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".

Survival

So... the first week of school's gone...

The textbooks were a pain to carry back: they're all so heavy my arms wouldn't stop shaking 10 minutes after I put the books down.

I ended up having the same teachers for art and P.E. Then there's Mr Momo or Maomao(those are just nicknames given to him by students , and somehow he accepts them) for physics. And my maths teacher whom bro calls "Kuk Fa" or chrysanthemum, because of the pronunciation of her surname. According to bro, Miss "Kuk Fa" isn't too good a teacher. In a way, she is: she fails to grab our attention long enough.

I seem to have lost all idea on how to "dig" a volleyball, as well as all ability of speaking Malay. Oh well...

Then there's the "No Plastic Bags and Polystyrene" program launched this week at the canteen, and then they decided to station a few prefects right by a few big bins used to dump dirty plates and cutlery just to help everyone figure which plate goes to which bin. Wow. The most exciting time of your prefect career: when you have to help people by saying which plate/bowl goes to which bin for the whole of recess while trying not to look inside the bins.

If I'm correct, next Saturday's the CNY school festival. Prepare for plushies and overpriced food and stampeding crowds.

Self Challenge For The Year

Well, I don't really know. As a few of my friends know, all I own is a Game Boy Color "inherited" from my brother. So, how about accumulating enough money from my weekly allowance (my allowance is mainly used to buy lunch, the odd exercise book or snack, and whatever essentials I need for the week) to get a PSP?

...

That's considered rather "ambitious".

Then what about another self challenge instead of the one above?

How about getting revenge?

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That's not nice.

...

Well, it is.

...

This is ridiculous. I'm talking to myself again.

...Took you long enough to realise.

Wait a sec, I thought this post is supposed to be about me setting a challenge for myself during the year, not about me talking/typing to myself!

Anyways I've decided: this year's challenge would be to improve my ridiculously poor fitness level!

That's still ambitious. And I doubt I'd keep it.

Happy Back to School to everyone!

*I hate school*

^ ^
(T.T)
(> <)

Sad bunny is sad.

For pity's sake end the frickin post already!

Fine, fine...

Another challenge: stop talking to myself.

New Beginnings

Well, tomorrow's the start of a new school year. Who thought of starting something called a school anyway? Sheesh.

Anyway, the next few days would probably be spent goofing off, as per "school tradition": getting our textbooks, making paper planes from pages of exercise book, introductions (I remember somebody going: "Today, my speech is: I forgot my lines, thank you all." in Chinese), and generally causing almost as much chaos as a hurricane. I wonder if you can borrow books on your first day back? I'm sick of having to read very poorly written stories with Mary Sue/Gary Stu insertions and stories which are abandoned on Fictionpress. If you're going to abandon a story at least tell the readers who're expecting more chapters.

Lunches... at least my lunch time would be at a normal time instead of at 2 or 3 p.m., or even 4 p.m. But then that would mean back to having to eat hor fun/ hot dogs/ sandwiches at least 3 times a week thanks to coming late.

I really hope that the bus uncle would be punctual this time: I don't want to stand in the heat for more than an hour with a bunch of irritable Form 3 boys who make up weird stories on why the bus uncle was late, ranging from him being bitten by a werewolf to him raping someone to get rid of the extreme boredom of waiting. That's the bad thing about being near the equator: It's frickin hot. By hot, I mean temperature hot, not sexy hot.

Let's hope that the 4 leaf clover I found actually gives me good luck for this year. And to everyone who bothered to read this far.