng Zhong. We were chatting animately then; and because I stand on the utmost right of the pavement, I need to turn my head towards my left to communicate, and that's when I saw the whole incident happened.

That driver was speeding along the road then, drinking a packet of drink with one hand- another was used to manuveur the car. The car obviously needed some polishing, looked quite outdated, old. Everything seemed to be so normal until that car started to spin on the road.

Guess what's my first reaction then? I screamed. "Oh My God!" My friends, heard my scream, startled, and followed my vision towards the source. I don't know how much have they seen, but I knew that they saw from the point when the car driver calmly drove away, as if nothing had happened before.

Which made me wonders, does that happens rather often with that terribly old car of his/her's? Or is it that he/she had a lot of things on his/her mind then? You know, didn't pay attention, ponders over stuff, speed metre keeps jumping up and when he/she found out, stepped on the brake and the car starts to spin.

Luckily no one was crossing the road then! Imagine what would happen if someone does? Scary... Anyway, after the car went out of our sight, my friends started to "blame" me for my "sound effects". Which, you know, shocked them. And everything started to regain it's peacefullness again.

And that concludes my first witnessing incident. Nothing interesting, I know.

P.S. Interesting things started to happen to me one by one, hope that they never stops or that I would never experience them!!

Russell Lee

Well, as we all know, Russell Lee came to visit our school today, to promote his book: Singapore True Ghost Stories. A pity that I was unable to attend his talk due to the Math remedial but haplessly managed to catch a glimpse of him when I had to go into library to do my history project. Bliss in disguise, is what I would call it.

Of course, I didn't went gaga over him, I mean, who would? He was quite mysterious, okay, not quite mysterious, but VERY mysteious with his god-knows-how-many-layers of clothings, hat and some sock-liked thing that covers up his face! And When I say face, I meant the WHOLE entire face. You can't see any of his features, except for height and body build; with very inaccurate estimation.

Why did he even dressed up like that? To create a sense of mysteriousness? So that his indentity won't be revealed? Or is it because that he's disfigured due to his work? Or even that he's not a.... human? I doubt that the latter would be correct, but still, there's a possibility right? Thinking about him just sends shivers down my spine,

Anyway, I was thinking, does he felt warm in that outfit? Then again, I believed that he wore that same outfit over and over again when he goes for public appearances. So he should be used to it. One more thing, how much does he earn per month? Doesn't seem to be alot due to the fact that he's a storywriter. One thing that halts my dream of becoming an author, not that I want to be one anyway, my imaginations are cliche and limited.

So, on my way home, I met one of my friends, muslimin, and he gave me a bookmark-sized card and told me to keep it. You know, seeing that he was in a rush, I took it and walked home with my friends. And guess what's the content of that little slip my friend gave me? It says..

"Write a story and win CASH!

Write a ghost story and send it to Russell Lee. Win cash and mystery prizes in the ANGSANA RUSSELL LEE CONTEST! It's really simple to enter. Email your stories to RussellLee@flameoftheforest.com OR mail to : >inserts address here< "

Well, I was thinking of sending my previous post, "ALARM CLOCK!?!". but then again, is it even considered as a ghost story? I mean, it's just a dream. Do I have to edit the details? I won't be alive if it ain't a dream. Flesh being dug out from the back- lost of blood. Squeezed tightly- suffocation. Oh never mind, all I had to do, is to "see first".

School on friday.

It was fun, really fun, even with the A math lesson today. As our class spotted an intruder halfway through a lesson. That intrusive visitor flew everywhere and disrupted our class, breaking our concentrations from time to time. It also made noises that gave me goosebumps. It was a huge bee. Our teacher, Mdm Tan, asked us to ignore it. Easy for those who sat far away from it, but ridiculously hard for those who sat just under it.

That yellow insect, for some reason, dropped some liquid on my friend, Alan. Which the teacher claimed to be "doing it's buisness". Which of course, disgusted me to no end. Oh ya, earlier on, when I said that it made noises, the bee does it by squeezing itself, vibrating against the light tube. Don't even know what it is doing then, trying to gain heat? Highly impossible.

After that, we had our PE lesson, was tons of fun. Made me really engage into the sport while playing, didn't care about useless stuffs like, "how long more before the bell rings?". Instead, groaned when asked to stop. What a drag.

