It's official - I'm on the path of becoming a teacher.
Run and hide, parents.
I just hope that nothing else would come in my way - myself included. I really, really want this. Not only because it is a noble profession, you also get to travel around, meet and live with people you don't know and become friends.
We went through the unavoidable orientation (1 week) and met lots of colourful characters. And soon enough, cliques and friendship began to bud and blossom. (Not to mention distaste, but that's an entirely different story.)
And there is also the fact that I want to lose weight. Yes people, this weight-challenged airhead is trying to lose weight so I would look good in a Red Crescent/Red Cross uniform. No, really.
Also I swear to try anything that I have never done anything before. Like becoming a Red Cross. My reason was I wanted to smooch people. And also, I became the head for my sports house cheer leading squad. Do cheerleaders dance to Vivaldi?
They warned us that everything will be super fast, because this was supposed to be a 2-year (at minimum) compressed to a year. And it's not actually one year as in 12 months, because most of the time will be spent out of class. Yep. I will actually missing classes for valid reasons.
And by the way, I am doing three of my favourite subjects: Maths, Music and English. Yes, yes!
New year, new outlook, same ole me. Just maybe better and younger.
Wednesday, February 04, 2009
Sunday, November 12, 2006
Saturday, July 08, 2006
Stupid Girls, Lonely President...
No, I am not referring to the previous president, but that will have to come later. I'm referring to Pink's latest album that has these two songs, and they rubbed me raw both ways: sad and comic.
Stupid Girls is rather shocking to watch the first time around, especially with the scene in the bathroom with the toothbrush. But when I got through it, it became evident to me that this was a very funny, albeit scathing, poke-of-the-elbow at most female artiste today. But what really tickled me was her depiction of a desperate woman trying to get back her BF's attention by blowing up her bra - 'push up my bra like - that!' - that was precious. As was with the rest of the video.
Dear Mr President may not be a chart-climbing song, but it's pregnant with messages. Was the president a lonely boy, I wonder now. It could be the reason why he surrounds himself with so many troubles now, just to make him self busy. But then, he'd 'never take a walk with me', 'cos he 'don't know nothing about hard work'. Oh well.
Stupid Girls is rather shocking to watch the first time around, especially with the scene in the bathroom with the toothbrush. But when I got through it, it became evident to me that this was a very funny, albeit scathing, poke-of-the-elbow at most female artiste today. But what really tickled me was her depiction of a desperate woman trying to get back her BF's attention by blowing up her bra - 'push up my bra like - that!' - that was precious. As was with the rest of the video.
Dear Mr President may not be a chart-climbing song, but it's pregnant with messages. Was the president a lonely boy, I wonder now. It could be the reason why he surrounds himself with so many troubles now, just to make him self busy. But then, he'd 'never take a walk with me', 'cos he 'don't know nothing about hard work'. Oh well.
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