Cooking!
Saturday, January 16, 2010 5:35 PM
I've already learnt the most awesome, chewy chocolate chip cookie recipe.
Next: Scrambled eggs!
Yes. I just cooked some, but I overcooked 'em =( Why is it that whenever I want to cook scrambled eggs, there's never any milk in the house!?
Also, I hereby swear that I love A math. Shock horror! I know. But when you understand everything, it's easy to do. With practice. And lots of it. I love History, too. Not so much SS. (Sorry, Mr Poon. I know you're evil at heart, but sometimes you really want us to do well so you can get a pay rise, right? I understand.) Social studies is pretty boring. It's like geography, except with History formats. Also, because of the tight schedule, teachers rarely play along with you or tell you their life stories (that are unrelated to the current lesson).
History, on the other hand, is nothing short of fantabulous. Who needs perfect English to be entertaining? Not Ms Chia, that's not who! Of course it's important to speak proper English, but in a gesture to my point, it's because Singlish sounds so rotten that it is entertaning. If the teacher isn't entertaining, there's nothing students can do about it. Except maybe wield a parang and chop their heads off. But we all know that's off-limits. OR DO WE?! DUN DUN DUN
So you see, Sec 3 is much more serious. But why does that mean we cannot utilize fun to accomplish the serious? Why can't we make use of stupidity to mock actual stupidity without people thinking we are ACTUALLY stupid? Or.. wait. I AM stewpid! =D Like Phoebe.
Well, regardless, I'd like people to know despite loving to stoop myself to (very) dangerous levels to achieve entertainment, I can be serious when I want (have) to, and I can deliver ze goods - right on tam, like FedEx. (Unlike UPS.)
But really, I don't thrive on being annoying. I thrive on your response. I thrive on seeing YOU scream. I thrive on seeing YOU flail your arms wildly. I thrive on YOU slapping me with a big tunafish. I thrive on YOU. Without YOU, there is no mockery. And without mockery, there is no stupidity. And without stupidity, there is no Phoebe.
Saturday, January 16, 2010 5:35 PM
I've already learnt the most awesome, chewy chocolate chip cookie recipe.
Next: Scrambled eggs!
Yes. I just cooked some, but I overcooked 'em =( Why is it that whenever I want to cook scrambled eggs, there's never any milk in the house!?
Also, I hereby swear that I love A math. Shock horror! I know. But when you understand everything, it's easy to do. With practice. And lots of it. I love History, too. Not so much SS. (Sorry, Mr Poon. I know you're evil at heart, but sometimes you really want us to do well so you can get a pay rise, right? I understand.) Social studies is pretty boring. It's like geography, except with History formats. Also, because of the tight schedule, teachers rarely play along with you or tell you their life stories (that are unrelated to the current lesson).
History, on the other hand, is nothing short of fantabulous. Who needs perfect English to be entertaining? Not Ms Chia, that's not who! Of course it's important to speak proper English, but in a gesture to my point, it's because Singlish sounds so rotten that it is entertaning. If the teacher isn't entertaining, there's nothing students can do about it. Except maybe wield a parang and chop their heads off. But we all know that's off-limits. OR DO WE?! DUN DUN DUN
So you see, Sec 3 is much more serious. But why does that mean we cannot utilize fun to accomplish the serious? Why can't we make use of stupidity to mock actual stupidity without people thinking we are ACTUALLY stupid? Or.. wait. I AM stewpid! =D Like Phoebe.
Well, regardless, I'd like people to know despite loving to stoop myself to (very) dangerous levels to achieve entertainment, I can be serious when I want (have) to, and I can deliver ze goods - right on tam, like FedEx. (Unlike UPS.)
But really, I don't thrive on being annoying. I thrive on your response. I thrive on seeing YOU scream. I thrive on seeing YOU flail your arms wildly. I thrive on YOU slapping me with a big tunafish. I thrive on YOU. Without YOU, there is no mockery. And without mockery, there is no stupidity. And without stupidity, there is no Phoebe.