The Star

try and guess which one is me.

Ya I know this is quite an old news but I'm still writing it anyway.

My class was randomly selected to assist in The Star promotion (as in page N16 on February 21, 2011). The entire class went delirious with joy, pumping by the urge to appear in the newspaper, and eagerly asked to assist, and it made the teacher's job so much easier.

25 students were selected, but if you include the interlopers, the number exceeded 25. 25+ of us were then divided into two groups, with one appeared to be the principal group and the latter one just a small, unimportant group. I'm in the second group.

The first group was the one which appeared in the newspaper. You think they looked genuinely reading the newspaper right? You're right. The paper which were given to us had only one page printed, the other page was blank. So we were basically reading nothing and were just posing various laughs that were fake. So the picture of us reading was actually bogus and deceiving.

But, what the heck, who cares? Do you bother what are the pictures about? The article is by far more capturing.

Anyway, the second group, which the one I'm in, was brought to another location for photographing session. I found it to be a little bit ignominious because we were doing it publicly, many were staring from us, from the corridors to the chemistry lab on the fourth floor.

But then we went back to bilik persidangan for interviews. They asked different questions to different people. All members of the subgroup were given some random questions (which, I think the questions came out impromptu) and I answered all of them. I knew my answers were feeble.

When he threw me the questions I was momentarily stunned and I stayed pensive, trying to formulate some answers for the questions. Some of my answers were spurious and some points were superfluous and some redundant. But I didn't care much.

And that's why my interview was not published!

Stress

I'm under the weather again, but luckily the ailness I'm having isn't debilitating. Runny nose is way too common an illness, and it isn't that agonising - if you ignore the few minutes of near suffocation before you sleep - and the frequent flow of mucus in the nose is bearable.

I'm under stress recently. 24 hours a day is, for the first time in my life, scarce. Nearly 7 hours are spent in school, and 8 hours sleeping, 2 hours of siesta and the rest, either surfing the net or completing homework.

I've got no time studying.

Besides, tons of job are given to me. To publish a graduation magazine needs a lot of effort, and it's incumbent upon me to type nearly 50% of what's in the magazine. And to save budgets, I'm required to type more than what I should, making my job so much taxing, making my life so much miserable.

And, as the assistant monitor of form 5 classes, more jobs have to be done. The unrelenting stress is unprecendented to me and my mind has nigh gone haywire.

Anyway, my class test 1 result will be terrible. I guess I've got to learn to spend my time wisely this year.

Sad~~

Ridiculous School Rule

I can't take this anymore. I have to express my opinions.

I'm not going to hide my identity or what, I'm not afraid if the school finds out who I am. I have my right to voice out and complain about things I consider inappropriate and if actions are taken on me, the school is obviously afraid of challenges from students, making them a group of wuss.

Here's what: SMJK Jit Sin is forcing all boys to have crew cut. This is simply ridiculous.

I do not know who brought this idea up and I certainly do not know who approved it. They said the school and the PIBG members were in simpetico, and I don't buy that. One of them must have agreed reluctantly simply because he or she was afraid of another party.

There's no official rule that says boys must have crew cut. The school decides to implement it and they tell no reason. The only reason that has been said is : crew cut makes a boy more discipline - and this is not announced by the school.

If that's the case, I'll say the prison is the safest place in the world.

Don't be silly. How does crew cut make boys more discipline? What rubbish is this?

Students are feeling an undercurrent of anger owing to your nonsensical reason and your preposterous rule. Even girls are incandescent with rage, not to mention parents who are already fuming about the stupid school rule.

You want proves? Speak out and thousands of students will show it to you.

Now many of us are angry and decide to rebel. I'm sure you find this a menace. I don't care. Though I'm used to have crew cut, I'm still supporting them spiritually. This is not about the school rule or the hair, this is about the absurd school rule which is made without any proper reasons.

And we, students, suffer.

For what do you make this rule? You never say. Like I mentioned above, if you think this makes a boy looks more discipline, it's just a figment of your imagination and it'll bring no good result.

And if you have the perception that Jit Sin students will follow your rules because we are better students than other schools, I think you should be warned that we are also more awared of our rights and we have the guts to rebel too.

I don't find rebelling necessary because it will not result in anything good. But I want to tell you, your rule is nonsensical, and many people hate you. I think you already know this.

And if students do not want to cut their hair, what will you do? Cut our hair by yourself? Why do you want to drop your dignity to become a barber?

We come to school to study. We are fine with rules that say we must not keep long hair, but crew cut is too much. We want to study, we do not want to come to your school and heed your preposterous demand.

I'm pretty sure you'll not back down and give in any time soon. But I guarantee you'll receive complaints sooner or later, because thousands of people are angry and I do not know what they'll do. Students might not cross the line, but parents do. And I'm not exaggerating, parents are angry.

Your ridiculous school rule is by far the worst school rule ever make. And the most stupid one too.

New Biology Teacher Next Week

So Najwa has taken cuti panjang, I guess she has gone to the hospital and ready to deliver her precious baby that constantly kicked her virtually everyday and made her always absent to school, I don't mind. The fact the she is not teaching us temporarily is a brighter news than she will be awarded a baby that is due to give birth within these 2 months. Of course, if we'll be given a new teacher until SPM is over, the entire class will be delirious with joy, overwhelmed with enthusiasm.

