Hours ago, I got off the phone with my uncle, better known to me as Pak lang. It's so funny how he always has a story up his sleeve for me... ever since I was a kid. He used to tell me about durians and snakes and he was the one who insisted on buying me educational softwares, making me practise my grammar and maths. Somehow though, he always gave in to "Madeline" or "Putt-putt" (haha yes i LOVED those games!!) after persistant wheedling and whining, much to my kiddish delight.
So anyway today he was telling me to aim for an 'A' in economics and give Islamic banking a shot. "THAT'S WHERE THE MONEY IS, NAS! DON'T DO MASS COMM"
Well, NEWS FLASH: I'm in the lowest band for econs at Millennia-fucking-Institute and it's quite safe to say that I'm probably among the weakest A'level candidates for economics in the entire Singapore. But I'm trying, really I am. Of course my uncle wouldn't understand my reluctance and laziness because his profession doesn't recognize stuff like sitting down to rest, daydream/blog! They'd probably lose a few million for every minute off. I don't think he's ever even experienced boredom in the last 15 years. Naturally, I am always very touched when he calls me during whatever little spare time he has to chart my progress. I told him about my first two Cs that I scored for the Econs mock test (which i admit i kinda cheated on, since I saw the qns and quickly crammed whatever one hour before the paper) and he went on to tell me very very enticing stuff about Islamic Banking, throwing figures at me (i was already translating those figures into material goods like Bottega Venetta and Balenciaga in my head) . I guess he just wants one of us to work with a bank, because it's almost like guranteeing your financial security. Of course he never fails to add that it's really extremely risky and stressful shit... which explains his receeding hairline.
I really look up to my uncle and I hope that whoever I find in the future would be just like him. I like the way he respects everyone and the way he's so humble and sincere in everything that he does. Also, he's the neatest and most gentle husband to my auntie (haha, or so she claims). Nevertheless, my auntie also complains about how he's the least romantic guy she's ever met because my uncle would present her with a new kitchen appliance on each and every of her birthday, to replace the faulty one, right from the first year they got married. But I bet she love all those suprise holidays and also the "loose change", in hundreds, that she finds hidden all over the place around the house when she cleans! Haha. From the way he eats, to the way he spends, I can only hope that my future husband share these traits too. There is nothing sexier than to have a man who can pay off credit card bills without accumulating interest. Mrs Pillai (mr pillai's wife) can vouch for that, i'm sure.
ANYWAYS,
Selamat fasting semua people :) No hanky panky y'all, those with bfs/gfs or FRIENDS WITH BENEFITS (haha, youknowwhoyouare horr).
I am sooo excited. I can't wait to pray my heart out and hope, work and just pray for the best that He is willing to give.
Oh and i'm also looking forward to dropping 2 dress sizes. Hopefully with all that stress, 4! Ambitious, i know. But yeah, that's just an additional perk. I have bigger fish to catch and fry.
Sunday, August 31, 2008
Welcome to silkspreadsheets!
So why did I close down slushiepuss?
Firstly, it's because my parents have been reading.
The second reason is because I think "slushiepuss" sounds rather vulgar, don't you? I'm not slushie and I'm no puss anyway. Whatever those are supposed to mean.
The final reason is simply because I find myself getting very very distracted by own blog. And i guess I can't afford the time, not now. I guess i assumed that changing my blog add would discourage me from checking the tagboard every few hours. Haha, to be honest, what i see on my tagbrd scares me sometimes but yet the anticipation is probably the only rush i get these days. All sorts of weird characters, funny.
So if you've found me, it's either because I told you or you're good at blog hopping :) Either way, as long as you're not my mama and abah, I don't quite mind.
What do you think of the new blog add anyway? Quite a mouthful. Silkspreadsheets. Why this? I don't know. I like my blog addresses to start with 's'. Always been that way.
Firstly, it's because my parents have been reading.
The second reason is because I think "slushiepuss" sounds rather vulgar, don't you? I'm not slushie and I'm no puss anyway. Whatever those are supposed to mean.
The final reason is simply because I find myself getting very very distracted by own blog. And i guess I can't afford the time, not now. I guess i assumed that changing my blog add would discourage me from checking the tagboard every few hours. Haha, to be honest, what i see on my tagbrd scares me sometimes but yet the anticipation is probably the only rush i get these days. All sorts of weird characters, funny.
