Wednesday, March 09, 2005
bel i just came up with a new blogging philosophy to encourage young spunky teenyboppers like us to blog more to release our inner, more mature souls. it is a statement of such profoundness and serenity that i myself can hardly understand the true depth of my philosophy. ok so here goes:
blogging is good
blogging is fun
blogging's like food
eaten by everyone
u see! i told u it was unfathomable. ah! the beauty of poetry. i can already hear misschow's voice ringing in my head "i TOLD u to take lit! now look how atrocious ur poetry has become!" HAHA. can still remember her sitting all pretty during newtown match perched under her quaint little umbrella saying that to me, with mock glare in her "snow queen eyes" (as she likes to call her peepers). she was appalled at my little "liping! nice hitting! cool stealing! but don't go creeping!" cheer. so i was like "but it rhymes what!" as she was about to make an indignant comeback, her umbrella was blown upside down by the wind! HAHA. as in, urgh i dunno how to explain it but just imagine misschow holding on to her umbrella handle for dear life while the top of the umbrella's overturned. haha. ok fine it's hard to describe but it was absolutely amusing at that time.
a friend of mine (very VERY close friend, so close she's almost like my twin) once asked me "wad's your definition of a family?" [background info: we were talking about the english essay test on family]
me: "as in MY definiton?"
she: yes, YOUR personal definition
me: dunno. probably the conventional mum, dad, 2.4 children i guess. wad's yours?
she: i'm not sure. but to me, family are people u can confide in, u feel safe and comfortable around. a place where u know and u feel that u belong in, that u feel secure and protected. people who will always support u and will be there for you no matter what. to me, the softballers (our batch) are my like family. yuo guys are my family.
ruoqi (twin), i couldn't agree with you more! i really couldn't and thank you so much for expressing so simply what i've been wanting to tell the softballers for so long. you guys are MY family. i think ruoqi's such an inspiration. i didn't know she had it in her man! as in, she usually inspires through her actions and sets an exemplary example for all of us to follow on the field, but i never knew that she was such a great oratory inspire-er! anyone who knows her would know that she's a man (or rather, woman) of few words (or rather, mixed up, badly spelt words). so it was really amazing to hear such inspirational thoughts coming from her. they were simple, but they hit hard (which i hope WE will tmr). hmm let me recall some of the more memorable ones.
rq: (as usual) do u think we can make it?
me: dunno.
rq: i think that if we really focus, put our minds in it, perform like we do in training, we can beat any team. (any team, meaning team in the b div girls group)
me: ha. ha. we're no the sec 4 batch you know! (sec 4 batch meaning last year's ri sec 4 batch who're really really pro. practically invincible)
rq: you know coach always said that it was their effort that made them who they are today, and the motivation in waiting four years to beat damai that inpired them right? [background info: coach, an ardent admire of the ex ri sec4 batch a.k.a. ivan's batch, always tells us how great they are, what a wonderful team they are... how ri b div lost to damai (how many?) years in a row and how determined they were to make last year their year blahblah... how they waited four years, how they trained so hard for four years to be duly rewarded by defeating their arch nemesis in the finals blahblahblah.]
me: uh-huh.
rq: well, we've waited longer.
me: huh?
rq: they waited four years for their moment. we've waited a lifetime for ours.
whoa. if u think of it, that's exactly how we feel. there's no other batch as special as ours and this time (well, for now at least) i mean it. i know a lifetime may seem abit exaggerated but ask any rg sec4 softballer out there and they'd tell you that at times as critical as these, as meaningful as these, this is exactly how you feel. you want to die fighting for the team. and a lifetime is too short for us to play together. and that night i went on msn, and saw ruoqi's nick. [background info: some crescent girl, for reasons unfathomable, but probably coz of our school's rep, wrote on her blog that they were going to trash the 'proud ppl' (obviously referring to us). we were quite HUH since we dun know why on earth she would write that since the only pride present in us is the pride we feel towards our teammates.] so anyway, ruoqi's nick was
"!roq.31-- rgssoftball'05. proud people? i'll give you 'proud people'!"
WHAM. BAM. take that 'you'! no one and i mean NO ONE would like to get on ruoqi's bad side. she'll pitch the crap outta you lah. anyway just wanted to shoutout to ruoqi and the rest of the team how proud i am of you. although we haven't been playing with the spirit typical of a rafflesian, i know we'll play our hearts out when it matters.
