Saturday, August 27, 2005
helena is playing.
ive taken a new interest. and dats to sit on my study table at home, place my purple kiddy chair, da one wif da snow flake on it, and do work atop of it. i.e my study table has become my chair and my kiddy purple chair has become my table.
im wierd. i know. listened to clay yest as i did my tuition hw for today. and my eyes kept averting itself towards my camera. i need to see pictures of us. our faces. our smiles. our silly poses. and be reminded again of our together-ness.
why da school is doing this to us. i will never get. lionel, yan aparently gets your PAP way of thinking, but i'll never. i'll never. bullshit. unfair. they cant do this.
but they haf. and when lihuan called after da meeting yest, all she said into the phone was that they couldnt do anything about it.
da new bloody bastard of da day. sucha disgusting asshole. decided to step up. after never coming for both da gals and da guys trg for so damn bloody long(pun intended. he takes an even longer time den a snail i teel you, to walk from da staff room to da courts). and conduct da meeting. NO j2s allowed. can you imagime. they know just exactly how strong we would haf been. just how manipulative and vocal we would haf been in our arguments. "da teachers are in a VERY UNCOMPROMISING MOOD today. i though dat we made it very clear to da j2s already. just LEAVE."
just walk away liddat? are you kidding me, you fat bastard.
so now we're left wif GUESS WHO? and da bitch. and da team dosen even get a say in who will be taking over. NO, da SCHOOL will decide who is more suitable, based on qualifications and wat shit. yar rite, more like a GENERAL physical education cert, which in some miraculous little twist, tennis happens to be part of.
ts not easy you know. getting a coaching cert. allof us haf been to see how exactly da wannabe coahes are tested on their tecnique, confidence, ability to handle problematic situations, their ability to convey instructions clearly blah blah. we used to go to da nice nice courts stop westin of sth. some club near that area aniwae. and pretend to be begginers. helping out da ones we liked, by hitting roper strokes, and purposely making it difficult for da ones we didnt. anyhow whack. mean a i look back now, but i wouldnt haf done it different. cuz im sure we helped more den we screwed up. and givn da personalities GUESS WHO? and da bitch has. getting past da practical part would haf been so easy cus they haf just so much CHARM in them dun they. and da theory
part dats da hell part. i dunno how many books you haf to cover in dat short span of 3 days. da examinations and da practical are all completed during dat 3 days. so its realli make or break.
no way could either one of them haf gotten dat cert. NO WAY.
da durian vs da 3 oranges. wat an CLEVER analogy. im sure da fat bastard must haf thought of it. afterall, his GP must be freakin PRO musn't it.
we af ZERO dollars in our funds. and yet they refuse us even da most basic of answers. every question they posed ust got shot down. apparently the teachers were in more of an UNDERSTANDING stand den a PUT-YOU-DOWN stand. but i seriously doubt dat. 1hr and 15mins later and still nothing was any clearer den yest. how understanding could they haf been?
i hate da school so much. and yest as da durian was giving us her speech to us in da hall about you know, her usual predictions about how all of us are going to fail our A levels and end up as road sweepers and whatever lowly paid workers, no offence cuz i know how important their jobs realli are, in short her usual utterly discouraging speech, i couldnt even bare to look at her, cringing at each word she let slip of her mouth.
how could she rob us of something we fought so hard to establish. we fought for it. and we founded da team we haf at present. we founded coach. we founded ourselves. how could she rob us of dat. how could she rob us of him.
i feel so cheated.
we're all in this together.
be strong my loves. and thank you. ive been sucha mess lately.
p.s. gals, drink more water, we need to replenish our tears, or so says lionel=)
i cant wait till sunday.
Posted by paint me purple_ at 10:07 AM
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