was it just me?

Approximately 5 hours ago i was sitting in my mom's Toyota Innova on LDP highway. Everything was as smooth as usual until an external force hit the car's rear all out of sudden. Furiously looked backwards, it was a black Proton Wira. Parked their cars beside the road, the drivers and passengers came out to do what should be done. Fortunately the driver was a 25 year old gentleman who knew the situation and settled everything rationally. After discussing and exchanging information, both parties went back on the road.

Whats so unusual about this incident were:

1) the accident

When the Wira banged into our car the impact was huge and the crashing sound was deafening. We got out from our car and saw the Wira's hood folded like origami rice paper.

To our horror we turned backwards and looked at our car's rear.

Despite some scratches and 2 perfectly balanced crash mark at the bottom of the bumper (which in my opinion it enhanced the design of the bumper), there were no other damages.

Conclusion: i will never buy any Proton cars. It's not the matter of money but the importance of one's safety. I believe one's life worth more than that 30k difference to get a much safer car.

2) after the accident

For the first time in 17 years and 9 months of my life, my mother did not turn furious after a car crash, instead a huge smile hung on her face for the rest of the journey.

According to her, this morning she was thinking of repainting the car and changing new car lamp covers. Since the crash only dropped some paints and artistically bent the bumper, she thought of using the money paid back by the guy to fulfill her dream. To my mother this incident was like an answering from sky.

Conclusion: the world's end is near.

Desparate

Undang test was a freakin 6 hours long-winded and near-to-death boredom. I don't understand why that fella was telling us so much about motorcycles when we are taking car license test. I supposed this particular Malay ex-policeman was an ex-spy interrogator or whatsoever, because he is really good in trapping people in despair. He could tell a super long and pointless car accident tragic story, making us feel like pulling off the door and run away, and when the story was about to end, everybody was starting to pack up and leave, he would relate the current story to other stories and we had no choice but to sit down and suffer.



That's not so important. After I reached house for approximately 10 minutes, I received an annoymous message, thought that i'm a whore. Since I was so free and bored, I decided to play along with this guy.



Annoymous: hello? julie there? wanna know how much is charge for outdoor massage?
Brian: 100k.
Annoymous: brapa lma? 100 jam ke?  (Wtf!? this retard is taking my joke seriously!?)
Brian: Outdoor massage combo, inclusive of trisome with ex mr. malaysias, free b.job, free gay orgy parties, and free for life membership. Syok gay sampai you mati.
Annoymous: ok, lokasi u? I'm not gay... u lelaki ke pmpuan?
Brian: Transexual.
Annoymous: so body mcm pmpuan la? umur u? u prefer massage kat tmpt u ke tmpt i? i stay kat krinchi  (WTF)


I was running out of money, so tried to end this coversation.


Brian: I prefer di burj dubai. Ada duit tak? Kalau tak ada tak payah msg balik. I mahu pakej mewah, president suite.
Annoymous: i serius, u ni...okla, take care


As a goodbye gift, I replied:


Brian: Fuck you.
Annoymous: i bleh byr 100, jgn la marah, i perlu kan good service k...


I really wanted to end this prank, so i typed:


Brian: 100? Makan tahi la. Tak boleh pergi burj dubai tak payah service. Tak ada 100k tak payah harap. Tak ada duit bayar tak payah reply.


And he never replied.



In the end I came up with a few conclusion:

1) This particular guy is a Malay (proven from his typical Malay essence in messaging).
2) This particular Malay guy is really really desparate.
3) This particular desparate Malay guy is really a stupid shit.
4) This particular really really desparate Malay stupid shit is really really hopeless, senseless, brainless, perhaps penniless, and retarded.





Hey, don't think that I'm evil, childish or whatsoever. I was really bored and had nothing to do. Furthermore this prank dealed no harm, except for his maxis prepaid about RM1+, and of course my prepaid la.
But who cares? No harm, no pollution, and best of all, AMUSING. X)

Anyone doesn't believe this story can borrow my phone to view the messages. I'm keeping them as a memory.

