*Shot*

Exams are over.

Now to wait for the teachers to evaluate how badly did I do for my second year of secondary school.

3 more months before I can stop being a guinea pig for the school's hare-brained schemes to try and improve our behaviour and outlook on life. I think the most hare-brained scheme to date is the "妈妈不会飞，我是特工队" activity. It sounded like a scheme that could work out at first, until you realise that if you don't hand in your card/haven't written any chores on your card, you get demeritted/have points taken off. WTF. How was I supposed to hand in my card when I was sick and the 义工团 refused to take my card when I went back to school? I can see it now. 操行：丙. Shot.

And then next year, we have the PMR and UEC. Lovely. Especially UEC Physics, Geometry and Algebra. Plain lovely.Well, I'll cry next year.

Bro and Henrietta

Bro finally got the guitar he's been wanting for years. And you know what? He just had to name it Henrietta. I blame K-On! and maybe Gunslinger Girl for this. K-On! because Yui named her guitar Gitah and Gunslinger Girl because there's a girl named Henrietta in it, and that bro used to love that anime. No pics, as Blogger went gay, so now I can't view whatever images I posted here. Darn. Now that I look at it, all the pics from previous posts seemed to have pulled a disappearing act.

Henrietta's so new, it/she/whatever still has that "new" smell along with the new case. And it/she/let's-just-say-Henrietta's-a-she still has her serial number tag on her. I don't dare to take the guitar out of the case: bro will slaughter me if there's any damage. Plus, I don't have the cash to buy another Seagull guitar to replace Henrietta: she cost RM 1600 if I remember correctly, and I want my savings so that my wallet won't burn out for the months to come: there's birthdays, Christmas, items which I buy on impulse... And snacks. Snacks... *spaces out*

Art Homework's A Pain

Tomorrow's Reporters' Field Day, thanks to the fact that we'll be singing "We Are Malaysia!". I just wonder whether the teachers are hyping it up again with the number of reporters.

Then there's my art homework. Making a CD cover, to be handed in with a CD casing as well. Fun. Boy oh boy. What made me think of selecting Hatsune Miku to do a CD cover? Now I'm just like bro and his music presentation group: too focused on plan A, to the point where I can't pull out to do plan B. Lucky I didn't do Megurine Luka: her costume's too big a pain to draw, let alone paint.

You can tell who has the simpler costume.

The Dude Up In The Sky

Or the wise bearded dude sitting right up there in heaven with a throng of angels, or the dude who pretty much ruled all, or just simply what some people would say, God.

Anyways, I wonder if the dude up there really does hate me by cursing me with the number 10. My roll number's 10, I got 10th from bottom in class (the competitiveness of the 4th class. I can just imagine what position I would get in the 1st class), I have a tendency to get 10 out of 40 (no more, no less) on all my algebra tests no matter how many practice questions I did, and finally, I'm the 10th finalist in a poem recitation contest which I didn't want to enter at all.

Screw it all.

The final round's on Friday, which means I only have 2 days to prepare. No fair. Why do the seniors get a whole week to get ready while us juniors only have 2 days? And the fact that it's on a Friday mean that I really am going to be the last one to be tested on singing. Oh the joy. And Friday used to be one of my favourite days until secondary school, when my favourite day shifted to Sunday.

I reall feel like:

1. Whipping out an old poetry book from the library and select the longest, most epic poem just to spite a certain few people
2. Whipping out my old "Utterly Brilliant Poetry" book and select the most disgusting/weirdest poem I can find.
3. Whipping out my Children's Nursery Rhymes book that's been languishing at the back of a cupboard and select the shortest poem.
4. Reciting The Epic of Gilgamesh on the day of the finals to bore the judges to tears.
5. Use the poem "Make The Pie Higher" that's constructed out of Bushisms
6. Or just stick to the poem I originally intended to use: "A Tragedy"

Maybe you'd say I'm childish but still, which teacher would sign their students up for a contest without asking their permission first?

I Act Like A 15 Year Old! (?_?)

 Taken from Lilith's deviantart. Let's do something apart from rant for the 100th post.

[X] You know how to make a pot of coffee.
[ ] You keep track of dates using a calendar.
[ ] You own a credit card.
[ ] You know how to change the oil in a car.
[X] You've done your own laundry
[ ] You can vote in an election.
[X ] You can cook for yourself.
[ ] You think politics are interesting.

