this is gonna be one of my ugliest posts yet.

AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
can you imagine how assholic some people can be?
there are four of us in this particular project group.
two of us are supposed to do modern education.
two of them are supposed to do premodern education.
and we (four of us) are supposed to work on the analysis together.
sounds reasonable?
definitely.
if everyone does the job, its win-win.
and so we all heard about how one of those who is supposed to do modern education wrote one sentence. i felt very bad about posting that post. so i went to see how she could redeem herself in my sight, i went to check the stuff she sent again. YES! whether it was one time or ten times i looked at that file, it was still one sentence. never mind right? contribute to the analysis and you could redeem yourself.

but.. no ah.

so two of them are supposed to do premodern education. yes. good. well done. because its done. i summarised it. one of them is not happy that i cut too much of it because of its irrelevance to our project and she put it all back into the slides. how nice. its okay. i mean, you want the exposure time then fine loh. no analysis whatsoever!

and then theres the other one - yay! other than the fact that we are both not very articulate people with each other, we work great. she did her part, i did mine, we met up, she did part of the analysis, i added on and backed it up with facts and rephrased it nicely. see, the two of us could do the project PERFECTLY.

but we cant not give credit to the one doing premodern education. she did the powerpoint. okay. being the idiot that i am with powerpoint, even though i did like it, i didnt change it.

the other one who did modern education worked with the good one after school one day and assigned me to present all the less significant part. because i was seemingless better in that part than any other. what irony. i did that entire bit of our part! i took it quite badly. really badly in fact.

and then that morning of presentation. blah blah blah. i realised that the other two didnt do a single bit of analysis! AAAAHHHHHHH! why must this happen to me? and then they took the significant parts right and thats where i put some intelligent questions there. ahh, quite surprisingly, i can come up with good questions. seriously, i read a lot of current affairs stuff. they didnt do anything about it, they simply asked it and treated it like their own. like excusez moi, what did you contribute to the project?

they said they were going to do online discussion. hur hur hur. like real. they are just trying to shirk responsibility and look as if they are not. i need to cuss ~!#$%^&*@ forgive the expletives. these people should go for the visual arts interview. they are so good at drama.

*this explains why i was so upset on tuesday morning. it has nothing to do with my brother being admitted. i cried on the mrt. and trust me, dont start crying on the mrt when you dont have tissue. it was a bad tuesday. but there was something really funny. i heard it and could have corrected her. but as ian said, shirley dont try to argue with the english people, its most likely they will out-argue you. i agree with that completely la. you know my ang moh not very powderful, i scared i say too much ah. so in case i was wrong, perhaps not, cos i pay attention in lectures. haha. you know - socrates? the teacher of pluto, oops, was that how she pronounced? plato, my fault. oh. socrates. i cant type phonetics, or rather its too troublesome. its not pronounced as it is spelled. so its not so-crates. its saw-cra-tees. something like that. alright! dont embarass yourself, at nineteen, if you cant pronounce something, ask first la. or use the dictionary, got phonetics. okay. so thats one part of the highlight. it was quite funny but i was kind, i didnt laugh out loud.

okay. after that i went out for tea with reena (new friend, shout hurray!) and told her about the number of steps in school. now, half the history class knows i count steps. well done shirley.

met catherine after that. indulged in buying something for thad. and mummy. we cooked for jo and this time round, i spent more time talking to her compared to friday when i went.

i hate history. not the subject history but rather many of the things that happened in history. can you imagine just how brutal people were in the wars.
history class with dr rahil convicted me to go to vietnam. pray k.
vietnam. whooaa~

thanks yous for all the prayers and well wishes, after three days at SGH, my brudder got discharged. really really appreciated all that - from
aunty k
jojo
william
huimin
steph
aunty jen
moses
meiying
cat
shuling
and my cell and the ye people and people who prayed!

for praying! my brother says thank you!

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