Chinese New Year

Hi. I'm back. After nearly two weeks of not posting anything, I'm finally back. Well, what should I say? Oh yeah, Happy Chinese New Year to all of those people celebrating Chinese New Year, myself included, I wish that you all have loads of overflowing angpows in your pockets during the whole week while I rot in my room studying for my exams on February 14, the worst day on Earth (And it's a Saturday, too). I'm beginning to hate my school, one of the reasons was stated in the last sentence, another is because of our crazy new principal, who actually wants our band practice with a teacher around! WTF?! There has never been any problems happening in school band practices, and suddenly the &$%#@ headmaster starts saying that there must be a teacher for any practices to avoid any unecessary accidents that "may" occur. So now, we can't really parctice because my music teacher won't really want to stay back. This sucks.

15

I'm fifteen today. Yay! I'm sooo happy.... Nobody seems to remeber it though. Anyway, I don't care. It's not like a big deal or anything. So, all I want to say is I'm fifteen. Offically 15.

Back to School

Wow, this is a real crazy year. 2009 proved to be a roller-coaster ride in just 2 days of school. On the first day of school, I was surprised that Mr. Wong, the extremely strict Chinese teacher with a few strands of hair left clinging on his head was supposed to teach us Kemahiran Hidup. Damn, I thought, It's gonna be a nightmare. He started the class by saying that last year, he taught 17 boys from a good class and every one of them got an A for KH. So he expects the same from us. I have to admit, Mr. Wong is a pretty good teacher even though he's freakin' strict. On the first day, he asked us to line up beside the KH room, the latecomers were threatened with a hammer. "Do you want to see a flying saucer?" he pointed the hammer and waved at my classmates, thank God I was "punctual" on that day, arriving 10 minutes late compared the others, they took 15. Our first homework, was to copy the "Arahan Keselamatan di Bengkel", which consisted of 38 rules. He then asked us to memorise each of them, just like the class before us. He said in PMR, there will be at least one question on these rules. We were given 2 days to memorise it. Ermm... is this hard or what? I mean, 38 rules that are common sense, like "Memakai baju lengan pendek semasa kerja amali" and "Gunakan pemadam api untuk memadam api". It makes you think, what kind of sh*t are we learning? And the deadline's tomorrow. I'm dead meat. Mr. Wong's cane is sooo waiting for me. 

On the bright side, I was elected as AJK Muzik for this year. That means I need to ask teacher where our class will be held every few days, help her collect the workbooks from students, help her collect the music fees, rub shoulders with the AJKs from the other forms. This year gonna be busy for me. Feel like cursing.