TOTAL SO FAR: 3

[ ] You show up for school late a lot.
[] You always carry a pen/pencil in your bag/purse/pocket
[] You've never gotten a detention.
[X] You have forgotten your own birthday.
[X] You like to take walks by yourself.
[X ] You know what credibility means, without looking it up
[] You drink caffeine at least once a week.

TOTAL SO FAR: 6

[X] You know how to do the dishes.
[X] You can count to 10 in another language.
[ ] When you say you're going to do something you usually do it.
[ ] You can mow the lawn.
[ ] You study even when you don't have to.
[X] You have hand washed a car before.

TOTAL SO FAR: 9

[X] You can spell experience, without looking it up.
[ ] The people at Starbucks know you by name.
[] Your favorite kind of food is take out.
[X] You can go to the store without getting something you don't need
[ ] You understand political jokes the first time they are said.
[X] You can type pretty quick.

TOTAL SO FAR: 12

[ ] Your only friends are from your place of employment.
[ ] You have been to a Tupperware party.
[X] You have realized that practically no one will take you seriously unless you are over the age of 25 and have a job.
[ ] You have more bills than you can pay.
[X] You have been to the beach.
[X] You use the internet every day.
[ ] You have been outside 3 or more times a day.
[ ] You make your bed in the morning.

Total: 15 

Wow. I act a year older than I am. Surprise surprise.And I'm bored, so I tag:

Choco
Celia
Ai Ning
Issabelle
Thong Jean

Knock yourselves out.

Oh The Joy

So, there's English week. And I got myself into a mess. Again. This time it involves a singing contest. Vivian asked me to play the piano during the contest. Problem is, the song is Breaking Free, it's 7 pages long, it involves notes more than an octave apart (short fingers make it difficult to play notes more than an octave apart) and I have less than a week to master it. What the hell??? And Vivian refuses to find another pianist even though I said that there's no guarantee that I'll be able to master the song when she first asked me. The poem recitation is a few days after that, and exams a few more days after poem recitation. Man oh man is my schedule screwed. I still have to study for physics, or Mou Mou's test paper would slaughter me.

Then I've been playing around with Paint Tool SAI. It's relatively popular with artists. I'm still playing around with it as I've no idea what do certain controls do. So far I've only been able to do line art. That's still a start, I guess. It all started to go downhill with coloring though.

It's still pretty much WIP though... I haven't figured out how to do the eyes yet.

Stage Fright

Next week, our music test is gonna start. Good thing the teacher's gonna start with the boys, or I'll die from the fright. Bad thing is the selection of songs that we were given to choose from involved a lot of flats/sharps, or they are way too high/low for me to sing properly, or it involves jumping octaves. Not good at all, as I've always had trouble jumping from one octave to another. I tend to end up singing at least 2 notes lower than I want to.

Then there's my English teacher who had signed me up for the poem recitation contest. The stage fright's going to get to me. Dancing in a see-through jumpsuit on stage as a kiddie was bad enough. Actually opening my mouth to say something on stage is worse. And the contest is 2 days before our exams. What the *insert all sorts of swear words in all sorts of languages/dialects here*.

Ah, the pain. At least I did warn my teacher that I can have a slightly twisted sense of humour at times. And selecting a poem to recite is one of those times. >:3

Chinese Students

On Tuesday, we're expecting 2 students from China to stay with us for lessons on that day. Awesomeness is gonna happen, I know it, especially during Geography and Chinese. Mr Ng would have a blast with them. Double the awesomeness if you stir in Daniel into the equation. Triple it if you add Chinaman and Bird. (he got the nickname from a joke about him being Chinaman's pet) I'm still not too pleased with Chinaman since he smashed a ball into my face which nearly drove my glasses into my eyes.

When our teacher announced this, we went mad. Mad, as in overexcited. Then the guys got significantly disappointed when our taecher added that both of the students are guys. I got stuck with a grumpy Daniel for the rest of Saturday: he was expecting 1 girl, if not 2. Thankfully it was teachers' training day, so I only need to put up with him for 4 periods.

They're coming in from the 4th period till 10th period. Which makes me wonder, how are they going to cope with the 2 Malay periods and Sejarah period? Students from China don't normally learn Malay, so I doubt they're going to understand what the teachers are saying. Cikgu Mun would NOT be pleased with this. Big time.