So if you've found me, it's either because I told you or you're good at blog hopping :) Either way, as long as you're not my mama and abah, I don't quite mind.
What do you think of the new blog add anyway? Quite a mouthful. Silkspreadsheets. Why this? I don't know. I like my blog addresses to start with 's'. Always been that way.
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
Personal attack on "yu"
Question on a pseudo GP mock exam:
Should teachers openly condescend students in front of their own peers? Discuss.
Okay... hmmmm, let's analyse this question together, the way a trained GP student ought to.
Key words: Discuss, should.
Subject matter to discuss: relationship between students and teachers.
Scope: Globally, in Singapore's context or... to be more precise, MILLENNIA INSTITUTE.
Okay, now that we've covered the bases and clarified definitions, let's dive into the "PEEL" structure :)
Introduction: Indeed it is human for teachers to pass remarks, (or to put it in a more politically correct context) to discuss students in their own private time. It is acceptable only if these teachers have prior knowledge about the students that they are exchanging views upon. This is so because it is hardly justified and fair if teachers are not even allowed to discuss the matter that form the basis of their entire career: their students. Thus, while it is pragmatic and understandable for teachers to talk about students, their purpose of doing so is only truly justified when it comes to having their academic interests at heart- provided they have first hand experience and knowledge about the students (meaning, if you've never taught them, or even come into contact with them in a classroom, then shut up). Furthermore, it is also absurd and infinitely silly for teachers to speak ill of random students in front of their own tutees because they should have enough sense to know that the loyalties of students ultimately lie with their own fellow schoolmates!
Point: Teachers should not proudly condescend students they've never taught in front of their other peers because it reflects badly on their integrity as a member of the highly respected Ministry of Education, Singapore. Also, students today are very savvy and are extremely coherent when it comes to airing their views (do NOT underestimate them) thus unsuspecting teachers ought to be wary of what they say or they may face with certain consequences.
Example: A teacher at MI came across as utterly foolish and arrogant after passing this utterly ridiculous remark, "Those two students at the stone table are just flipping the pages of their GP resource package and talking. Confirm fail tomorrow." This was a comment passed during break-time.
Elaboration: This indicates his lack of awareness and his judgemental nature towards these two students and their capabilities. Furthermore, it also shows the lack of regard that he has for the amount of effort that his colleagues have invested into ensuring that their students are well-equipped with the skills and content that they need in order to triumph the prelim paper (which is tomorrow, btw)
Link back to question: Thus a teacher should definitely not condescend students in front of their own peers because this will only reflect badly on them as it allows others the room to question his position as an educator. Everybody (as it does not exclusively apply to teachers) should be mindful of what they say because one day, their own words might just bite them right back in their GARGANTUAN, STEATOPYGIC BUTTOCKS (oh sorry if anyone took offence... i'm just "showing off" some words i've learnt here, which coincidentally describes yu very very well.)
Conclusion: It just so happens that today is an auspicious day for this to happen to Yu. He is actually quite notoriously famous for his arrogance. He probably suffers from a superioirity complex.
Off the record, I personally suspect that he stores most of his ego in his butt. But it's already suffering from a spillover effect, as we all can see.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
I rest my case.
I had fun practising my PEEL structure today. I hope you had fun reading!
P/S: I can only hope (and pray) that I'll do well for my GP tomorrow because my GP tutor, Ms Yani has been fantastically helpful and this will be a good chance to show what I've learnt from her :)
Should teachers openly condescend students in front of their own peers? Discuss.
Okay... hmmmm, let's analyse this question together, the way a trained GP student ought to.
Key words: Discuss, should.
Subject matter to discuss: relationship between students and teachers.
Scope: Globally, in Singapore's context or... to be more precise, MILLENNIA INSTITUTE.
