today was a badbad day.


i just want to crawl into a corner and cry my eyeballs out. the fuckin old chicken-nehneh-pok stil doesnt get it. how he is supposed to? do u have any idea what time hy, ms ang n me left the studio?? it was freakin 8.35pm. and the old man stil doesnt get it.


stop scolding us, u nasty.
we ARE trying.


we just dont understand your freakin cheena.
you lack professionism, you lack the basics of a dance teacher.


T E A C H E R .


do you even understand the meaning of the word?
let me give u a clue, you are actually required to teach.


screamin at us, pushin-shoving us around is NOT teaching.


maybe in china, yes.
BUT we are in singapore you GOON!
you just wait!
i'll ask my mum to come to sch and complain to you singaporean style ar!


well maybe its becos i'm fussy, maybe its becos i'm bias..
but hey i admit it, i dont respect you.


i dont see how YOUR cheorography is worth a syfgold.
i dont see how YOU are worth the amount the sch is paying you.
i dont see why we have to respect YOU.


maybe when the day comes where you switch that tacky old black leathery thing u call pants for a dancepants and a comfortable shirt and get down to dancin with us and showing us the moves, mayb, just mayb i will respect you.


dont give me the excuse you are OLD.
oh please have you ever seen the lecturers in lasalle?
they are not exactly younger than you, but they dance soooo much better.
my old dance teacher dance with us even thou she was heavily pregnant!


so dance old man.
prove to me you can.
becos honestly,
you suck.