i hate spastic people

haiz... almost 6 days since i last used the computer... kena sabo-ed... pls lor... i dun even have time to use the computer... as if i will tag all that rubbish... it must be some spastic khaki shorts-wearer that is fuking this thing up... you will seriously die when i find out who you are... mark my words...

anywayz... i shall divide this into 2 parts and skip what happened on thursday and go to friday (since it's so long ago and quite boring...)

part 1

friday: sec 1's came for their first co practice... after the selection of instruments, they went to their respective instruments to get used to stuff... and so i got a guy called max and another called yi quan or something... mind you that all this was during the resiliency course... so i sort of missed part of it... and so i asked them to practise the basic hitting of the drum... the main aim was to make them practise for 2 or 3 hours straight (it's just hitting the drum...) and so i went to the resiliency course and when i came back, i could see that max was practising as he could hit the drum correctly but the bloody spastic yi quan, or whatever his name is, is still using his arm to hit the drum (supposed to use the wrist...) obviously he has been slacking the whole time... and so i told him to continue practising and he was looking at me in a daze... and said, "eh? you are the one that were here just now right? heehee... no wonder you look so familiar..." in those kind of retarded voice... not only that, i kept telling him to use his wrist and he still uses his arm... and every time i demonstrate to him how to hit, he would spastically put the drumstick on the drum and be amazed at how the drumstick bounces on the drumskin... "wah... the stick bounce so high... hee hee..." showing me his teeth that is the colour opposite his that of his mouth... of course, i kept my seriousness and told him to practise his basics... and since max was progressing well, i decided to focus on him... until mr spastic stopped practising after 2 minutes... and he just stood there and smiled...

scene 1
me: WHO ASK YOU TO STOP??!! (shouting aggressively)
spastic:(smiling wryly) hee... can i stop?
me: NO...!
spastic:(continues to practise)

after another 2 minutes, same thing happens...

scene 2
me: OUI!! NOBODY ASK YOU TO STOP RIGHT??!!! (now irritated, shouting with more aggression)
spastic: (smiling spastically... then continues to practise...)

after another 2 minutes...

scene 3
me: OUI!! WHO ASK YOU TO STOP??!! CONTINUE PRACTISING!!! (now damn pissed...)
spastic: (smiling like a bloody retard) hee... eh, you know ah... i haven't really chosen percussion yet you know... (in a high-pitched voice... typical in most spastic people...)
me: then which instrument you want to go?
spastic: i want to go to dizi... or sheng...
me: do you know that they dun want you? dizi they got enough already... and sheng they only need 1 new person... and they got it... so you got no choice but to come to percussion...
spastic: orh...

unless he goes to another instrument, i can assure him that he will screwed by me if he continues to act like this... i hate spastic people and they aren't worth my attention...

anyway, i left the school at 6pm and was late for like 5 minutes for my drumming course... but didn't really matter actually... the stuff that they were practising were all so simple... some more i learn before...