Don't Tell Mum

Mum's gone on a business trip yesterday, so this leaves me, bro and dad at home. Now that she's not home, we've been making plans on what to eat/do over the next few days, and they mostly include stuff that mum rarely allows us to eat, like nasi kandar and pizza with extra cheese. As for the "do" part, so far it we only thought of combing through Subang, Sunway and Puchong for new places to eat. Yep, go ahead and say that we're three pigs. XD

Dinner menu so far includes pizza and western (my suggestions, and no, I don't mean someplace like TGI Friday's for western: we'll break the budget), nasi kandar (bro's suggestion, good one, bro), Japanese and German (dad, are you being serious when you said that?).

Yep. 3 pigs indeed. This is what happens when you leave us in the house minus mum for a few days. Awesomeness/hilarity/chaos/whatever you like to put it ensues. Just don't tell mum that we've been eating all these unhealthy stuff.

Don't Torture Me, Little Dollies... The Truth Is...

You all are not going to be drawn for quite a few days. I'm all better now, but I still have the sore throat left over from the cold... This means no curry noodles. And hot dogs. And cereal. Damn it all, especially the no cereal part. Back to drinking Herbalife milkshakes again for breakfast.

And seriously, must my dreams go all weird whenever I have a fever? The last time involved people dressed in yellow polka dotted bikinis (must be thanks to listening to bro's playlist of "oldies"), now it involved supposedly cute little dolls being sickeningly cheery. Now I don't know when will be the next time I doodle dollies on my Sejarah textbook again.

Sports Day

Sports Day! Well, it spanned 2 days so you can't exactly say Sports Day. Anyway, I brought dad's camera on the 2nd day, so, there's pics. And videos. Unfortunately, Blogger took a loooong time to upload even a short clip, and even then, there was an error so I can't upload any videos. Sorry.

Titadyn. After quite some time, they officially have a uniform.

Run Henry, Run! And don't insult me over this photo just because you guys didn't win the 4x100 baton pass! Because of that, I've deleted it from Facebook! Happy now, Mr. Smartass? >:(

You guys arh, play Uno play until you didn't realize someone's snapping at you arh.

Towards the end, the headmaster called everyone who wants to to run with him. Half the stadium immediately emptied.

St John's Ambulance. And there really was an ambulance that day with "St John's Ambulance" on the side. And there seemed to be a lot of people who literally dropped like flies after they're done running.

Ally! Sorry, but the way you spelled the short form of your name... You know that it's actually a word right?

Balloons! I want one! But they have to be there to hold up the banner...

Go Kit Jun! Draw on Jay's face! >:3

The parade. Excuse the crappy quality. I had to zoom in.

Trying to snap me now, Jasreen?

This is win. Ming Yang sleeping with his head in someone's lap. >:D

Then half the girls tried kidnapping me for photos. Seet Her, Samantha, WHY THE HECK DID YOU SECRETLY TAKE PHOTOS OF ME????? THEY LOOK SO UGLY!!! *mopes*

I forgot how Yi Teng persuaded me to take that photo. Maybe it's because I was in a good mood after eating lunch. Or maybe I managed to read quite a few fanfics before she took the picture. (the power of the internet through a mobile phone)

Woo. That's quite a long post.

My Class T-Shirt

Ah, I haven't updated for some time... Anyway, we got our t-shirts today, just in time for Thursday and Friday: Sports Day.

The first pic's the back, and the 2nd pic's the front. Don't ask me why the front pic is the 2nd pic: Blogger decided to go gay on me.

The design is... well, at least now I can say: "Guess what! I have two hearts and they have ANGEL WINGS on them!".XD

Sports Day is coming up! Unfortunately for me, it's in Cheras, and I'll end up having to stay wide awake for nearly 12 hours starting from 5 a.m. with no short naps in between. On the plus side, lunch is going to be KFC, that much I know. For 2 days straight.

Of Terrorists and Parties

Thanks to a certain idea that flitted into my form teacher's head, my place shifted from my comfy little place by the window to the very corner of the classroom next to the back door. And I got the class clown next to me. The joy of hearing him countering statements and arguments in class. At least the noise is only coming from one side this time instead of both sides. And the dude sitting right in front of me seems to enjoy stretching so far back, his hands always knock down my tumbler.

