So alright, I was checking the news page on FB as always and I saw a friend of mine being tagged in a photo where him and a bunch of his pals met up. There were some people that I recognized as these people were from Ipoh high schools. One of them was this dude my other friend used to know and this dude, he recommended us to join this 1119 English tuition.
For those of you that aren't aware of what 1119 is, it's the... how do I put it, other standard of marking your English paper in SPM. So yeah, you'd get 2 different grades. I, personally, was not concerned at all with this other standard but these other friend of mine was, so he got offered by this other dude, who I shall refer to henceforth as GZ. Big dude, very short hair, prim, proper, complete square as far as I know.
So my friend laps up what he has to offer about this teacher who specializes in teaching 1119 quality English and shit like that. So, I get intrigued as well as I am not one to throw away oppurtunities to one up my game. So me and this friend joins this tuition while this GZ dude's been there for like forever.
First time there, house looked pretty ordinary, a'ite? Small house in Ipoh Garden, abundance of flowers by the side, here and there. We were told she was a really old lady so the scene was pretty a'ite at that point. Then we noticed a string, looping from the gate, to the window overlooking the front gate. It was one of those old gates, about waist-high, which you could easily shoulder charge through without breaking a sweat. So we started shouting hello to see if there was anyone in and we saw someone moving in the house, near the open windows and suddenly she asked us to pull on the string. So we pulled it, and there was a key, attached to the other end, at the window, that was tied to the string. The point was to pull the string until we got to the key to open the lock on the gate.
Yeah. Talk about paranoid.
We went in and met her for the 1st time. Real batty old lady. I swear that hair was fake but then again we were thinking, let's not judge based on appearances.
So few weeks went by and we kept going to her tuition and in all seriousness, there was nothing any one of us could learn from her that seemed like it'd give us the upper hand in this whole 1119 fiasco. She was a total fraud, or at least, a desperate old lady looking to pay her bills by teaching sub par english to morons who would lap it up. Funny thing was GZ, who intro'd us to her was way ahead any one of us, and yet he stuck by her. I don't know whether he was feeling sorry for her or what, but man, I have no idea what he saw in her to start pulling people into her class.
Subsequent weeks ahead, me and my friend started to skip her classes altogether 'cause seriously, we were paying her for nothing but the sheer entertainment we could scrounge up from making fun of her fake hair, her unfounded paranoia and downright "old people" mannerisms.
Heh... I remember once, there was once a photographer in her house that was shooting her newly renovated BATHROOM. God knows if she hired him or the dude was part of some nutty bathroom enthusiast's magazine.
Whatever it is, the thing that kinda ticks me off, in a very slight manner, mind you, is that what the fuck was this GZ dude even thinking?! I mean... did he even know she was so batty and incompetant or was he just feeling way too sorry for the old lady that he didn't care that he was wasting our money and time?
Well, whatever it was, I got no beef with the dude, but he wasted my time and money. Despite that, he has given me a good story to tell my friends and grandkids about. Man... the key... and that hair. Hahahahahaha...
Wonder is she dead yet? And would they like... give her a new wig if it was an open coffin thing?
Heh... anyways, I wish you all a very Happy Chinese New Year and belated Valentine's Day. May you get loads of cash, the girl, get banged, get fucked, whatever tickles your fancy.
Peace.
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