Weirdest Dream

Once again, after about a few months, I dreamt about something weird again. The scene in my dream started in my bedroom, picturing me when I was 5~7 years old. I woke up during midnight, shivering, wanted to answer nature's call, so I went to switch on the toilet lights. When the light was switched on, it started to flicker. Then, a ghostly figure appeared right it front of me. It wasn't tall, about the same height as I do, It has long hairs that cascades down from it's head to the ground, it's hands were by it side(in a natural way), she was facing the floor and it has long fingernails. Dumbfounded, I stared while gaping at the figure as It began to take after a womenly physical shape. It was when the figure started moving her head upwards that I quickly went to switched off the lights as well as my mouth. That was when I concluded that It was a ghost, a short female ghost. After the mortifying experience, I sat down on my bed, calming myself down. It was when I felt serene that I realise that I was unable to hold myself any longer and I rush towards the other toilet in the house. Didn't know I was that dumb in my early ages.

And the scene flashes back and replays again, only that this time, the figure always appeared to be what it is on the previous attempts to go toilet and continues to transform. Until It has a physical state. That was when things are different...

Her hands reached out to me, beckoning me to come as her fingers did the universal signal. I shook my head, and rushed to get rid of the lights. Out of the room, I started to run. Feeling scared, I placed my hands on my eyes murmuring something which I also don't know and bumped into a figure. A warm soild figure. That was when my nerves soothed and I look up. It was my mother. She smiled warm-hearted at me and pulled me into a hug. Of course, still haunted by the horrors I had seen, I returned her hug, to seek comfortness.

Slowly, the warm hands shrank into small icy cold hands, I felt it, worried and said, "mommy cold cold, me get blanket, make us warm warm" and tried to break the hug. But I couldn't. That was when my head started to function and realised that It was the ghost I was hugging. Petrified, I tried to get out of her grasp with more force this time. But I still couldn't, and the hold started tightening- to the extend that I couldn't breathe. I resisted more and more. Trying all ways to get away from her- one of the ways I used was to karate chop on the back of her neck, like the type we usually see in movies, to one hit-ko a person.

When the iron clutch, squeezed my tiny body into some inhumanly impossible shape, I screamed. Surprisingly, I heard what she said when I was screaming. It was of a voice of malice, " Shut up". I wanted to obey her orders, but the excruciating pain coming from my body detered me from doing that. I continued to scream. And more pain came in, she sunk her fingernails into my flesh and dug it(my flesh) out. Bit by bit, with her seemingly unbreakable claws. And then, it went to bite me.

And I awoke, I looked at the clock, 7.16am. Shit, going to be late for school.

I always wished to have an alarm clock inside my body system- to call me to wake up in the mornings so that I won't have to rely on my family. But this is kind of scary; this alarm ring tone that I have, hoped that it change into less gorifying ones!

Feeling bad.

I just felt extremely inferior. You know, whenever I thought I was way high up on the peak, I was wrong. I was not even half-way up. This type of realisation always took me a long time to find out and it hurts when It does. Why? The answer is simple: Incompetence, self confidence. I thought I came across with the fact that I was really average long time ago, but i guess my heart didn't listened. I still sought to be good in everything I do. And when I thought I got my things perfectly done, it wasn't. And it hurts. I guess I have build up this huge ego thinking that I was good a long time ago- just like a snowball rolling down a snow mountain; irreversable and culmilates over time. Then again, it could be that I am a decomposed body, maggots feeding on me; a natural process- I am rotting.

What kind of a person am I? Whenever surveys ask me this type of questions, I would always circle/tick/write all the positive things. Neglecting all my negative characteristics, denying myself. Hoping to let people see how an angel I am while hiding my devilish side. Sometimes I just want to shout out to people saying I ain't what they see me as, But I didn't. I was afraid, afraid that people would start discriminating me. I think I am the ugliest person in the world; didn't even accept myself for who I am, putting up a fake front in front of others. I don't even think I have an identify. Literally, yes. Mentally, no.

Still, this pain I felt, it's a natural human process no? To be feeling inferior, It's something I guess I have to get used to. To be at top is not just a mile away, instead, a universal away, It's rather impossible for me to obtain it. I think, being content with myself and not competing with others is my way to go.