Unfortunately, this change puts me in the same row as Chinaman, whom I suspect is suffering from I-will-get-cooties-from-this-particular-girl syndrome. Which makes him twist his face into expressions previously unknown to people. And which made him yell that I'm a terrorist today. To tell the truth, I think that he's the terrorist here.. And he and his equally potty mouthed crony are most certainly terrorizing my life by screaming, doing rude gestures at me, and the final straw of him yelling that I'm a terrorist made me act out of character, or at least, I acted out of character to my classmates: I yelled back that he's the real terrorist. Loud. In class. I don't think I've shown the very rude side of myself to them before.

Tomorrow's the last day of school before the school holidays start. I know it's supposed to start on Saturday but thanks to the fact that there's not enough room for 4000+ people to celebrate Teachers' Day at school, all us juniors start the holidays a day earlier. The seniors get to monkey around party around on Friday.

Come to think of it, there's supposed to be a party at Times Square with all of 2 Ai. I'm not going due to the lack of transport. And secretly I'm relieved, because then I don't have to sing karaoke, or as people put it, 'sing K'. And I won't have to pretend that I know fashion trends by attempting to "dress cool". The checkered dress and tights were bad enough: I felt too cold round the shoulders while the tights did their job of being, well, tight.

Time to sleep or I'll miss the bus.

R.I.P, Drawing

Today's our art exam at school, and it involves painting. I don't enjoy colouring my drawings, especially painting them, because for one I'm clueless as to how to work out the lighting. Second, my hand shakes a lot whenever I want it to stay still, which means I can forget about "beautifying" my drawings by painting.

Anyways, I ended up missing lunch because we had to arrange the tables for the exam. Lucky I bought some bread the day before, so I had that for lunch. It tasted... terrible, for a croissant. Too sticky for one. Then I didn't have enough time to finish painting. Bleh. And then the guy sitting next to me just had to go "aiyo, aiyo, I won't be able to finish it..." rather loudly and suddenly wheeze. The wheezing I can endure, but not all the "aiyoing". In the end, all the other girls grilled and roasted him after the art exam. No one likes to hear all that complaining when they're trying to concentrate.

With the art exam comes all sorts of stories that somehow either spread like wildfire or stay circulating through a class. One of the stories include a form one student eating his own apple after he was done sketching it. It's pretty obvious that he's most likely to be in the "back" classes. These kind of stories normally crop up there, though occasionally they happen in the front classes, like how someone went on an extreme pranking spree on April Fool's.

I've gotta study for next week, so... Bye bye FFTA, I'll play you a fortnight later...

I'm Sick.

The cracks look awkward. And I have no talent with "graffiti writing".

I'd feel depressed if I was a torn up rabbit plushie abandoned in some room with graffiti and cracks.

I'm down with a fever. That means mum and dad are pumping me full of their supplements and vitamins and so on. Bleargh. I wonder how in the world do they manage to down at least 5 kinds of supplements at least once a day? 3 supplements already got me choking. On the plus side, at least the fever is so mild, I didn't hallucinate about little kiddies swinging hatchets, swords, knives with all of them out to kill me (my imagination as a 10 year old was amazing huh?)

Anne

Ah... My homework for "N.I.E"... What does "Newspaper in Education" have to do with us designing book covers?

I see that my handwriting is crooked. Again. Peh. This is what happens when there are no lines to guide my writing. At least it looks more respectable than my writing as a ten year old. I can barely read my own handwriting from 4 years ago, just like how I can barely read bro's current handwriting.  I wonder if bad handwriting runs in the family? And you can forget about reading the top of the paper, as it contains my name, roll number and class. 2 Ai. Can be translated to 2 Love. Also can be interpreted as 2 Valentine or 2 Heart. The "Ai" is not to be confused with "A.I.", which stands for artificial intelligence.

I find it difficult to draw the background. And since I can't find my own copy of the book, I used a picture I found on Google Images.

http://byrdmiddle.org/books/wp-content/uploads/2010/03/6a00c22521fa5e8fdb00fae8bb4b80000b-500pi.jpg

Obviously, about the only thing that I successfully copied from the background was the outline of the house. The rest, no.

I'm gonna get my sleep now, so bye.

I Love Competitions And Events. Not.

Ah... I seem to be extremely pessimistic for the past 1 week or so, to the extent of rapid firing posts like noone's business.