Okay, now that we've covered the bases and clarified definitions, let's dive into the "PEEL" structure :)
Introduction: Indeed it is human for teachers to pass remarks, (or to put it in a more politically correct context) to discuss students in their own private time. It is acceptable only if these teachers have prior knowledge about the students that they are exchanging views upon. This is so because it is hardly justified and fair if teachers are not even allowed to discuss the matter that form the basis of their entire career: their students. Thus, while it is pragmatic and understandable for teachers to talk about students, their purpose of doing so is only truly justified when it comes to having their academic interests at heart- provided they have first hand experience and knowledge about the students (meaning, if you've never taught them, or even come into contact with them in a classroom, then shut up). Furthermore, it is also absurd and infinitely silly for teachers to speak ill of random students in front of their own tutees because they should have enough sense to know that the loyalties of students ultimately lie with their own fellow schoolmates!
Point: Teachers should not proudly condescend students they've never taught in front of their other peers because it reflects badly on their integrity as a member of the highly respected Ministry of Education, Singapore. Also, students today are very savvy and are extremely coherent when it comes to airing their views (do NOT underestimate them) thus unsuspecting teachers ought to be wary of what they say or they may face with certain consequences.
Example: A teacher at MI came across as utterly foolish and arrogant after passing this utterly ridiculous remark, "Those two students at the stone table are just flipping the pages of their GP resource package and talking. Confirm fail tomorrow." This was a comment passed during break-time.
Elaboration: This indicates his lack of awareness and his judgemental nature towards these two students and their capabilities. Furthermore, it also shows the lack of regard that he has for the amount of effort that his colleagues have invested into ensuring that their students are well-equipped with the skills and content that they need in order to triumph the prelim paper (which is tomorrow, btw)
Link back to question: Thus a teacher should definitely not condescend students in front of their own peers because this will only reflect badly on them as it allows others the room to question his position as an educator. Everybody (as it does not exclusively apply to teachers) should be mindful of what they say because one day, their own words might just bite them right back in their GARGANTUAN, STEATOPYGIC BUTTOCKS (oh sorry if anyone took offence... i'm just "showing off" some words i've learnt here, which coincidentally describes yu very very well.)
Conclusion: It just so happens that today is an auspicious day for this to happen to Yu. He is actually quite notoriously famous for his arrogance. He probably suffers from a superioirity complex.
Off the record, I personally suspect that he stores most of his ego in his butt. But it's already suffering from a spillover effect, as we all can see.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
I rest my case.
I had fun practising my PEEL structure today. I hope you had fun reading!
P/S: I can only hope (and pray) that I'll do well for my GP tomorrow because my GP tutor, Ms Yani has been fantastically helpful and this will be a good chance to show what I've learnt from her :)
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
Sunday, August 24, 2008
Nonsensically us and loving it :)
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I was feeling all down and angry about a variety of things (meeehhh) and so,
Farah, being always so lovely made my day today!
Nothing beats your best girl-buddy
and Mackers with ice-cream on a rainy, stressful
Sunday afternoon.
So here's what she suggested.
Kraft's Oreos became great props to make two people laugh out LOUD!
For only $1.50++,
you collaspe in peals of laughter and it really effectively chases all blues awayy!!!
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And then we tried posing like the Katjes poster lady
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Hehh, not bad right.Then we got tired of trying to act all Katjessy and continued to do all these....
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Study study study!!!
I haven't got a dime to my name, but i love you all the same, dear farah oreo jeng jeng jeng!!!
We always have so much to say when we meet. I can never figure out why because we see each other almost every single day! What if one day we meet and have nothing else to share?
Well, that'll be the day we die, because even if we're old and suffer from alzheimer's, we'd repeat everything we've ever told each other, over and over.... well, that's a whole lot to say.
Friday, August 22, 2008
Kiwi balls
[grabbed from natalie's site]- acknowledgement specially for the annoying spongebob person. HAHAHA
*laughs.
I SO AGREE!!!
I am tickled beyond words.
To the prettiest chinese girl I know,
To the one who is most enthu about racial harmony (ha ha ha ha)
To Eunice Ng Zhimin;
Youaddedspicetomyotherwiseboringyear!
Eunice loves sweets and cute little colourful treats.
Eunice also manages such incredibly naughty feats!
On random hotel floors,
She knocks on unsuspecting doors,
Making those poor couples in heat,
Give up their fondling and fumbling in a beat!
In spite of all her silly pranks
I love this girl because she's frank.
