monday, 26th of june 2006. the day every singaporean student don't look forward to. but we still force ourselves out of bed, and make it to school. initially, i was quite excited about meeting all my classmates again, minus those few irritants. but what seemed to be like a joyous day ended up with me feeling extremely disgusted. today, i comment openly and come as you may, but please do not flame my haloscan with your uncivilised comments. save that energy and use it the next time you contest somebody verbally. i will not be blogging about how i hate the minority in our country, how malay gangsters pick up fights in the street soccer court just because you nudge him slightly or how david beckham celebrates when he scores. i am going to comment on how people think chinese is very uncool and only for the ah bengs and ah lians. here it goes.

yesterday, 2 students from my class successfully irritated me by speaking bad chinese purposefully. they raised their hand and asked my chinese teacher a question nobody could understand. i figured they have what they wanted to say all planned out and processed, but just wouldn't speak in proper chinese. how so.? by adding deliberate pauses in between the words. i must say, this is masterful, and i'm totally convinced you are very weak in chinese. YES, I AM SURE. VERY. i'm not saying i am the best chinese student in the whole level or i am the most fluent chinese speaker. but look, at least i recognise it and converse very little or when needed in chinese. why are they so proud of being not able to speak proper chinese.? isit because they want people to know they are from a very english family.? and i'm not done yet. the questions they asked were so fabulous they need to share them in front of everybody and embarrass themselves with their awful chinese at that super minute duper ultra specific point of time. the questions, amazingly, had to be asked right then, or else a ballistic valkyrie missile will drop and destroy the small little dot on the world map which we're living in. so, here goes. my chinese teacher was talking about the plans for tomorrow when she mentioned the word "tou shu han". in english, it literally means letter of complaint. garnering all their courage up and ignoring the embarrassment they would have to face, my classmate said, "she....... me........ shi........ tou........ shu........ han.?" she probably took the length of a football match to finish that sentence. another of my classmate was surprisingly amused, turned, and said, "wah lao. so ang moh pai." and guess what.? looking at her expression, any 3 year old kid would have distinguish she took that as a compliment. do you not know, you've been insulted.? why don't you go over, kiss that guy, and say, "THANK YOU.! WAS WAITING FOR THAT, GORGEOUS.!" i folded my arms, smugged, and mock at her stupidity at the bottom of my heart. she could have said, "what is tou shu han.?" or "huh.? what's that.?" or worse still, "tou shu han.? si mi lai eh.?" but no, she chose to show how much effort she puts in to construct that sentence, and how much she wants to be in hollywood filming pornographic movies. pathetic. awfully pathetic. i hope she doesn't read this, because she'll probably tell me off and shout, "YOU THINK YOUR CHINESE VERY GOOD AH.?!" in my ears. then, i'll have to preach all over again about the freedom one has when it comes to blogging. so, the next time you have to speak in chinese, think back, acknowledge that you speak badly, and either speak in english, or kill the guy or girl in front of you.

listening to angels and airwaves is so boring. it trespasses my ears and kills all the living cells in it. i suggest tom delonge sign a mutual agreement that they will not have arguements when it comes to spending time with family, with travis barker and mark hoppus and make good music like they did once again. only then, will i be contented with rock music in this messed up era. so, byebye and zai........ jian.........