So, the results for the first season of the My Pride, My Class's Honour competition came out on Monday. The principal announced it in his usual annoying way. By usual annoying way, I mean his usual way of delivering a speech. First he'll speak a few lines, then a 5 second pause. Rinse and repeat. No wonder that our recess was normally short of 5, 10 minutes or that we completely skip the 4th period on Monday.

Anyways, we finished right in the middle: 9th out of the total of 18 classes. Our dear form teacher wasn't too pleased, after all, it was considered a big shame for the 4th class to place 9th in the competition. On the plus side, we weren't among the classes which have less than 60 points. On the down side, I ended up being the trump card for the English essay writing competition. On the plus side again, I get to skip Kuk Fa's algebra lesson when I'm sitting down writing like a maniac in maniacal looking handwriting during the competition! On the down side again, that means I'll miss Momo's physics lesson. Rats. That'll mean I'll be short on a grand total of 2 lessons. Again, that'll mean all the talk about reflections and mirrors and so on will make even less sense then they do already.

Then there's the annual brutal advertising campaign by the drama club. This time they're trying to persuade us to join this camp during the school holidays. The name translates to "Demon Circus", or "Ghost Circus", or even "Demonic Circus", it all depends on how you translate the Chinese word "gui". Their advertising is quite brutal compared to the other clubs and societies, mainly because they have the manpower to do so, and second, they are part of the drama club after all, so they aren't afraid to "throw face".

Teachers' Day and Sports Day are coming up, though Teachers' Day is coming earlier than Sports Day. I'm not even sure which design our class is using for the class shirt. Which reminds me... I'm fed up with seeing hearts everywhere. If it wasn't for the fact that I knew that the classes are all named after some virtue or good quality, I would have wondered why didn't we call this class 2 Valentine, or 2 Heart instead of 2 Ai.

Time to raid the fridge. Bye for now.

I'm Not Going To Take This Lying Down

A few things I learned in school: half of the junior boys seem to have the mental capacity of 5 year olds and that most of them can make oddly high-pitched sounds/screams/mock screams. They also have a huge vocabulary when it comes to insulting/bullying/cursing people. And you can totally forget about them being absolute gentlemen as half their bullying targets are girls.

Take the 2 Stooges for example. I'm fed up with them cursing me as "si wai yeh", which translates to something like "dead disgusting thing" if you were to do a literal translation. Hello people, I'm perfectly alive and I still need to eat, drink, breathe and answer nature's call. I am not, repeat, NOT, dead, so you can keep your stupid big mouths shut. And if people could actually control how they look, we won't need plastic surgeons. Don't have double eyelids? Just visualize yourself with them and poof, you've got double eyelids. Nose somehow got bashed into your head? No problem, just think of how you looked like when you still have it and there you go, your nose is back. Yeah right, if life was actually that simple.

The 2 Stooges also scream like a bunch of ninnies if I'm so much as 10 metres away from them. Keep screaming like that and you'd probably end up with a hoarse raspy voice. It's a wonder that their vices haven't turned into something like that yet. If it weren't for the fact that I'm not in the photography club and therefore cannot use the I-need-my-camera/videocam-for-club-activities excuse, I'd probably wouldn't be able to resist the urge to post a video of them running around screaming as if a pack of hyenas are going to eat them whenever I'm so much as 10 metres away from them. I am not infected with some disease that will make you drop dead the moment you're within 5 metres away from me, so there's no need to run away screaming like that. If I'm really infected with such a disease, everyone sitting around me in class would have been dead already.

There's a reason why the person in charge of taking whatever things we need for P.E. takes 2 bags of volleyballs marked with different numbers. The girls take the ones marked with "3" and the boys take the ones marked "1". Don't say that there isn't enough volleyballs and come snatching the ones we're using. There's 34 girls and 22 boys in class, so obviously we should be the ones complaining of a lack of volleyballs.

Don't shout and scream right into peoples ears, you'd probably make them suffer from a heart attack sooner or later. All that shouting won't do any wonders for their hearing too, so next time don't blame someone else when they won't respond to you, there's always the chance that they can't hear you or can't be bothered to answer you as they don't want to turn around only ti have a 100 decibel "BOO!" shouted down their ear.

You can change in the classroom in the presence of other girls but the moment I enter you'd say "yerh, si wai yeh came in, I don't want to change my pants here." Fine, dummies, if you don't like me to come in when you two are dressing, go to the toilets to change! There's no way I can enter the boys' toilets at all, so if you don't like me to come in when you're dressing, go to the toilets. You can change your P.E. shorts in there and whatever else you need to change. You can even do the waltz with your buddy in there and I won't give a damn about it.

