Been a no-lifer thus the lack of posts.

No really, I'm just superlatively busy.

Re-exams are done, but if you think I'm allowed a single week of holiday, you just had the darndest wrongest notion ever. Yeah, 'supplementary lessons'. Just a way of saying 'extension of your everyday school'. Still waiting for news of advancement (or not). And actually from the back of my head I kinda wanna retain. Oh well, I'll let God decide through the school.

And I wanna rant about corrections.
Firstly, the copiosity of it. I seriously couldn't continue after finishing paper 1 of history cos my pen ran out of ink, and I ran out of paper. No kidding. Try 8 pages per essay, times 5. Don't let me begin on Geog and Econs. More essays is all I would say.

Secondly, what corrections do the science kids do? Zilch?

Thirdly, I don't get the point of duplicating answer keys. Especially the case for History. Counterproductive in terms of time, effort, and ink and paper. I could well use that time to study new stuff within the syllabus or actually try having a social life for the first time in 9 months.

Rant over! :D
I feel kinda bad that whenever I blog it's to rant about something. Oh well, that's a life of educational suppression for you.


So, been up to nothing much at all, just trainings and lectures.
Trainings' about every alternate day. Both laocai one and ODAC. Don't mind trainings half as much as lectures. *shudders*
Oh, I completed 24km with a 7kg load with track shoes and a schoolbag and suffered nothing but a blister! :D Okay, the blister was pretty bad, it bled but heck, superficial wound. :DD

I feel like I'm ready for army. (:
HAHA as if! Not ready for 30kg yet uh.



AAANNNNDDDD, I GOT MY ODAC SHIRT ALREADY! I FEEL LIKE PRANCING AROUND IN SCHOOL WITH IT. MY PRIDE AND JOY. :D
To hell with the people who undermine ODAC!

Cannot remember what else I wanted to say already.
So bye.

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This is a true story that occurred today.

Three guys noticed one 'hot' girl in the swimming pool today. Seeing that her boobs were really big, they ogled her for like 15mins or so. I was like "She in the water. Got refraction uh". But I just got called jealous, so I just let them be.

Then, after some time, one of the three guys said "Eh, just now that girl right, I saw her doing warm-ups. Turns out it was all an optical illusion. Not that big."



HAHAHHAHAHAHAHAA PWNED TTM!
And I'm like the artsy student and they're like the sciency ones who take physics (at least one does) to know what refraction is.


Ahh, bored. That's why I posted a lame story. But it only took me 5mins to type this. Damn.

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I ♥ pinching
Chubbs!

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(Firstly, I hope I do not give the false impression that I like flowers. They say all girls do. Apparently I'm an anomaly.) But this picture was taken with my chachat ex-8mp phone camera for Jessica. (:

So,
I shall rant tonight!
Sorry, I have nothing better to do at the moment.

Yeah, cos I got told off for not much of a good reason by two stubby men on two consecutive days. Oh blimey, I know.


First was a bus driver.
I nearly typed an 'Indian bus driver', but realised it might look racist later on so nah. Anal and not to mention shallow people (which there are more than plenty of) look at negative yet factual statements as a racist one so long as race is mentioned.

Anyway, the story goes somewhat like this.
I was heading to school, so I took the bus. Knowing that the money in my ez-link card was running dry, I decided to pay my bus fare in coins just in case. So yeah, I just did the norm.

Then, the bus driver called me back. In his thundering (and I seriously mean thundering, like freaking loud) voice, and asked if secondary school students had to show their ez-link card. I figured it was a really inappropriate rhetorical question since I was, firstly in my JC school uniform with the school badge prominant enough for that to be seen, and secondly, which service provider asks that sort of question? I thought they only provide answers. But heck, I showed him my card anyway.


I think by now you would've thought; that's it? That was it?
But nooooo, it has barely started.


