Lone Ranger

Lone Ranger
I'm rarely bored alone; I'm often bored in groups and crowds. :)

Sunday 22 June 2014


Hey, peeps! It has been such a long time since I write in any blog entries. Haha, that's also because I'm a lazy asshole.

So, most of the teachers who have been teaching my class were absent for these few days since after the 2 weeks holidays. Wheeee!!! I like, I like. =D

"Huh? So you gonna freaking tell us about how much fun you're having in your school because your teachers were absent while we're here working and studying so hard for life?!", well, I predicted that you peeps gonna say that.

Ok, let me get straight to the point of my blog entries now. One day, our TT teacher was absent. It happened on Tuesday, I suppose. So there's this one teacher came in to our class as substitute. Her name? I shall keep that as a secret. Who knows? Maybe there's a SGGS student reading my freaking blog right now and decides to tell the whole school about this story I'm gonna freaking tell on the very next following day.

So this's what happened... The whole class was having quite enough havoc when this specific teacher came in (Well, not really having havoc lah... Just that we're busy sharing juicy gossips and chatting happily. Hehehe). Then, the whole class became quiet in a split second the moment the teacher walked in. This teacher never teach me before, so I don't really know her or whatever shit. I was like minding my own business when she walked in. Out of the blue, she started to speak with her soulless complexion.

"You girls should be panicking right now because PT3(Our very freaking impotant examination which has replaced PMR in Malaysia) is coming and you girls were busy chatting happily away. I saw that when I was standing outside your class. You girls should be studying right now and I don't see there's any books on your desks. I still remembered last time, Form 3 girls batch 2010-2012, when I walked pass their class, I never heard they make noise before. All of them were busy doing their home works & revisions. They're worrying about PMR and they studied hard for it. But you girls... It's PT3 and you are the first batch, the guinea pigs. You girls should be worrying..." and so on...

I was like, "Panic? So did you mean that you want us to freaking scream like hell and kept asking the teachers about PT3 again and again?".  Of course, I didn't say that out loud, I just say that in my mind, so no one can hear it.

It's ok if she wanna talk about PT3 but then when she suddenly changed the topic from PT3 to "About My Daughter"...

"My daughter is studying in _____ University overseas now. (I forgot the university's name) And when she came back, she told me that..." bla bla bla and whole lots of proud stuffs about her daughter and the difference between about overseas's educational system and Malaysia's educational system.

I was like, "So, are you freaking trying to motivate us with your daughter's story?". And of course, I just say that in my mind.

After that, she get back to the very first topic which is PT3.

"Anyway, you girls no need to worry or panic about PT3. We, teachers will try to help you by telling you how the formats looks like. We'll give you exercises to brush up your skills..." bla bla bla again.

I was like, "Ok, let me get this clear. So do you want us to panic or not? First, you're angry with us because we acted like we didn't care at all and then? Now, what?! You said to us that we no need to freaking worry about it. Seriously, teacher, you're making me crazy! I can freaking go to Tanjung Rambutan (A very well-known asylum in Penang) after listening to you." I said that in my mind again...

Well, it's not that I disrespect this teacher. I respect everyone regarding their age, gender and religion. It's just that the ways this teacher speaks and the way she acted made us felt that she's kind of arrogant and too proud. Her face expression is worse. She bent her lips downwards every time she finished a sentence just to show her dissatisfaction towards us. The way she speaks is the worst. After she finished one sentence, she'll wait for 10-15 seconds before she moved on to another sentence just to make us feel guilty.

I actually kept staring at her face for the whole time when she's talking in front of the class. I wonder if she had done any plastic surgery before because her cheeks muscle and dimples were... were... I don't know how to describe them... They didn't seem to move even a bit. It's like she don't have any face expression at all. Words can't describe my feelings towards her... her... face...

Hey, peeps! I know what you're thinking! I'm not the only one have that kind of feeling, ok. Even my friends also said that to me after the class. We were like Hi-5.

Last but not least, PANIC or NOT?! =3