Showing posts with label boring chinese. Show all posts
Showing posts with label boring chinese. Show all posts

July 17, 2008

A Post Long Overdue (But Thought Up Just Now)

A few minutes before the bell a while ago, our uber-kind Chinese advisor suddenly blew up in an outburst of irritation, and that was because someone was cutting stuff while he was discussing our new set of problems. He made points I totally totally agree with, such as being able to learn Chinese for practical use, and to attend these classes for the sake of actually learning. It's also true that many people don't know the true value of the Chinese part of the school's curriculum and the fact that it would be such a waste, what with all this inflation going on, to fail the subject that makes up half our tuition.

I seriously, wholeheartedly agree with all his statements.

However.

Even if I was enthusiastic about learning Chinese (I mean, I don't really think it's "walang kwenta", just... a burden), I'd instantly lose all of that stuff were I to actually do it the Chiang Kai way.

I mean, take a look at the newest Chinese History (Zong He) memorization scam now!



Of course, the back part's included.

But OK, minor exaggeration since my teacher shortened it a bit, but regardless of that, it's still effing long. OK, I'm memorizing, am I learning anything? F**k no. It's like this question and answer portion was made up by Adolf Hitler, and wherever he/she is, s/he's either probably dead laughing from schadenfreude... or I killed him/her.

This just makes my really kind Chinese advisor really hypocritical, but he's just a teacher, he won't influence the administration!

It's been said before, and I'll just say it again: If lessons are just literally being shoehorned onto our damn brains, is it a surprise to see people not wanting to take Chinese seriously?

Memorize nga, but it'll end up going out the other f**king end. If that's not the epitome of stupidity, I don't know what the hell is.

October 6, 2007

Grandma Dale's Sweet Tooth (a poem)

Come inside our shrine,
that's sure to entice thine,
our candies that are bright,
will make you smile in sweet delight.

Come in to our humble abode,
we've just swept out the toads.
In Granny Dale's, children are happy,
no one comes in for some lame nappie.

All stuff are fresh be rest assured,
if you get sick you'll be insured.
We don't really sell some sweet manure
but candies- sweet and full of allure.

If you are poor then it's okay,
our shop is friendly anyway.
If all you want is just to stay,
then be our guest just don't go astray.

Our candy collection
can cover a nation
of rich and poor alike.
Just grab a penny and buy some candy of which we're sure you'll like.

Come and join our sweet escape,
anyone can join, even an ape.
So come on by if you feel blue,
we're just around the corner if you don't have a clue,

It's all here in Granny Dale's,
whose sweet tooth just never fails,
if you feel it's stupid or just plain funny,
just go in and talk with granny.

'Tis a poem I concocted during Chinese classes. I was supposed to do a slogan (in my own initiative) but Jurassic's time stretched a tad bit too long... LOL.

TRIVIA: In the part after "Come and join our sweet escape,", I was supposed to put "Don't you worry, you won't get raped." as the next line. But being a candy store, would that even be necessary? XD.
 
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