He then asked me to tap my ez-link card. Which I stared quizzically at him cos I already paid the fare in coins, but I did it anyway. I know, I'm so compliant. Then he muttered a whole chunk of incomprehensive English ( maybe that's the thing about the Indian accent; it's so exotic and addictive you can never drop it) then asked me to 'tap and hold there', the last part and only part of the chunk I understood.

By now, I was already quite pissed off. Like what the hell, since when was paying my bus fare in coins such a long process? Cos I had been standing there long enough to probably give my PW oral presentation and was holding up all the other passengers' time. Okay, not me exactly, but that (obscene adjective) of a busdriver.


Right, so I just did everything that stub told me in a desperate bid to hurry get on with the bus ride and when it was finally all over and I was walking back to my seat, he told me this.
"Girl, next time you take bus you do this. Don't waste everyone's time"

I swear. If the law were non-existant I'd make sure he'll end up non-existant too. I've never seen such blatant shift of blame before. Not in the tertiary industry at least. Describing him as a pot calling the kettle black is way too much an understatement for him.


Think it's over? Nooooo, still not yet. I think even your patience is running out already. I think normal people would've died by my third para or smth already. HAHA. I think I can win the money for any Boiling Point show man.

Uh huh, so we all thought it was over, till a few stops later, when the bus stopped in front of a traffic light. He then walked all the way to the back of the bus where I was seated, asking another question that totally reflected his state of mind.
"Girl, just now your card still got money right? Then why you wanna pay in coins? You wanna save money is it?"

Yeah I did have some money left in my card. Like what, 80cents? So I just glared at him then rolled my eyes and turned to face the window while he carried on rambling away with more pride than a police officer interrogating a criminal.
And he had the bloddy guts to tell me I was wasting his time again.

I think that guy has got some severe issues. Should've been nice and offered him some counselling hotline.

Okay, I'm lazy to talk about the second stubby guy already. Not worth mentioning anyway. Ask me if you see me if you wanna know.


YAY GOODNIGHT.
NOW YOU KNOW I CAN RANT THE LENGTH OF AN ESSAY. :D

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Been a no-lifer thus the lack of posts.

No really, I'm just superlatively busy.

Re-exams are done, but if you think I'm allowed a single week of holiday, you just had the darndest wrongest notion ever. Yeah, 'supplementary lessons'. Just a way of saying 'extension of your everyday school'. Still waiting for news of advancement (or not). And actually from the back of my head I kinda wanna retain. Oh well, I'll let God decide through the school.

And I wanna rant about corrections.
Firstly, the copiosity of it. I seriously couldn't continue after finishing paper 1 of history cos my pen ran out of ink, and I ran out of paper. No kidding. Try 8 pages per essay, times 5. Don't let me begin on Geog and Econs. More essays is all I would say.

Secondly, what corrections do the science kids do? Zilch?

Thirdly, I don't get the point of duplicating answer keys. Especially the case for History. Counterproductive in terms of time, effort, and ink and paper. I could well use that time to study new stuff within the syllabus or actually try having a social life for the first time in 9 months.

Rant over! :D
I feel kinda bad that whenever I blog it's to rant about something. Oh well, that's a life of educational suppression for you.


So, been up to nothing much at all, just trainings and lectures.
Trainings' about every alternate day. Both laocai one and ODAC. Don't mind trainings half as much as lectures. *shudders*
Oh, I completed 24km with a 7kg load with track shoes and a schoolbag and suffered nothing but a blister! :D Okay, the blister was pretty bad, it bled but heck, superficial wound. :DD

I feel like I'm ready for army. (:
HAHA as if! Not ready for 30kg yet uh.



AAANNNNDDDD, I GOT MY ODAC SHIRT ALREADY! I FEEL LIKE PRANCING AROUND IN SCHOOL WITH IT. MY PRIDE AND JOY. :D
To hell with the people who undermine ODAC!

Cannot remember what else I wanted to say already.
So bye.

Labels: ranternobanter

This is a true story that occurred today.

Three guys noticed one 'hot' girl in the swimming pool today. Seeing that her boobs were really big, they ogled her for like 15mins or so. I was like "She in the water. Got refraction uh". But I just got called jealous, so I just let them be.