She never hesitates to lend a listening ear
Whenever you need her, she'll be here (:
When we all sit down for a quick little bitch
She'll come up with the funniest things to say without a glitch
So,
HAPPY NINETEETH DEAR CHILLI PADI,
WE ALL LOVE YOU MANY MANY!
*Pssssst. Sorry for being such asses :(
P/S: Sorry for the technical delay, Eunice. This entry was supposed to come out at 11:59 PM yesterday! Oh shucks, one day late already.
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
Love?
"Love" (in the romantic sense) has become such an obsession, such a must-have. We are all so fascinated with the concept of having this profoundly tender affection for another person... Or perhaps in some cases, the reverse; getting it from someone. Of course from Singapore's perspective, the product of love is what we're after, as it's supposed to help contribute to society, facilitate the otherwise natural process of replacement. Our delightful government is obviously looking into various ways to tempt the married to quickly produce offsprings and the unmarried to seek for love… all in hopes of achieving the desired replacement rate. What can be a more practical reason to love than this, really? I think the government should probably realize that you don’t have to be in love to have babies. Sex would do it just fine. BAN CONTRACEPTIVES, BAN ABORTION! Haha. I'm actually encouraging a paternalistic society here. I've gone mad. But then again, I’m sure we’re going for the more holistic, traditional approach, one that preferably will not lead to an influx of abandoned newborns in public toilets or rubbish chutes... and other unthinkable places. As much as i dislike kids, i still wouldn't want their ears to be chewed off by rodents kay.
Okay, where was I? I got a little side-tracked by our favourite problem, one that only the elite, developed countries face; the lack of babies. Oh right, so anyway, I was just wondering why love has to play such a huge part in our lives. Love has become almost a necessity- like the air that you breathe or the engine that becomes your driving force in life. It brings one’s existence to a whole new level. Suddenly everything seems to fall into place, and life has a deeper meaning. Our quest for this starts relatively early in life and I believe not everybody is lucky enough to end up having this supply of undying, unconditional love. Sure, Jason Mraz can sing all he wants about how "It's your god-forsaken right to be loved, loved, looooved!!!" but he's just bull-shitting. You tell me, do you think abusive fathers/husbands deserve to be loved? Then what about those who reject love? Should they be given a chance to accept love again? I don't know. Perhaps Mraz should have been more specific and took time off to elaborate on who/which group of people deserves to be loved. Not everbody, surely.
Anyway, it seems to be quite a trend for one to either experience love (real, pure kinda love) once (if you're lucky) and lose it to some unfortunate heart-breaking event. Other times, love just frizzles out and you just don't know how to inject love into your life again... or worse still, believe that it's just not worth the effort to rekindle that love! This is where couples start to become room-mates after a long period of time together. Oh, that is only if they can still stand to be civil with each other. Others end up bickering over the grandfather clock in court (note: GRANDFATHER CLOCK, not their children because in this generation, both parties have NO TIME to get down to business for a quick fuck or two).
Of course you’d challenge me and say that you've met couples who have managed to stay successfully in love throughout their entire lives together but I bet that’s just a minority. Love is just too much trouble, too much work and too much effort that most of us just end up giving up halfway. It truly is a dismal situation once this happens. I mean, we are all smart enough to realize that the pain we get from failed love-affairs are pretty much self-inflicted, so why bother in the first place? Why put yourself through such torture, such depressing, hopeless nights of questioning and thinking and replaying happier moments in your head- then regretting and sometimes even blaming. So why do we do this to ourselves? WHY? WHY? WHYYY???
Because we enjoy sufferring in the name of love! Irrational but true.
I guess this must be one of the underlying reasons that people have always found horrifyingly hair-raising; the fact that the world is actually irrational. After all, not everything can be explained with science, ect. Some things just... are.
We all just want to have that crazy little thing called love. And we won't rest till we're satisfied.
Okay, where was I? I got a little side-tracked by our favourite problem, one that only the elite, developed countries face; the lack of babies. Oh right, so anyway, I was just wondering why love has to play such a huge part in our lives. Love has become almost a necessity- like the air that you breathe or the engine that becomes your driving force in life. It brings one’s existence to a whole new level. Suddenly everything seems to fall into place, and life has a deeper meaning. Our quest for this starts relatively early in life and I believe not everybody is lucky enough to end up having this supply of undying, unconditional love. Sure, Jason Mraz can sing all he wants about how "It's your god-forsaken right to be loved, loved, looooved!!!" but he's just bull-shitting. You tell me, do you think abusive fathers/husbands deserve to be loved? Then what about those who reject love? Should they be given a chance to accept love again? I don't know. Perhaps Mraz should have been more specific and took time off to elaborate on who/which group of people deserves to be loved. Not everbody, surely.