Our new teacher will enter the class beginning next week. Her identity is yet to be known and the teacher with the biggest possibility to teach us will be WWS. She sucks at teaching, but I highly doubt she sucks worse than Najwa. Anyway, we are still waiting for the teacher.

Many of us want CSB to be our temporary teacher, but some students who are driven by avarice want her to teach us for the rest of the year. I can't blame them. The way they teach is different and the standard is a humungous gap. The gap between CSB and Najwa is like the distance between the sky and the terra firma....no, the distance between heaven and hell - infinity.

I realise I've been constantly patronised my biology teacher, but I have to say the truth: she learns more from us than what should be the other way round - we learn more from the teacher.

Language

What makes an essay impressive? The overloaded bombastic words, the banal points or the fluency. I say none.

I say what makes an essay impressive depends on how the person delivers in. If you write an essay with lots of bombastic words (for example, David's), it makes the essay dull. Try this sentence:

That misanthropic, bulbous and always-pontificating brat always talks dogmatically and often surreptitiously slates someone which perforce him to be dreadfully despised by lots of people, both in the world of pedagogy and socialogy, especially after a clairvoyant has a premonition that he'll receive his comeuppance eventually.

Is it nice? It's loaded with bombastic words, either used correctly and wrongly. (I'm not referring to the annoying bastard, he's worse). Try this sentence now:

That misanthropic, fat and always thinks himself as a always-correct annoying boy always refuses to listen to other people's opinions and often criticises someone which therefore causes him to be extremely hated by lots of people, both in the world of education and social, especially after a clairvoyant has foreseen his future and says he'll be paid for what he has done, which many believe is what will happen and what should be happened.

Which one is better? The formal or the latter? You make the choice. I'll choose the latter.

Chinese New Year Celebration, Part 1

This topic is going to be separated into a few parts, so I'll start with the first.

The first reunion dinner was on the first day of Chinese New Year. My father brought us to my uncle's house and he chatted with his brother about things while my mother, my sister and I were bingeing on cookies, deliciously made by my aunty who had a flair for baking. She baked the world's most delicious chocolate cake (my favourite) and many other kinds of cookies that are nearly impossible to find in the supermarkets, simply because they are unique as she had her own secret recipe.

So, first, we chatted. My cousins weren't very open to topics and since we had a little trouble communicating (they prefer speaking English, while I tend to speak Chinese. But the problem isn't bothering much as all of us were multilingual).

Then later we had our reunion dinner and my father's long lost adopted sister, who was reunited after my grandmother died - apparently, she was the cause they disunited at the first place - joined us for the dinner, together with her irritating and extremely disturbing husband who loved to think he was always right and his opinions shouldn't be judged. His dogmatic points exasperated my father and my uncle. It annoyed me a little, but not to the extent I cursed him inwardly. His mindset was screamingly old-fashioned, and he, liked what my uncle said, would dominate the conversation.

Sorry. I got carried away again.





Later, we went to a restaurant and had dinner there. The dinner was great - if you ignore the price, of course - and the drink satisfying. The restaurant was full with people taking reunion dinner, making the surroundingly exceedingly noisy.

After the dinner we went back to my uncle's house and had desserts there. The cookies, as I mentioned earlier, were mouth-watering. I took a lot, and my cousin who looked emaciated kept on bingeing. The fact that he could eat so much and yet did not put on weight really bothered me.

As for angpaus, well, it went straight to the bank, thanks to my parents.

End of first reunion dinner.

Happy Chinese New Year!

Finally. Today is the day we've been waiting for - Chinese New Year!!

I'm sure many of you are bingeing on cookies and chowing down oranges. I'm no exception. Ya these food are fattening and detrimental to health, but it can only be found during Chinese New Year. Let's treasure what can only be found annually!

Have you got angpaus? I've. So far I've got only 3 angpaus, but the value is....wow!

Anyway, today marks the day we shred the old chinese calender. The replacement of the new calender signifies a new year, which many perceive as a new life coming. Wishes were made, and my wish: I hope everyone prospires this year and get 10A+ in SPM (and to get 10A+, change biology and chemistry teacher!). Stay healthy and be strong!

Happy Chinese New Year 2011!

The Third War?

See if you can understand what I'm writing:

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DETONATION OF BOMBS - THE THIRD WAR?

BUKIT MERTAJAM, Thu. - Few tamans in the vicinity of Bukit Mertajam were cordoned off as what seems to be colourful bombs were detonated continuously for half an hour.

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The reports were made at 12.00am sharp, the beginning of Chinese New Year. Many residents reported noises of bombs and were panicked and quickly called the police for help, only to get disappointing answers as the police had no idea what transpired.

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Police rushed to the scenes and immediately and were thunderstruck by what they witnessed. The entire place was chaotic: bombs were detonating, fire gases were released, various kinds of hand grenades were thrown to the air, hitting electric wires and setting off fire.

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While the hand grenades exploded beautifully and colourfully, the police immediately had the entire place cordoned off and evacuated the residents, who were fleeing the scene like rabbit escaped from snakes.

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The so-called 'Third War' stopped 30 minutes later and the air there was immediately filled with stench. Roads were dirty and the air was foul.

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"We have no idea what caused this war to begin" said Mr. Ajam, a policeman. "The whole thing was crazy, it's like the third world war."

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The police have yet to confirm the cause and the people involved.