Then, after some time, one of the three guys said "Eh, just now that girl right, I saw her doing warm-ups. Turns out it was all an optical illusion. Not that big."



HAHAHHAHAHAHAHAA PWNED TTM!
And I'm like the artsy student and they're like the sciency ones who take physics (at least one does) to know what refraction is.


Ahh, bored. That's why I posted a lame story. But it only took me 5mins to type this. Damn.

Labels: elle-oh-elle

I ♥ pinching
Chubbs!

Labels: ♥

(Firstly, I hope I do not give the false impression that I like flowers. They say all girls do. Apparently I'm an anomaly.) But this picture was taken with my chachat ex-8mp phone camera for Jessica. (:

So,
I shall rant tonight!
Sorry, I have nothing better to do at the moment.

Yeah, cos I got told off for not much of a good reason by two stubby men on two consecutive days. Oh blimey, I know.


First was a bus driver.
I nearly typed an 'Indian bus driver', but realised it might look racist later on so nah. Anal and not to mention shallow people (which there are more than plenty of) look at negative yet factual statements as a racist one so long as race is mentioned.

Anyway, the story goes somewhat like this.
I was heading to school, so I took the bus. Knowing that the money in my ez-link card was running dry, I decided to pay my bus fare in coins just in case. So yeah, I just did the norm.

Then, the bus driver called me back. In his thundering (and I seriously mean thundering, like freaking loud) voice, and asked if secondary school students had to show their ez-link card. I figured it was a really inappropriate rhetorical question since I was, firstly in my JC school uniform with the school badge prominant enough for that to be seen, and secondly, which service provider asks that sort of question? I thought they only provide answers. But heck, I showed him my card anyway.


I think by now you would've thought; that's it? That was it?
But nooooo, it has barely started.


He then asked me to tap my ez-link card. Which I stared quizzically at him cos I already paid the fare in coins, but I did it anyway. I know, I'm so compliant. Then he muttered a whole chunk of incomprehensive English ( maybe that's the thing about the Indian accent; it's so exotic and addictive you can never drop it) then asked me to 'tap and hold there', the last part and only part of the chunk I understood.

By now, I was already quite pissed off. Like what the hell, since when was paying my bus fare in coins such a long process? Cos I had been standing there long enough to probably give my PW oral presentation and was holding up all the other passengers' time. Okay, not me exactly, but that (obscene adjective) of a busdriver.


Right, so I just did everything that stub told me in a desperate bid to hurry get on with the bus ride and when it was finally all over and I was walking back to my seat, he told me this.
"Girl, next time you take bus you do this. Don't waste everyone's time"

I swear. If the law were non-existant I'd make sure he'll end up non-existant too. I've never seen such blatant shift of blame before. Not in the tertiary industry at least. Describing him as a pot calling the kettle black is way too much an understatement for him.


Think it's over? Nooooo, still not yet. I think even your patience is running out already. I think normal people would've died by my third para or smth already. HAHA. I think I can win the money for any Boiling Point show man.

Uh huh, so we all thought it was over, till a few stops later, when the bus stopped in front of a traffic light. He then walked all the way to the back of the bus where I was seated, asking another question that totally reflected his state of mind.
"Girl, just now your card still got money right? Then why you wanna pay in coins? You wanna save money is it?"

Yeah I did have some money left in my card. Like what, 80cents? So I just glared at him then rolled my eyes and turned to face the window while he carried on rambling away with more pride than a police officer interrogating a criminal.
And he had the bloddy guts to tell me I was wasting his time again.

I think that guy has got some severe issues. Should've been nice and offered him some counselling hotline.

Okay, I'm lazy to talk about the second stubby guy already. Not worth mentioning anyway. Ask me if you see me if you wanna know.


YAY GOODNIGHT.
NOW YOU KNOW I CAN RANT THE LENGTH OF AN ESSAY. :D

Labels: ranternobanter

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