i had actually planned for this. To take a break from studying at this moment. 'Now' coincides with the time my younger brother is having home tuition. i expected unlimited yellings from the tutor at my brother, judging from previous experiences ever since i started going home early from school. i am right. Right now, the tutor is shouting away already. But something else about this tutor shocked me.

This tutor came into my house. The moment his butt touches the seat, count to five, and i hear him raising his voice at my younger brother. i'm suspecting something. i'm thinking he already has an extremely bad impression of my brother. i bet he is feeling ultra reluctant to tutor my brother. i dare to say that on every Tuesday and Friday mornings, when he wakes up from slumber, he'll be saying, "What a fucking wrong day of the week! I need to go to this fucking home in Bukit Merah to teach a fucking problematic kid taking his PSLE this year. I'll rather fuck around in Geylang and get some fucking STDs than to teach him.".

i must say that my younger brother is indeed a problematic kid. He has the wrong attitude towards studies. He has the wrong attitude towards learning. All he thinks of are the games he can play on the PS2 or on the PC. i have ever tried helping him in his schoolwork. i must say i can vomit blood or come close to foaming at times. But seriously, when i get very patient with my younger brother, nothing is impossible. Well, there is always one problem when i want to help my brother and that is time. i always have to squeeze time out from my already-hectic schedule in my JC life to help him. In any case, my brother is not impossible to teach. This tutor is really not patient with my brother. An extremely important characteristic in any teacher. Bad!

Guess what just happened? My mum called me on my handphone using the house phone in her room. She asked me what i thought of the tutor right now. Overboard. Impatient. Outrageous. Not wanting to teach my younger brother anymore. These were the thoughts in my mind. But i didnt say everything out. Because she's my mum, i held my vulgarities back. For what i told my mum, just add the work 'fucking'. i think the tutor is a fucker. For a few times, i felt a strong urge to storm out from my room and blast at him, "You motherfucker! The moment you put your fucking butt on my chair, you start to raise your fucking voice. You have a fucker's attitude! No balls is it? Have to fucking shout at my younger brother to bring some yang into your yin-laden, sex-unbalanced body? You watch out for your cheebye! Kan nee nah! Kana rape by a dog then you'll know!"

From the looks of it, i'm sure you can tell i'm fucking unhappy with the tutor. i told my mum there is no point carrying on having tuition by this arse-fucked tutor. But because my brother is taking his PSLE this year, we'll have to tread carefully. We have to make the right decision on whether to tell this tutor, "You're fucking fired!". i'm contemplating whether to teach my younger brother up till his PSLE after my Prelims. It is a feasible idea, actually. His PSLE is right between my Prelims and my A-Levels. Sigh. i think the whole family will be discussing this matter tonight. i shall leave my thoughts till then.

Fuck off, Mr Fucker! Stop abusing my brother verbally. You think you're damn freaking smart, is it? i bet you cant even do a binomial expansion in decreasing powers of x properly!

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