Indefinable. Me.

            This is a little tribute to my chemistry tuition teacher. This is no form of bribery, but simply because, well, it was HIM who dropped us off at Jusco (shudders) after much persuasion. But really, he simply is a one of a kind teacher. Now let’s begin.

            Perched on the hill of Bukit Kaya stands this spacious yet unusually quiet bungalow. The proud owner- Mr. Wong. He wears an amazingly dull look with his glasses merely clinging onto the tip of his nose. Don’t get me wrong though, he is not as boring as he seems.

            Since he is a chemistry teacher, it would most definitely come to mind that he teaches chemistry (like duh!), correct? Uh, wrong. As I said, he’s one of a kind. So let me elaborate further in detail on his quaintness to prove to the world that he is, after all, one hell of a teacher.

(a)    He keeps us guessing just so we pay attention during class.

Mr. Wong:”       To make a napalm bomb, you will need the main ingredient- a jelly made of petrol.”

            Lynne:”              How much jelly would you need?”

            Mr. Wong:”       I’ll tell after this chapter, alright?”

            -Which he never does.

(b)   He gives us support in achieving our “goals”

Guy:”                (refer from (a)) So…. can we actually obtain the jelly somehow?”

Mr. Wong:”      Of course you can! They sell it at Chinese pharmacies!”

-You’d know who to blame if any school blows up one day. I won’t be surprised.

(c)    He is secretive

Mr. Wong:”      I’m saying that the Sarawakian boy died a very disturbing death.”

Theishini:”         How?”

Mr. Wong:”      *long pause*  Back to where we stopped,  when calcium chloride is…”

-Half an hour later.

Mr. Wong:”      NOW do you UN-DER-STAND why chlorine gasses are released?!”

Theishini:”         We “should”, if you tell us what happened to the  Sarawakian boy.”

Mr. Wong:"    Take 5 class."

-Just so you know, we still do wonder what ever happened to that boy.

(d)   He tries to entertain (lame jokes)

-After eating cookies that he served.

Mr. Wong:”      Class, keep it down now.”

Guy:”                We will, if you tell us about that Sarawakian boy.”

Mr. Wong:”      That isn’t necessary. I could’ve easily slipped in cyanide into your cookies if I wanted to shut you up just like that.”

-He laughs to himself. (like hell yeah)

Everyone else who ate the cookies:”                  ….”

            So there you go! My chemistry tuition teacher. Mr. Wong, we love you, really.

The exams are over and my blog has finally learned to like me. Yay.

This year has almost come to an end. It’s October already. Amazing how time flies so fast. At the moment though, most of us are unfortunately still impatiently waiting for the holidays to start, which seems be taking an awfully long time. *sigh

Thursday will be shot-in-the-head-day for us all. Yipee! Our parents will be coming to school to collect our report cards. No doubt my mom will once again be brain-washed into believing that I talk too much, or fool around in class. Damn… Oh, which I certainly do NOT by the way! Hah.

I have been doing some calculation on the amount of money I am most likely to spend from this week onwards and god damn I will be broke, very very soon. No thanks to the birthdays of Hui Ling and Dolores and Wai Mae and Kar Woon. I need cash. And daddy’s not too keen on increasing my allowance. Hmphh…

Ever since Jusco came about, people just seem to be flooding the place as if it was all that great. Yeah, sure it’s grand and done up similarly to the malls in KL but seriously, throw me there again without any purpose whatsoever and I will kill myself. I shall now rant about my dislike towards this not-so-nice-after-all place. Enjoy!

1. It looks nice and big on the outside, but you can walk around the whole place, not once, or twice, but THREE times in just half and hour!

2. They have a very very very limited variety of shops there, that goes the same for the things that are sold.

3. The usual people from Terminal 1, much preferably referred to as the apek-fied people, easily verified by their queer sense of fashion – super tight jeans to the extent of cutting off your blood circulation, fake von dutch caps worn indoors and so on- have unfortunately left the smoker infested T1 and choose to contaminate the humble crowd of Jusco. *tragic sigh

4. They have perverted salesmen there working amidst the shopkeepers who unintentionally scare away their customers! Eeee-yuck! (jackass)

5. The people there seem to have a long time craving for sushi and squabble amongst each other to grab the freshest, juiciest piece. Imagine a group of barbaric trolls. Pathetic.

Well, would really love to add more to my list, but I’ve gotta get ready for church which I don’t exactly know what for. Will find out as soon as I get there. Hah. Don’t wanna be late now, seeing Hui Juan in a skirt is a one in a gazillion-th opportunity! :p