Oh yea, Prashanth, if you happened to see this post and want to prank this dude, contact me and i will give you his phone number. (:

TTC

BRIAN SOONG TEACHES BIO

Yes. I know this sounds like some sort of worst joke of the year, or some might say if this really happens the world has come to an end or cows will be flying across Atlantic ocean.

Say what you like. Maybe the world IS falling apart, or some mutated cows with wings are now flying over my house, but I AM teaching biology in TTC .

X)

Anyway, after approximately 1 week of training (thanks Mr. Keng!), I took all Monday to Wednesday Bio class for the first week of the year.





4 January 2010
Monday, Gasing
Form 4 bio, Form 4 bio, Form 5 bio

First class was... awkwardly silent. I tried to tell some jokes and get along with them, but apparently I failed. (T_T) There was a scout junior, Gan Zang, in the class, so the situation was a little bit weird.

Second class was... not so boring. I told them jokes, and they smiled. However, a student, Edbert, did bring some energy into the room, giving me enough strength to last until the class end. Another junior, Jin Yew inside the class, luckily he was still okay.

Form 5 class was... awesome! Almost everyone stunned when I entered the class, because most of them know me and never expected me to teach bio. The whole class was conducted with full of fun and laughters. I really felt happy and energised after the class instead of the exhaustion I expected. Yu Song, your crazy questions really drove me nuts. Only after class I found out that you are the legendary scary student that drove previous tutors crazy. X) Best class ever taught so far.





5 January 2010
Tuesday, Gasing
Form 5 bio, Form 4 bio

Form 5 class was... fun! Charmaine was frozen when I entered the class. She didn't take bio, so she decided to sleep in class for chemistry later. Some how, she stayed awake throughout bio class. Was I too loud? Sorry....

Form 4 class... almost drop dead silence. Only 2 students, 1 of them is another junior, Cheng Hua. However, we survived.

Later, Say Chiew told me that I taught something wrong in yesterday's class! Shit...





6 January 2010
Wednesday, Old Town
Form 5 bio, Form 4 bio

I'm not going to say much about the classes today. Basically the students were all from Taman Petaling and 1 from SAS. The classes were okay.

At here I must be frank and straight.

MRS ANDREW CHU has no difference from a wet market chicken seller who can converse in little English and speaks Chinese in Sichuan essence. Oops, this is a disgrace to the wet market chiken sellers (sorry aunties XD).

Apparently we were the ones who made mistakes and caused some misunderstandings with ANDREW CHU Tuition Centre while giving out brochures outside their centre.

To Mr. and Mrs. Andrew Chu, and all ANDREW CHU Tuition Centre's students,

I'm Sorry

We don't mean to make enemies, it was a misunderstanding.

but MRS. ANDREW CHU's personality simply pissed me off. Not only your attitude, but you never think before you speak. I don't wish to point out what you said and what you did, but 华人的美德? Look at yourself before you speak of others. In fact we pratise more than you do. Giving tuition is not just about earning money. Yes, we do need money and we do earn money, but the difference between us and you is WE CARE FOR STUDENTS MORE THAN MONEY and YOU CARE FOR MONEY MORE THAN STUDENTS.

I never went to Andrew Chu, but now I know why students quit after some time, and I feel greatful that I never stepped into your staircase.

Oh yea, by the way, to MRS ANDREW CHU:

If you want to open a branch in Gasing, We're REALLY REALLY SORRY, but there are NO MORE SHOPS for rent. Unless you don't mind placing your tables and chairs and whiteboards at Ipoh Chicken Rice Shop's back lane. That is, IF they allow.




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Overall, teaching was fun! Really really fun! I never thought that I would be holding Bio reference books again, and I'm relearning Bio like never before. But at the same time we realised the diference between being student and a tutor, and the responsiblities of educating others are massive.

Unfortunately, there are things which are unpredictable. Very unpredictable. Just like what written in the previous post, I might be teaching again... (T_T)



I really don't feel like going college so fast.



See first la. If there is time, I will be back!