So, 2 Stooges, if you somehow stumbled on my blog and can actually comprehend what I typed, congrats to you.

Steps To Have You Made An Outcast From The Art/Handicrafts Society

Step 1: You paint rather badly. By badly, I mean you can't get shading right, and often enough leave uneven patches on your handiwork.

Step 2: You have no idea how to do graffiti writing. Come on lah, I'm not your typical "artistic" girl who can do graffiti writing and other sorts of font, so don't blame me when you ask me to do graffiti writing and it came up looking like a ghost just grabbed a brush to and scribble. ("gui hua fu", you get it?)

Step 3: Often enough, you can't go out to buy materials, so you have to improvise by working with whatever junk you accumulated over the years that doesn't look too bad.

Step 4: You have what others consider a weird/lack of/twisted/maybe slightly warped sense of creativity/way of expressing yourself. Then again, I hate fancy decos, and I don't have the patience to sit down and work till the cows finally got shepherded home, so I don't stick erasers in the shape of cakes (CAKE! WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME I SAVOURED YOU?!?!) or twist glittery string round. And round. And round till I get fed up and cut the string to bits.

The poor bear clock was born due to the above steps. Bro said he looked creepy, thanks to those beads I stuck on to serve as pupils, and he refused to let me take those beads off. Might post his picture up if I can find my card reader.

Come to think of it, poor bear also looked quite plain and simple compared to the other girls' bears. Ah, blame your poor decorator then, bear. Just don't go and stomp on me in my dreams or something like that.

I'm Alive, Just Drained

This was how I felt once Momo was done talking about mirrors and reflections in Physics for 40 minutes. Man, all those lines and "qiao dian" drove me nuts.

And how's my new profile pic? I know that not many people read my blog, but hey, if you can, leave a comment!

Countdown For Freedom: 2 Days

There's still Physics, English, Science, Kemahiran Hidup and Sejarah before I can finally go on an eating spree. I'm just kidding about the eating spree, ok? Even I can't scarf down 10 pieces of apom at once.

So... math... there's geometry... and algebra...

The bright side: I managed to finish all the questions for geometry! Even if the answer for the last question struck me like a giant mallet during the last 5 minutes.

The down side: I'm fairly sure I only got 3 out of 6 questions correct.

The (slightly) bright side: Even if I fail geometry, I won't fail it too miserably! (Hopefully I can pass it or I'll probably hear a certain teacher at school ramble on. And on. And on.)

The down side: I couldn't figure out algebra...

History's history for now. Oh, maybe I shouldn't have put it like that, it sounds weird. Anyways, I shouldn't have focused too much on the Greeks and Romans: I couldn't remember some parts of the Renaissance. Bah. Blame those bishops and so on from centuries ago. If they didn't burn all those books which they deemed "insulting to the great creator" and so on then there probably wouldn't be any Renaissance. Oh well. If the many worlds theory is true, then there's probably a world where Martin Luther didn't create Lutherism because there was never a need to.

Chinese made me go "WTF? I memorized that much and all you came up with are those questions from only a few of those godforsaken passages???". I couldn't remember the translation for "Wu Yi Xiang"! And I forget half the translation for "Chu Sai"! And, and, why did I even bother with that American writer and a few more writers if all the questions were chosen from just a few of the passages we were told to study? Waste of memory space. Which I could have used for History.

Oh, it's time to worry about Chemistry and Physics. Bye for now!

Introducing...

One of the most annoying things ever invented by man (or at least I think it is), the metronome.

It's supposed to help pianists to maintain a certain speed and tempo, but as far as I'm concerned, all that loud metallic "ting!"s are a pain to the ears, and I can never keep track of 2 sounds at once, especially if one of the sounds is a never-ending stream of "ting!"s.

Plus, you have to wind it up by hand, like some clockwork alarm clock decades ago. I don't know about the newer models, but the ancient one I have (made of metal and plastic instead of wood like the one in the pic) requires you to do so. Bleh.

Well, there you have it.

Let's Go Knock Ourselves Out

I'm gonna be dead this week.

I've got History mini test (the Chinese one, not Sejarah, so it requires more memory space), P.E. test (involves getting the volleyball over the net) and homework.