So long, inferiority. Hope you never comes back.

Feeling inferior.

Not a filler

Mr Wee said that, if we are to blog daily, 10 marks is as good as ours. I actually wanted to write lame things here and there, but to post something without much content at all, isn't called blogging. So, I decided that I would only post when I have something "interesting" to talk about- praying hard that abnormal things will happen to me. Of course, that being said, I have things to write about today!

Firstly, I want to wish my friend, Sean, a speedy recovery and hope that the serious sore-eye infection wouldn't physically change his appearance. I mean, eyes swelling for more than a week- the skin might loosen; just like the way when you pull a rubber band and hold it for a long time: It will get bigger than before. Not a plesant thought to think about. Also, when you have sore-eyes, your eyes would be red in colour, can't imagine what would happen to the extreme cases of it. Definitely would be painful when you think about it. Ouch. What's more if you try to touch it. Eew. Heard that you would tear often too, to get something "dirty" out from the eyes, weirdness.

Secondly, I just want to say that the A math test we had today was extremely tough! Skipped most of the questions. No doubt, I would fail that paper. Which means reviews questions to be done. Argh, hate them. Takes up time, effort, kills alot of brain cells but the worst thing is that, it actually helps. If it doesn't, it would be end of my miseries. For the moment. How good would it be if the world had turn upside down; slack and get A1, cat chasing dogs, theif catching polices......okay, perhaps that it ain't that good. Still, to slack and get A1....What a dream, isn't it?


Thirdly, heard news from a reliable source, or should I say the problem itself, that the choir members are to be tested individually tomorrow. Haven't been doing that since ages ago, and now it comes back. One of the horrors that would haunt me forever. Dread it alot. Hate it. Okay, not really hate it, but dislike it. It's quite embarassing when there are eyes on you, anticipating you to sing. Such hopefullness would only lead me to dug my head into the ground. Hope that tomorrow wouldn't come, only if my wishes would come true...

3rd post- in school.

Name: Yap Poh Heng(40)
Class: 4e2.

So, here I am, sitting in this comp lap 4 typing this post with the whole class during English lesson. We are told to finish this one post about Natalie, our RT(Relieve teacher), about what we learnt and how we like/dislike her lessons; we are to give suggestions if we don't feel that the her teaching style is good, followed by Mr Wee.

I actually kind of disliked the idea of us, being split into groups of 5~6, then we had to discuss among ourselves a section of her compo, and then present it to the class. I felt that we had wasted quite alot of the time as most of us did not took the work seriously and sitting with friends easily shortens our attention span.

Though I have to admit that the method would be useful if the class were to be cooperative. And that would happen if she had been with us for awhile. Too bad she didn't, and just gave the assignment on the first day of her lesson.

And of course, what I have learnt from her, is what I have learnt from Mr Wee.

->"Cambridge markers are suckers for details, high-value words and punctuation."

Of course, that's not the only thing I have learnt. The uses of minor words that would elevate the value of the sentences is also one thing that have stuck into my head. As it gives an overwhelming "feel"- something unexplainable. Copy and pasting is something I had learnt, but I don't think I will use it because I am lazy.

For Mr. Wee's case. I like the way he teaches us english. I mean, I can't really find much faults or anything lacking EXCEPT for his extremely HUGE LOUD voice! My eardrums would burst if he explains anything near me. Lucky that they are still functioning or I would have sued him. Not that I will really do that, but you get the idea.

P.S. I love english lessons.

Having 2 blogs now...

Okay, my english teacher, Mr Wee, wanted us to start a blog in the multiply website. He said that the blog is also one of the components that makes up our overall english CA scores! Which is kind of frustrating for me. I mean, I already have a blog here so why blog over to the other side? I definitely wouldn't want to double post, it would be "unoriginal" to me and in the mean time, boring.

But i guess that's the way it is. Thus, my posts over here are "copied" to the other side, so that he could read all my posts and hopefully give me an A! I suddenly find it to be unplesant to have a blog that is blank. so yea, the reason for my "copying".

The juniors came to sing with us for choir for the first time today. And I would say that it's quite interesting and fun. Though i was displease to say that most of the boys went to the altos because their voice haven't break yet. Hope they break it soon enough so that they can join the baritones! Lovely sight to see, isn't it?