Friday, January 15, 2010

Post 170-something

School life is picking up momentum. Slowly, but surely. The lessons are starting, I'm getting used to my class and my teachers, and this week has been a great improvement from the first week.

Also, today I had a... well, interesting time teaching the kids at Pusat Bantuan Sentul(at the request of the Interact Club). It was definitely something new. It was pretty satisfying, actually, teaching and helping these small kids do their homework. They never stop smiling, these kids. Pure innocence.

Plus, all my kids actually remembered my names after the class! I thought that they'd all forgotten it, since they were all calling me Uncle, even though I told them my name at the start of class and told them to address me as so.

I'm glad we(Jia En, Li Yang, Zhi Pei, me) volunteered to take the job, anyway. I'll be glad to go again next week. It's something to look forward to in these early weeks.

Moving on.

I'm gonna pick up rock-climbing, I do believe. It's always quite an awesome experience.

I first went in December 2008 as my birthday celebration, with my best primary school friends. That was just a taster session at Camp 5, and I enjoyed it, but for some reason I never really pursued the sport afterwards.

My second time was in OBS, climbing real rock, but that was just a short wall, about ten metres or less, so that doesn't count as much. So, again, I didn't pursue it.

Then, quite recently, on the Monday of the last week of these past school holidays, my cousin Jun Kit invited me to come with him and his friend Justin. They were both pretty experienced climbers, and they go weekly to Camp 5. Unfortunately, that day I didn't have a guardian with me, so I couldn't go in as there was no one to sign my membership forms.

If you don't already know, Camp 5 is the big rock climbing facility on top of 1U. As the brochure proudly states, it is Asia's largest indoor climbing gym. It looks something like this.



Therefore, when Jeremy(Sze) told me that he was looking for some new activity to pick up, I suggested that we go rock-climbing. And go we did. Just earlier today. We took the beginner's course(it's called the basic wall course), so yeah. We got our rock education, and our certificates, so we're feeling pretty good about going more often. Considering, of course, our schoolwork permits us the time.

We'll see.

Anyhow, guess what's happening on January the 20th(Wednesday, after American Idol)?

I've mentioned it before. Advertised, some might even say. But now that it's happening right here in Malaysia, I would like to remind all of you, WATCH GLEE!

I hope that many of you saw the cover page of Friday's Star Two newspaper. It was Glee. And opening it up, there it is again. A two-page spread of Glee. Right now, I might sound like some geek(or Gleek, as they called it in the article) or TV addict or something undesirable like that, but honestly, Glee isn't just a TV series(and, you should believe that, because I don't usually watch TV).

Why do I say that? Because it isn't. You know what's great about the show? The music. The best part of Glee is the musical numbers that you can download, then listen to again and again after each episode. And in all the 12 episodes I've seen, not a single performance from McKinley High's Glee Club has disappointed me.

It doesn't matter if you're (insert name of your school principal), (insert name of the weirdest kid in your neighborhood), or (insert name of your best friend). Whoever you are, you will enjoy it. If you don't, you don't qualify as a person.

Satisfaction guaranteed, or money back.

*P.S. I hope you all don't mind reading posts without different colours, sizes, and Italics, because nowadays I'm just too lazy to bother.

Jun Shern out.

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Friday, January 8, 2010

From, For, Form, Four.

Fee-fi-fo-fum. A phrase made famous by the great giant in a famous story called Jack and The Beanstalk. You can't not have heard of it. But then again, many people nowadays have not heard of many things.
I have a young cousin about 7 years old who hasn't heard of Little Red Riding Hood, and his little brother doesn't know there used to be a show called "Teletubbies".

So anyways, fee-fi-fo-fum. It's actually part of a poem, which goes:

Fee-fi-fo-fum,
I smell the blood of an Englishman,
Be he alive, or be he dead
I'll have his bones to grind my bread.

This doesn't really matter, by the way. I just thought that I'd add in some extra-curricular information before I go into all the intra-curricular subjects I'm about to talk about.

Namely, school. Which is completely different this year. As you may recall, school last year ended on a exuberantly high note, so much that last Sunday, I was really looking forward to coming back to school.

Unfortunately, they've shuffled us so thoroughly into new classes, every waking hour in school is spent in boredom. Thus the term "waking hour". I spend most of my free time in school sleeping, seeing as class is so quiet and I've got no one to really talk to.

It's not that the people in class are all bores, actually. They're all pretty nice people, whom I do know, and I did speak to them even last year when we were all in different classes, but I'm not close to them enough to have any conversations not concerning teachers and schoolwork.

And there isn't anyone present to fool around with.

Last year, in W, whenever I was bored(which didn't happen so often, sitting next to Li Yang), I could easily find my way to the back of class where Tzer Chyuan, Jia En, JPJ, and Victor would be guffawing loudly while doing stupid but hilarious things, and I would join them and enjoy being an idiot.

Okay, enough. I don't like to vent in my blog, really. I mean. Nobody likes to read about the life of an emo, self-pitying freak who's always whining about how the grass on the other side is greener. Well, there's no such thing.

The only thing close to the truth with similar meaning is "the glass on the other side is cleaner". It's the lala version of the proverb. With all the r's and l's interchanged. Haha! I mean no offence, by the way. However, this version has exactly the same meaning as the first, so I don't know what I mean when I say that's it's closer to the truth.

I'm just typing, you know. Letting my fingers do the job. Typing freely and without care. Just like a bird. A computer-bird. With no brain. A bird-brain. A computer-bird with a bird-brain. I eat like a bird. I remember something about eating like a bird coming out in our English exam some time ago. At the time, I was confused about whether eating like a bird meant that a person eats very little, or whether it meant that the person is a very picky eater.

Hmm. Even now I don't know the answer. Wait, I'll go find out.

eat like a bird
Fig. to eat only small amounts of food; to peck at one's food. Jane is very slim because she eats like a bird. Bill is trying to lose weight by eating like a bird.

There you go. So yeah. I'll leave you now to enjoy the rest of your day, while I go do my homework. Sigh.

Jun Shern out.

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