i had tuition from 10-16 years old.and the responsible tutors are :
-mr endy the indonesian-dutch whom sadly looks extremely malay,
who said "wouldn't clark kent look so much better if he's a girl?",and told my clasmates and i
ghost stories which left the class in dead cold silence at which at the end he let out a scream
which scared the bejesus out of this girl by the name of Pinky,HAHAH.yah,pinky,and she cried.
-jeremy the "oh-shit-i-thought-jeremy-is-suppose-t
o-be-a-hot-JC-chinese-jock-who-the-fuck-i
s-this"
pakistani malay political science YSL polo shirt n LV wallet dude.who is consistently late
(oh well,he's the only tutor that have to come to my place instead) and said stuffs like "
yah,you dont say 'i weigh 50kg DOWN' " which made me laugh,i don't even know why,
and getting all impatient when i don't understand about reflections - "WHAT ANOTHER REFLECTION?!",
who pushed me when we were learning about 'Force',i still feel like he's underpaid. oh well.
-kevin "what if i tell you there's a ghost behind you" supernatural and air plant
" let me show you my album of air plant" obssesed part time teacher at St. Patrick's.
who offered me to work full time selling his air plant.WHA?!
kevin : i can see(nods),what if i tell you there's a ghost behind you
hansley : eh dont lah cher.
me : HAHAH.HANSLEY,(looks into the mirror)
kenvin : GO OUT,DONT DISTURB MY STUDENTS!GO OUT!
few seconds later the door at which is slightly open,closes.
(wo,this dude is,wo.......)
awesome weather.awesome awesome weather.
OFF TO LEARN CHOPIN NOCTURNE IN C SHARP MINOR.
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