Anyway, it seems to be quite a trend for one to either experience love (real, pure kinda love) once (if you're lucky) and lose it to some unfortunate heart-breaking event. Other times, love just frizzles out and you just don't know how to inject love into your life again... or worse still, believe that it's just not worth the effort to rekindle that love! This is where couples start to become room-mates after a long period of time together. Oh, that is only if they can still stand to be civil with each other. Others end up bickering over the grandfather clock in court (note: GRANDFATHER CLOCK, not their children because in this generation, both parties have NO TIME to get down to business for a quick fuck or two).
Of course you’d challenge me and say that you've met couples who have managed to stay successfully in love throughout their entire lives together but I bet that’s just a minority. Love is just too much trouble, too much work and too much effort that most of us just end up giving up halfway. It truly is a dismal situation once this happens. I mean, we are all smart enough to realize that the pain we get from failed love-affairs are pretty much self-inflicted, so why bother in the first place? Why put yourself through such torture, such depressing, hopeless nights of questioning and thinking and replaying happier moments in your head- then regretting and sometimes even blaming. So why do we do this to ourselves? WHY? WHY? WHYYY???
Because we enjoy sufferring in the name of love! Irrational but true.
I guess this must be one of the underlying reasons that people have always found horrifyingly hair-raising; the fact that the world is actually irrational. After all, not everything can be explained with science, ect. Some things just... are.
We all just want to have that crazy little thing called love. And we won't rest till we're satisfied.
Friday, August 15, 2008
Fries
I miss shoving golden fries into my mouth
and then laughing like it's the happiest and
most natural thing to do.
Now i just pick and slowly chew them,
with no pride and no joy-
like the artificial waxy strips of potato they really are.
and then laughing like it's the happiest and
most natural thing to do.
Now i just pick and slowly chew them,
with no pride and no joy-
like the artificial waxy strips of potato they really are.
I want some implants and eyelash extensions.
While waiting for Farah's hair to stop rebelling and start behaving....
I discovered faces I never knew I had.
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And so, who wants to take me out on Saturday now?
I'll show you uglier faces that'll scare off the sturdiest of souls.
Okay.
I miss my friends :(
Yanni, Ami and the Baches (haha, is anyone no longer a bache anymore, by the way?)
Chatting with you guys yesterday for that short while made me miss you all, quite badly!
'Soon' never seems to come. Two months more... I'M SUUURE *in shikin's infamous tone*.
And I have been eating too much. I can feel my intestines tearing ah.
Thursday, August 14, 2008
Not so lucky
I simply cannot account for this dire lack of motivation in me when it comes to work. It's just so tough to sit down and get work done. I seem to find every little thing a distraction (even when I lock my hp up and pretend to swallow the key).
Yesterday, when I sat down and promised myself 2 hours of solid econs revision... I ended up going to the toilet to pee more than seven times. It's ridiculous. Even my body is vehemently rejecting the very notion of work. And if I wake up at 3 am (or so) to study, I'd sneeze myself crazy. And then I'd be too tired to so anything anymore, after all that violent sneezing. I sneezed my nose off!
And so today, here I am, unable to bring myself to school. I'll go. Later. Maybe, maybe not.
It's so weird. I can attend Lit lectures, any lecture, actually, with utmost passion (yeah yeah yeah, haha) but when it comes down to doing my own work, a 2 year old potty-trained kid has got more discipline in her teeny finger than I have in my whole being. It's killing me! I should stay off from the net. But then I already have no TV :(
And I just need to friggin blog. I'd get a cardiac arrest if i don't. I swear.
Yesterday, when I sat down and promised myself 2 hours of solid econs revision... I ended up going to the toilet to pee more than seven times. It's ridiculous. Even my body is vehemently rejecting the very notion of work. And if I wake up at 3 am (or so) to study, I'd sneeze myself crazy. And then I'd be too tired to so anything anymore, after all that violent sneezing. I sneezed my nose off!