today's SS lesson was SO FREAKING FUNNY! we haven't had a lesson THIS retarded in a long looong time (discounting yang's physics lessons of course). purnima was the bomb man. the BOMB. and azahar (teacher), unfortunately, was the victim. it goes like this u see. purnima, for some reason unknown to the rest of us sane girls, has this humungous crush on azahar. she prints out his picture from the net and displays it on her desk during SS lessons. azahar obviously, knows about the little 'thang' poon has for him. but acts like he has no clue at all. today was the day when he can hide no more. coz he wanted to log onto the class's account on the computer to download the ss notes for us. and he had to screen in on the projector too so that we all could see. however, the first folder that appeared on the desktop when he logged on was the "Purnima loves azahar group" folder. HAHA. he was obviously mortified (secretly delighted, i might add as my bimbo instincts kick into full mode) and immediately logged off pretending that he didn't know how to do it. by this time the class was infected with laughter. my sides were aching man. ACHING. so amdis volunteered to do it and he let her handle the computer as he walked to the back of the classroom asking, "why are u guys laughing? what's so funny? tell me!" yahright. his attempt at pretense is soooo falsified lah. i bet even the densest girl in class (oh wait, that's me) could see through it man! so amdis logged on to the class account again, and to the amusement of the class, decided to save the documents in the "Purnima loves azahar group" folder. well, u see, "Purnima loves azahar group" is the name of an ACTUAL biology group, so the documents saved in the folder were mostly (thank god!) about bio. unfortunately, the topic at that time was (yes you got it right) sexual reproduction. and each group had to do a contraceptive method. purnima's group did on condoms. so you can imagine the intensity of the explosion of laughter from the class when amdis opened the "purnima loves azahar group" folder and lo and behold the first item in the folder was their bio powerpoint, which they had intelligently named "condoms! whoolala!" HAHAHAHAHA. azahar again, tried to hide behind a mask of innocence and oblivion and was trying SO HARD to keep in his laughter (i could tell i could tell!) the class was laughing SO HARD when suddenly this lone ranger's laughter that was resounding above the rest of the class's turned into a shriek of horror. (think ganga laughing then... "hahahahAHAHAhahahAHAHAA...ARHHHHHHHH! BOOM!") yes, ganga had fallen backwards on her chair. IT WAS SO BLOODY FUNNY THAT MY SALIVA JUST KEPT FLOWING FROM MY OPEN MOUTH! and the softballers KNOW how wide my mouth can open. but anyway IT WAS SO BLOODY BLOODY BLOODY FUNNY! even azahar couldn't control anymore and burst out in a fit of laughter. i've never seen him laugh so madly in his life! he did attempt to do his job as a responsible teacher and wanted to help ganga up, but he had taken no more than two steps towards her before erupting into a fit of giggles again. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. darn it was the funniest scene i have ever seen! that incident probably put him on a roll and the crazy FUNNY side of him suddenly emerged. we were supposed to be doing class discussions but tara and i were shouting across the room to each other discussing chelsea and man u and the championsleague. azahar was probably listening in to our extremely heated argument becuase suddenly he said "CLASS! your attention please." the class immediately quietened down, expecting words of advice on social studies or something. when he continued "i think we should observe a minute's of silence now..... (long pause)... becuase man u lost." tara and i were shrieking with laughter man! HAHA! and tara was like "haha! you got us there man blahblahblah (we continue rambling about her beloved chelsea and my beloved man u-but-not-beloved-old-hag-fergurson)" when suddenly he interrupts the class again. "hey class. CLASS! LISTEN! we need to observe another minute of silence... (another long pause. he looked so serious this time we thought he was for real!)... because chelsea won." if the entire class were gangas, i tell you, the class below us would be wondering what was going on what with the sound of chairs and humans hitting the floor above them. but thank goodness we knew better than to laugh tilting back in our chairs! oh! oh! oh! and he was talking about tourism in countries and stuff, like why does saudi arabia have such a huge tourism industry (8 million a year) even though they wer enot so developed blahblahblah. so the class chipped in and gave our two cents worth.
someone: because saudi arabia has alot of oil?
azahar: i'm sure tourists would go to saudi arabia to look at oil oozing out from the (?i dunno what's that word he used) -cue for class to erupt into yet another volcanic bout of laughter-
someoneelse: for the sand and water!
azahar: which they can't find anywhere else but saudi arabia. -laugh again-
christine: for the sand water and SUN!
quek: yeahh.. to suntan! -saliva inducing laughter again-
azahar: -.- (probably thinking "girls! gawd what did i do to deserve this?!")
nava: for pilgrimages?
azahar: ^-^ YES! for pilgrimages (blahblahblah... goes on to talk about pilgrimages and stuff, then suddenly went veryVERY off tangent) i went for a mini pilgrimage once -class sits up. ooh this should be interesting- (he takes a deep breath in and looks up, as though recollecting that moment of faith and discovery in his life. after a long pause he finally speaks again.) to old trafford. [background info: old trafford is man u's stadium] it was probably one of the best moments of my life. when i saw the stadium i just knelt down in front of it and lifted my hands. [background info: for ur info, azahar's not an ugly ol' middle aged junkie. he's quite a well-learned respectable, not-so-bad-looking teacher.] then i went into the stadium (pauses AGAIN, then speaks in a shaky voice, which my bimbo isntincts tell me was real. NUTCASE!) and i knelt on the grass and kissed the ground! i wanted to pluck a blade of grass to bring back but i didn't want to spoil the beauty of the pitch! what if the players blahblahblahblahblah... then i went into the dressing room and saw where peter schmiechel sat and where eric cantona sat (starts twitching like a boy being offered candy) AND I SAT IN ALEX FERGURSON'S CHAIR. (goes on to blab about how that was the moment in his life and how wonderful it felt and how this mini pilgrimage blahblahblah... then suddenly jerks back into teacher mode) so anyway, i think that next time if u guys are interested, you can set up an agency providing pilgrimages to various football stadiums in the world... the san siro... nou camp... bernabeau... wembley... i'm sure you'll get alot of customers!
that guy is a true blue football nutcase i tell you! AND I LIKE THAT. haha. so we had to do a term one evaluation form today and one of the questions was "do you find social studies lessons interesting? (obviously poon ticked YES!) and why?" poon wrote: because of you.
kae gotta go pack my stuff for the match tmr lest i end up wearing another teacher's big stuffy suffocating shirt under my jersey or have to beg my driver to bring me my glove one hour before the match again. good grief.
!deb.17-- rgssoftball'05. my teammates are the sisters god forgot to give me]
LET'S GO RAFFLES! KICK SOME ASS!
retardebel 11:12 PM