For your information, I have not updated my blog for God-knows-how-many-days. This is resulted from the heartless action of a mother by the name of Chin Mee Chwong a.k.a. my Mom. Therefore, while my Mom is on a trip to Taiwan, and my bossy old brother is at school, I might as well make use of my free time (other than studying for the exam), by using the computer.
A lot has happened for the past dunno-how-many-days. I shall use this post as a token of my apology. I copied this from my diary, but of course, cut off some private details.
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February 23th (Saturday)
It's a Saturday.Which also means a Choir Day. So yeah, it's gonna be a long day.
To tell you the truth, today's choir was quite fun.
I've always thought that my choir teacher's past would be more 'organized'. But then, during today's choir, teacher started off with practicing the previous weeks songs.And for the first time ever, not a single parent was there to watch us practice. Then teacher let out a relieved sigh. She said: " I don't like to have parents here. There are a lot of things that I could not say in front of them regarding 'bout you guys."
Then teacher started to tell a few of our members about themselves, and their parents. It's not really something bad, it's was just making them realize themselves or something like that.
Then she said again, " There are a lot of things that you guys don't do for yourself. For instance, why do you come to Green Meadow Theater Troupe? If it's just because your mother tells you to come here, then I beg of you to leave. Sometimes, we just have to do something for ourselves. Let me tell you something, when I was a kid, in primary school, I was very naughty. Have you guys ever thought of skipping school?"
Everybody immediately nodded.
"I was in the best class, and so we were needed to attend tuition after school. I was a very good liar back then. I had plenty of excuses. Something like 'My sister is sick, I have to go back and look after her'. My school was near McDonald's. Just 1 km or so on foot. I normally go back home by bus. It takes half an hour to reach my house, and that means my house is very far away. So I always reach home in 2 hours if I got tuition. So if I go home on foot, it'll take 2 hours too. That's why on the way back, I stop to buy McDonald's. Haha. Ain't I smart?"
Everyone laughed.
"I remember my love story started when I was 13. Haha. I started to dump people back when I was 13. I remember my first boyfriend's name was *insert Chinese name here(I forgot)*. When I was 17 years old. I met a boy 9 years older than me, which means he was 26 years old. I met him because I took part in a lot of out-of-school activities. All my friends and parents objected, cause of the age difference. But I still went out with him. I got to learn a lot of things from him. He was working then, so he always told me about the world outside, how the people outside act like, all those. So when I went out to work, it was quite easy for me."
Somebody asked, "So you still dumped him, right?"
"Haha. Yeah, we found that we really wasn't for each other. So we broke up. Another incident, I was also in primary school. In my school, we have to memorize a very long passage every 2 weeks and have a test on it. Since we were the best class, teacher thought that we would be very honest, and not cheat on the test. So after reaching my class, she would say start, and immediately start to mark books. That time, we used a book to write the passage out. I was very lazy at that time, so I copied the passage into the book first before I went to school. So I won't need to memorize it. On top of that, the students always used books to cover up their answers. Aha! That makes it better for me! So I just pretend to write down the answers. Haha!"
Everyone laughed harder.
"But then one day, I dropped my book. I was vice school prefect. And what's worse? The head prefect was the one who picked up the book! Haha. And he gave the book to my teacher. So I thought I didn't bring my book. So I told my teacher and took a paper to write it down. I wrote out the whole passage according to what I remember. After the test, teacher asked who cheated on the test. Aha! So I wasn't the only one who cheated, some of them was by writing on the table to remind them about some words or so. But nobody did something like me. Hehe. But I was very thick-minded that time. I didn't confess. So teacher ask for somebody to go take the cane. I stood up. And everybody stared at me. I was like, 'What?' Then I walked to the back of the class and handed teacher the cane. My teacher still respected me, and didn't scold me right at the spot. After class, teacher asked me to go to the office with her. I didn't know that my teacher already knew about me cheating. So I didn't suspect anything. When I reached her table, she handed me the book. I was so scared inside, but I still didn't show it out. My teacher caned me 100 times at the spot. My palm was already blue black. And my teacher even helped me to put on iodine onto my palm."
Most of my friends were already close to tears.
"My teacher punished me to copy all the passages that we have done so far for 10 times per passage. By that time, we had already done 30 or more passages! My teacher gave me a week to do it and on the third day, my teacher asked me how much I have already copied. The truth is, I only copied 75 words. So I said very quietly, '75 words...'. But teacher heard me say 75 passages! So she asked the person in front of me to go to my house to check whether I really did copy 75 passages. But the person in front of me heard 75 words! So when she came to my house, she started counting the words, I was so relieved. The next day, teacher asked her if I copied enough. And my friend answered, 'Yes, she copied more than 75 words already!"
Everybody burst out laughing.
"After that, I did every passage by memorizing it."
Everybody clapped.
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Haha. I guess that's enough for that day. I'll post a new post cause this post is getting too crowded. Till then!
Monday, March 3, 2008
What happened when I was gone
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