Bah.

I don't think I have passed any one of my P.E. tests since I entered secondary school.

Then there's the class t-shirt. And class flag to wave around during sports day when you're yelling to your class to "add oil".

Just because we're in class 2 Ai ("Ai" as in the Chinese character for love) doesn't mean that every design that's put up for voting has to have a pink heart with angel wings/devil wings!

Class flag ah... no comment. I guess a weird looking meat bun on our flag looks better than the premade ones the school had in case we don't want to design it or when we somehow lost our giant flag.

And to think we're supposed to wear the t-shirt during sports day in July. In the middle of KL. In some random stadium or something where traffic is so bad that you'd be glad to even move 1 metre in a minute. At least that's what I remembered when I agreed to go with dad to pick bro up from the last sports day. And even then, sports day isn't held every year.

Prepare to die. From sports.

Why?...

Why is it that holidays seem to fly and school seems to drag?

Why is it that seem that time speeds up when you want it to slow down?

Why is it that time seems to stop when you want it to fly?

Why is it that when we're kids, we want to grow up quickly?

Why is it that when people grow up, they want to be kids again?

Why is it that homework must torture you?

Why are there always people who would insult/bully/curse/spread bad rumors about you even if you didn't do anything bad to them at all?

Why is it that people tend to avoid others who are different from them?

Why do parents and teachers place much emphasis on school results and exams?

Why are there so many exams to take?

Why is it that when some people can't string a sentence together, others can continue on like a debater?

Why is it that no matter how good you are in a certain area, you never think it's good enough?

Why is it that no matter how much you try, some things would still remain elusive?

......

Sometimes, I wish I know the answers...

La Li Lu Le Lo

Poof. I'm here. And I'm certainly NOT dead.

Exams all through this week huh... I breezed through Sejarah and Geografi, forgot a few answers for Chinese and managed to actually answer 4 out of 5 algebra test questions. Still got Geometry to go though. Bah.

Anyways, it's nearly Chinese New Year! This means COOKIES! I rarely get to eat that stuff except during CNY.

The ups about CNY:

1. Ang pow money (oh yeah)
2. Reunion dinner (eat all you can before the others can take your share)
3. Sparklers and rockets! (Don't have Joey around)
4. Fireworks... Pretty... Sparkly...

The downs:
1. It's a squash at the table. Doesn't help that Ah Yew and Joey are increasing in girth.
2. Ah Ma being cranky. She wasn't cranky 3 years ago.
3. Aunty comparing my chest with Joey's. There's no need to, it's obvious that Joey's chest is bigger than mine by at least 2 times.
4. Joey and Ah Yew act like little fat roly-poly spoiled brats. And they're only a year younger than me, not 6.
5. Everyone targets my phone/Game Boy Color. Didn't you all bring your own entertainment? I get fed up just reading comics that I've already read a bazillion times.

Ah well. Happy Chinese New Year!

CNY Funfair

Yesterday was the school's CNY funfair. Because of that, school ended at 12, not 3. After all, most stalls would have sold out by 11.

Anyway, there was plenty of stuff, including performances, bags, plushies and food. My long xu tang... why do you have to sell out so fast? D: I waited 1 hour just to buy you! T.T

Oh well. At least the pomelo tea was great.

Oh... and there's this bunch of people attempting to get customers to buy their bags. It didn't work too well in attracting customers though.

Behold my sucky video-capturing skills with my cellphone. At least it seemed hilarious. Until the novelty wore off that is: they marched round the whole funfair site in a conga line while chanting "小bag, 小bag, 15块! 15块! 大bag, 大bag, 20块! 20块!

Performances! No pics: the discipline teacher and prefects were skulking round too much. Doesn't help that a few students in the class next to ours decided to barricade themselves into their classroom: the discipline teacher ended up attempting to break down the door.

The performances were... not too spectacular, especially the 'che ling': one guy messed up too many times. And there's the wushu. The first part was boring, as all they seemed to be doing is doing taichi moves at taichi speed. The second part features them waving bamboo poles like madmen. The only thing to make up for it was the final part with the sword. The Chinese orchestra was okay, except that they picked rather simple songs. The recreational society's 'Da Tou Wa Wa' performance takes the cake though. Strike that. The 'Shi Tou Wu Tuan' (directly translating, it means 'Stone Dance Group'. Who thought of that name anyway?) takes the cake.

