Panit's lack of social life

So today in French class we practised our speaking skills (or lack of them with the exception of.. yeah)

Let's relate Panit's experience.

Mrs. Junges: Decris ta vie sociale. (Describe your social life)
Me (rudely intervening): Il n'a pas de la vie sociale (He doesn't have a social life)
Panit (probably does not understand what is going on): *silence*
Mrs. Junges: Awwww, pauvre Panit! (Poor Panit)
Kai Sheng: Demandez-lui de sa petite amie. (Ask him about his girlfriend)
Panit: Je n'ai pas d'une petite amie. (I don't have a girlfriend)
Me: *YEAH RIGHT*

Mrs. Junges: Racontez-moi de tes amis. (Tell me of your friends)
Me (rudely intervening): Il n'a pas d'amis. (He doesn't have any)
Panit: Je vais - (I am going- )
Me (rudely intervening): - au centre commercial avec mes amis... ( - to the shopping mall with my friends)
Panit: - a la plage aves mes amis. (to the beach with my friends)
Mrs. Junges: Tes amis sont vrais ou imaginaires? (Your friends, they are real or imaginary?)
Panit: .... imaginaires (....imaginary)

Me: Panit est mechant! (Panit is mean)
Mrs. Junges: Pourquoi? (Why?)
Kai Sheng: Parce qu'il se moque tes amis, surtout les filles. (Because he makes fun of his friends, especially the girls)
Mrs. Junges: Comment? (How?)
Me: Il me dit que je suis courte! (He says I am short!)
Mrs Junges: Tout ce qui est petit est mignon! (All that is small is cute!) et tout ce qui est grande est... *something*on (and everything that is big is _____; she would not say it because it was a bad word)



So yes.
That's what we do in French class.

HAHHAH!!! I miss those types of lessons... When we attempt to make fun of each other... and when she starts talking about food *dreams*... HAHHAHAHA!

I like your French teacher.

*JM and WY are passing French classroom*
Wei Yun: Sarah has been teaching me French! SANDWIC DU FROMAGE!
Teacher: Sorchisors! (SPELLING?! LOL) Saucission

It's saucisson you fool.
Anyway the reason for that is because one time during oral practice I said "The man is drowning his sausages in alcohol" instead of "sorrows"
Hey soucis and saucis almost the same la k...

But the difference in meaning... Oh so great.

CLUCK CLUCK CLUCKKKK

A conversation in English class this time last week:

Mr. Walton: And the hawk's species lends it a certain majesty. It is a great animal, better so than a-
Someone: A pigeon? :D
Mr. Walton: Yes, a pigeon! But you know, pigeons in the UK can be vicious.
Wei Yun: Pigeons in Malaysia aren't. XD
Mr. Walton: Well, we should test that theory. Why don't we put Darren on the field and wait for ow long it takes for the Malaysian pigeons to attack him. He shall henceforth be known as.... Pigeon Bait.
Everyone: ROFLMAO MUAHAHAHA

Hence the beginning of a lot of jokes about Darren and his pigeon-ness, which culminated today in the giving of a poem to the class by Mr. Walton. We were told to annotate it.

Because. You know... I wrote Darren a poem to express my love for him.

His goon-like manners, his perpetual grin, and...

The fact that he is sheer pigeon bait.

Enjoy.

And mock Darren.

The Pigeons

To Darren Goon

1 Like an inverted ink-stain they raged towards me
2 Swatting their wings, pecking diamond beaks.
3 They were lions to red meat, wolves to lame sheep-
4 Prey surrounded in my sea of artificial green.

5 Lunging with spears, the pigeons charged
6 As though they were soldiers on the battlefield of chance.
7 They had seen their unsuspecting victim
8 Alone on the night-watch, and barged,

9 Suffocating me by flurry of sulphur and gas,
10 They fired their guns, raging, angry, crass;
11 Stumbling yelling very unmanly shrieking,
12 Fumbling for my gas-mask of death's escape:

13 A crumbled cookie, tossed past the horizon-

14 And they retreated; oh, if this had been the War,
15 They would be shot at dawn,
16 The firing squad's order zooming, rushing past the lawn.

17 Several moons later, beaten, broken, bruised,
18 I found myself again on that man-made turf.
19 The predators were nowhere to be found,
20 Until I heard that ungodly pecking sound-

21 On mud-dashed scrambling trodden emerald green
22 Did I see the pigeon's broken blood pour,
23 Did I see its wan wings and swollen belly
24 Crash and fall into shaken dust.

25 They will attack me no more.


Guiding questions: With reference to the 'artificial turf', what is the exact brand of cookie that the persona (henceforth referred to as Goony) threw?
Name the exact reason that Goony was attacked by pigeons. Clue: Goony-ness.

And I still maintain that Mr. Walton should seriously have let us continue with this as a commentary. Imagine drawing this in your IOC.

French Lesson Number One

What Su wants, Su gets.


Therefore.


Her very first French lesson will be:


"Voulez vous coucher avec moi, ce soir?"


Learn it fast, learn it well Su, for it will benefit you greatly in you being your Su-ness.


:]


-P

HAHHAAHA! Yes! And remember to say, 'Oui' if someone asks you that question.hehe



It's coucheZ you idiot
.runner.

OWNED! *high 5 Sarah* :)

I know what that means. Im not stupid. -.- And I dont want to be taught by you.

As Kai Sheng kindly pointed out, it is coucher.

"Would you like to sleep with me, tonight/this evening?"

Infitive, hence, coucher ;) The voulez is already the vous form of a verb.