Dover
29 days since 2006 left. 26 days since i left spain. 25 days since school started. a month since I last blooged and i'm finally back. No, i wouldn't blame it on the taiwan earthquake coz i got rather perfect internet connection the moment i arrived home. Maybe the blogging bug is just starting to rub off or its just plain laziness.
In case you're still that blur, i am without doubt back in malaysia. the humid tropical country which is far cry from the spanish land i miss so much. for now, i'm gonna contain all my spanish craziness inside but it might probably come out one day which probably explains why i keep a copy of a madrid newspaper in my file. i was watching cheetah girls II with muah sis just now and it seriously reminded me of spain though it was in barcelona but not madrid.
i had intended to continue all my spanish antics back here but so far all have failed. No hola's while answering calls, no si's when talking and definitely not once have i said "vamos a comer" since i left madrid. 'Beso-ing' would be a straight no among my friends since i go to a school where sitting on another's lap would be deemed indecent. intregating siesta into the typical malaysian joe's life would be something only almighty god can succeed in.
those in 5L would certainly have heard james or wee lik loudly declaring "brandon can speak spanish" all friday, at least 5 times or so - i bothered to count. is it that great a fact assuming james probably speaks a even higher level of french. what do you expect after living in a country where hello's are as rare as bonjour's here. without knowing a single phrase, you might as well stay at home and sulk though with that amount of conversation making a new friend would be a tough one. i know you wouldn't be reading this but james, it would have been much more worthwhile if the situation had been something like "brandon can speak swahili !".
school so far has been ok. i have not reached the point where i would wanna commit suicide. form 5 now=spm year=last year in high school. pivotal point in one's life i must say. preparing for one very stressful year ahead but i just look forward to the end of it all. i realised i had actually missed my last ever 'first day of school' by extending my time in madrid by 3 days. was supposed to have left on dec 30 but left on 2 jan instead.
the new kapal korek aka. tin dredge building of our school is finally completed and actually ready for occupancy. at the pace it was going last year i never thought we would even have a single lesson there this year. needless to say there still is lots of work being done all around at this moment. the leadership camp which i wanted to but could not attend is currently being held in school. sobs. the new block looks nice from the inside but the reverse on the outside. the overall look of the school has changed a lot that i even kinda got lost on my first day.
now that our we have a new principal, there were bound to be some new ridiculous changes. the girls luckily need not wear pinafores as suggested last year but are now forced to wear camisoles instead. 3 layers of clothing will seriously be hot and stuffy. i shouldn't bother much being a guy but we don't have anything new besides the bloody school socks which i'm not buying and the new librarian attire ie. black shoes. before i forget, we're also supposed to risk our eyesight for the sake of the school's electricity bill. Not passing up your homework is also now known as a "perbuatan yang dikeji" meaning despised action by that goh nutcrack. i really miss the days of a.r. peter.
i have already commited the 'despised action' twice for bm that it has become mdm anelyza's deep sense of resentment against me. i'm lucky to actually have her since she has corrected so many of my flaws which i think vicky didn't even know exist before.. the teacher i regretted most getting was pearl moses. she taught me way back in form 3 and seemed to have something against me. she has gotten better so far so i don't think she hates me anymore. she even picked me and a few others to participate in the commonwealth essay competition. that would now leave mdm selva as the worst teacher i got. she is good when it comes to moral but she just sucks in sejarah. however, she is funny at times. can't believe her main subject is actually sejarah and not moral.
-adios y hasta luego-
*does everything look weird with all the non-capital letters ? *
In case you're still that blur, i am without doubt back in malaysia. the humid tropical country which is far cry from the spanish land i miss so much. for now, i'm gonna contain all my spanish craziness inside but it might probably come out one day which probably explains why i keep a copy of a madrid newspaper in my file. i was watching cheetah girls II with muah sis just now and it seriously reminded me of spain though it was in barcelona but not madrid.
i had intended to continue all my spanish antics back here but so far all have failed. No hola's while answering calls, no si's when talking and definitely not once have i said "vamos a comer" since i left madrid. 'Beso-ing' would be a straight no among my friends since i go to a school where sitting on another's lap would be deemed indecent. intregating siesta into the typical malaysian joe's life would be something only almighty god can succeed in.
those in 5L would certainly have heard james or wee lik loudly declaring "brandon can speak spanish" all friday, at least 5 times or so - i bothered to count. is it that great a fact assuming james probably speaks a even higher level of french. what do you expect after living in a country where hello's are as rare as bonjour's here. without knowing a single phrase, you might as well stay at home and sulk though with that amount of conversation making a new friend would be a tough one. i know you wouldn't be reading this but james, it would have been much more worthwhile if the situation had been something like "brandon can speak swahili !".
school so far has been ok. i have not reached the point where i would wanna commit suicide. form 5 now=spm year=last year in high school. pivotal point in one's life i must say. preparing for one very stressful year ahead but i just look forward to the end of it all. i realised i had actually missed my last ever 'first day of school' by extending my time in madrid by 3 days. was supposed to have left on dec 30 but left on 2 jan instead.
the new kapal korek aka. tin dredge building of our school is finally completed and actually ready for occupancy. at the pace it was going last year i never thought we would even have a single lesson there this year. needless to say there still is lots of work being done all around at this moment. the leadership camp which i wanted to but could not attend is currently being held in school. sobs. the new block looks nice from the inside but the reverse on the outside. the overall look of the school has changed a lot that i even kinda got lost on my first day.
now that our we have a new principal, there were bound to be some new ridiculous changes. the girls luckily need not wear pinafores as suggested last year but are now forced to wear camisoles instead. 3 layers of clothing will seriously be hot and stuffy. i shouldn't bother much being a guy but we don't have anything new besides the bloody school socks which i'm not buying and the new librarian attire ie. black shoes. before i forget, we're also supposed to risk our eyesight for the sake of the school's electricity bill. Not passing up your homework is also now known as a "perbuatan yang dikeji" meaning despised action by that goh nutcrack. i really miss the days of a.r. peter.
i have already commited the 'despised action' twice for bm that it has become mdm anelyza's deep sense of resentment against me. i'm lucky to actually have her since she has corrected so many of my flaws which i think vicky didn't even know exist before.. the teacher i regretted most getting was pearl moses. she taught me way back in form 3 and seemed to have something against me. she has gotten better so far so i don't think she hates me anymore. she even picked me and a few others to participate in the commonwealth essay competition. that would now leave mdm selva as the worst teacher i got. she is good when it comes to moral but she just sucks in sejarah. however, she is funny at times. can't believe her main subject is actually sejarah and not moral.
-adios y hasta luego-
*does everything look weird with all the non-capital letters ? *
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