Enough of 'cake'. It's time to get some real cake.

Why? WHY? WWWHHHYYY???

WWWWWWWWHHHHHHHHHHHHHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY???????????????????

All that ink used to print those stupid e-class assignments, all the time I spent on trying to solve those algebra questions. Wasted!

WWWWWWWWWWAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSTTTTTTTEEEEEEEEDDDDDDDDDD!!!!!!!!!!

THE SCHOOL IS CRAZY!

*rips paper*
*tears paper*
*shreds paper*
*flushes paper down toilet*
*makes paper airplanes and crashes them*
*stomps on paper*
*stamps on paper*
*feeds paper to dog*

Huu. I feel better already.

Stuff Of A Week Jumbled In 1 Post

So, the second week of January's gone. Miss "Kuk Fa" is as successful as a geek at a rock concert. All she does is recite things straight off the textbook without explaining exactly why do we do it the A way and not the B way, which explains why we typically have like half a period left to do our homework after she's done explaining. It's a wonder how I managed to understand geometry. Algebra's an entirely different story. And Mr Momo is having... not much luck trying to stuff S.I units into our brains. He's blaming this on the fact that the school decided to have us learn Physics in form 2 instead of form 1 like the seniors. And since there's no need to change seats every week, I can finally for once leave those monstrously thick books in school.

Then there's the student IDs for the freshmen. Okay, the badges back then were just iron-ons, but starting from 2008, the badges are all stitched right onto your uniform (I "like" the idea of having to go back to school in the holidays just to get your uniform), with your student ID number stitched right above it. And they change the colour of the ID numbers every year. Those enrolled in 2008 have theirs in red, 2009 blue and this year's... a pain to the eyes: orange and yellow. Come on. Orange AND Yellow on a blue pinafore/white shirt?

As for clubs/societies, the handicrafts society is a ladies' world compared to IND club: it's the opposite of it, with only 3 boys. That's more pathetic than the number of girls in IND. IND was mainly boring anyway. Thanks to H1N1, no field trip. Boo.

Saturday was "fun", if you call doing Chinese calligraphy AND standing for 3x40 minutes for the "Kai Xue Dian Li" fun. The form 6 seniors have no need to leave their building and turn around in ridiculous fashion unlike us. All they did was stand outside of their classrooms. No fair. Ah well, at least I got a nice view of the 24 season drums' performance and didn't get showered in confetti.

Everything went as "smoothly" as the school wanted until Chieri fainted. And if you're guessing Chieri's Japanese, you guessed correctly... by 50%. Let's say that the seniors in charge of emergency rescue weren't too pleased about being yelled to "roll here" by Sheng Yang. And they had to use the acid bright orange stretchers. All the freshmen got badges. Woo. Last year I got a notebook with a weird looking drawing of a boy and girl holding hands during the ceremony. I never used it because the creepiness got to me.

Sports day and physical examintions and musicals and monthly tests at the end of the month... this is going to be one heck of a year... I did survive last year so I'm probably going to survive this year as well. Subjects I'm most likely going to fail include algebra, art and P.E. Well, let's hope.

Photos

Xiamen photos in no particular order as all the photos lost all sense of being arranged when I transferred them into the laptop. It took forever before the photos were transferred.

Hakka Dancers.

A creek?

Santas.

Quit obstructing my view, bro.

Lady and the egret. I have no idea how many times I shifted position just to take this.

What are you staring at?

"Yi Xian Tian". Literally, One Line Sky.

Dog stone?

Just to show you how dark it was in that "cave".

Wait a second, we're boarding these?

Mushroom.

Flowers.

Bro trying to blend in.

Gates are scary. Big mansions are even scarier.

Bridge.

Sculptures for some marathon.

*Strokes imaginary beard*

Sunset.

The sun again.

Peacock?

Volleyball in winter.

Wine made from ants. Perfect if you're trying to throw up.

Bronze scuplture of .... who?....

Woo... temple. I hate going up all those steps.

Somebody tried to outdo everybody by making his kite unique.

All I see is a formation of giant rocks, not a turtle.

Looking up the mountain.

Lanterns in a Hakka building.

Looking down a well.

Some century old Hakka mansion.

Rafts. Mum was paranoid about them sinking. I was more paranoid about my feet being frozen solid.

"Che Da Pao".