Class Jersey Hoohaa
Haha, apparently there’s a a hulabaloo about our class jerseys.
Looks very ugly leh, looks like Korea flag leh, logo looks very 3-for-$10 pasam malam kind leh, nag nag nag.
Okay, we get it. Your class jerseys look Godly compared to ours. Your jerseys will burn the eyes of anyone who sets their eyes on it because it’s just too holy to be seen directly by us common, ungainly mortals. Your jerseys are worth being plated in gold and being displayed in every art museum in France. Your jerseys are the king of class jerseys. Hell, your jerseys are so good, that they are fit to be eaten by high-class epicureans. Your jerseys deserve to be shagged. Your jerseys can rule the world, your jerseys possess the power to separate the Red Sea and attack every field with locusts. Your jerseys are Gods. Your jerseys can defy the laws of Physics and bestow pigs with the ability to fly, et cetera. We geddit.
AIYOH. This is one of the times where I feel the need to use Singlish here to express my utter exasperation. This is exactly the sort of imbecilic and nonsensical actions which further breeds ethnocentrism between classes, it’s no wonder classes are establishing non-empirical preconceived judgments of other classes. Get over it lah, are your egos so insecure to the extent that you need to effusively criticise our class jerseys?
I’m just glad that Teng Hui managed to get us class jerseys. I think he shouldn’t have asked for the class’s opinion and should have just gone straight ahead to do what he thought was best, because even after asking us for our opinions, classmates are still complaining anyway. Idiots.
Yay! I finally have a shirt with my name on it! *beams* Who cares if we look like a North Korean political party?
Mid-year exams are creeping up, and I’m still unable to comprehend simple physics rules. Chinese O levels are creeping up, and I’m still unable to utter a full sentence without the occasional, “Umm,” or “Then..” or awkward pause. Sometimes I think I let my mum down by not being able to do well in Chinese. Teachers and friends think that I’m indolent when it comes to studying Mandarin, because how can a child of a Taiwanese be poor in Mandarin? Nag nag nag. But that’s not true, I’m not lazy, I don’t know why I can’t do well, but at least I’m trying.
Sigh, back to studying.