And so today, here I am, unable to bring myself to school. I'll go. Later. Maybe, maybe not.
It's so weird. I can attend Lit lectures, any lecture, actually, with utmost passion (yeah yeah yeah, haha) but when it comes down to doing my own work, a 2 year old potty-trained kid has got more discipline in her teeny finger than I have in my whole being. It's killing me! I should stay off from the net. But then I already have no TV :(
And I just need to friggin blog. I'd get a cardiac arrest if i don't. I swear.
Monday, August 11, 2008
Stick it through
My mom got me post-its to add colour to my very exciting notes.
So now i'm thinking about where to paste them.
I've had a very eventful four-day break from school.
And I need to get back on track and just focus for the
next two months, tops.
Then i'll be free to daydream away!
I keep doing that. I suppose that's my new form of escape. It used to be sleep. Now I'm just sleeping with my eyes open (O.O)ZzzZz
One day I'm scuba diving with Mr So-and-so... and before I knew it, we've already settled down in a nice warm house at the top of a beautiful hill... with rabbits helping me to bake blueberry pie, birds chriping and picking out flowers for the dinner table and his children (not mine, HIS) sound asleep and angelic in the cribs their daddy built.
*awww.
And the weirdest thing is, this guy doesn't even know he's in my mental movie. Haha, don't even bother trying to guess who.
& then i hafta snap myself out of this beautiful, unrealistic disney dream and hit the bloody notes... which are now quite... colourful, thanks to the post-its my mom got me. Sigh.
JUST TWO MORE MONTHS. STICK IT UP.
So now i'm thinking about where to paste them.
I've had a very eventful four-day break from school.
And I need to get back on track and just focus for the
next two months, tops.
Then i'll be free to daydream away!
I keep doing that. I suppose that's my new form of escape. It used to be sleep. Now I'm just sleeping with my eyes open (O.O)ZzzZz
One day I'm scuba diving with Mr So-and-so... and before I knew it, we've already settled down in a nice warm house at the top of a beautiful hill... with rabbits helping me to bake blueberry pie, birds chriping and picking out flowers for the dinner table and his children (not mine, HIS) sound asleep and angelic in the cribs their daddy built.
*awww.
And the weirdest thing is, this guy doesn't even know he's in my mental movie. Haha, don't even bother trying to guess who.
& then i hafta snap myself out of this beautiful, unrealistic disney dream and hit the bloody notes... which are now quite... colourful, thanks to the post-its my mom got me. Sigh.
JUST TWO MORE MONTHS. STICK IT UP.
Sunday, August 10, 2008
Back at Slushiepuss.
I am so annoyed with eljay.
It's so friggin slow.
Maybe it's just my internet connection?
But how come is it that blogger works just fine anyway?
Stupid eljay.
I hated their advertisements.
Argh
It's so friggin slow.
Maybe it's just my internet connection?
But how come is it that blogger works just fine anyway?
Stupid eljay.
I hated their advertisements.
Argh
Saturday, August 2, 2008
Okay, I've muffled my anger with food.
Even the food was sucky but at least it was
something to eat.
And i'm feeling less of a bitch.
Removed my angsty entry.
It's just another one of those Saturdays
where i feel like i shouldn't exist.
And i must be hardest person to motivate, ever.
I wish i'm more like a sponge. That'll make things alot
easier cause i'll be more receptive.
P/S. I hate Mr Tan's (our principal) attempts to motivate us at the beginning of every term. You think your stories can make a difference? The plane lah, the soil la, the Japanese footwear story about "looking forward"... uh yeah, whatever.
Even the food was sucky but at least it was
something to eat.
And i'm feeling less of a bitch.
Removed my angsty entry.
It's just another one of those Saturdays
where i feel like i shouldn't exist.
And i must be hardest person to motivate, ever.
I wish i'm more like a sponge. That'll make things alot
easier cause i'll be more receptive.
P/S. I hate Mr Tan's (our principal) attempts to motivate us at the beginning of every term. You think your stories can make a difference? The plane lah, the soil la, the Japanese footwear story about "looking forward"... uh yeah, whatever.
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