5 days to Christmas, 16 days till School Re-opens....

Holidays.. They seem to get better and better for me. But there's only one thing stopping me and it down, time...of course.
Well, I had one heck' of a year in school. And that's the end of this year's career as a standard 5 student. Now, I had just to see what obstacle lies ahead of me next year. 11 days left. We are all counting for that day. And my other friends had enjoyed this year and what's of holiday has to offer much. School is going to re-open, and Christmas is arriving.. If your in Europe, throwing snowballs..We students in Malaysia, however, are throwing books all around.
I wonder that if this Christmas, Santa Claus would give me 3 wishes, I would gladly spend them all. Maybe: 1) Get a Lifetime's Supply of Books.. 2) A Magical Pen which enhances everything! From drawing to writing.... 3) A Lucky Charm.. Maybe this may help you ace your UPSRs (tests..) with ease.

A person like me, typically do not like to go to school & I am the kind of person who opens a present to find out what's inside and not guess. That's right, I envy curiosity. I do not like to be guided and lead-over by, I want to lead. And for studies & information and stuff... I would rather buy books to enrich my mind with knowledge. My occupation of choice would be a self-impressionist, a successful perfectionist, a creative person: more likely to be a chef or an artist.

Christmas
Christmas, ah.. one of the many festivals that is familiar and most celebrated day in the world. My family doesn't actually celebrate it but believe me, I celebrate it.. Not with festive decorations, out of the world Santa costumes, expensive and luxurious presents but with a warm Christmas dinner plus with some classic Christmas songs together with some euro-dance music. What can be better than that?

Holidays, Enjoy them while you can.
Wishing everyone a very Merry Christmas & a wonderful New Year.
Sp out,
Eating Bacon..

moments that i am going to add some words

i am going to add some words right here, right now:

first off, i wanted to say congrats to mr. barack obama for winning the presidential election & debate against mr.mccain. for some of you out there, it is true that some may like obama and some might like mccain. all we wanted to know that whether these puny politicians (oops, i mentioned 'puny') will be doing something or just sitting in their white house (or perhaps the black house if obama s' around) and doing nothing. that's for sure, aaron over here said that if there were some truth related to sarah palin's speech. we might probably say that mr.obama is a terrorist! yeah, change it from barack obama into 'baraka osama'. who knew that it might someday be true and by that time, we are all thanksgiving turkeys, wasting our time to vote. but i really, really.. hope that all things turn well. maybe raja petra can talk this out and whoa.. out of context.... kk, no more time for nonsense speech.


sp's out,
he is waiting for ambulance

THE holidays had finally arrived!

Thank god, I could finally escape from school in these few weeks (7 weeks approx.), go home, hit the air-conditioners and...relax!
But the worst part of the year-end holidays for standard 5 students is filled with pressure due to the massive-loads of homework given. Hard to say, next year we are standard 6 students. I couldn't possibly believe that in just a blink of an eye, your UPSR would be so damn close... in just less than 10 months, i am going to be a graduate. And that sucks, because going through your last year in school is somehow sad, because you lost a few friends whom may have gone to other schools and your best-buds as well.

Back to homeworks in the holidays: Homeworks to me are just like an unbreakable barrier .(because i had to depend on my feelings, if they are just neutral, i would do it ; instead, if my feelings turn wrong, i am severely-reluctant to doing these stuff) And of course, if you had read my blog before, you knew i had always liked to insert some real-life scenerios that happened (to me, obviously): One day, you were enjoying a nice summer holiday in a town together with your family. You guys had fun, scrumptious foods and 'deadly' desserts, and suddenly, your mobile phone rang the song of christmas. You picked it up 40 seconds later after you came out from the hotel sauna, and you were excited--.. the caller was your friend. Both of you had a nice talk and really enjoyed it until your friend had mentioned about homework and that he/she had finished it. You opened your mouth wide and gasped, re-calling that there's only a few days before school re-opens and you had never even touched your truckload of homework (which apparently, is at home..). If i were you, I would had already dessert (not food, gosh) my family in wonderland and zoom back home with a jeep if it takes to finish my homework. And when the school re-opens, you are carrying a heavy bag filled with benevolent books and on your face lurks a darkened-lazy gesture. Just at moment of time, your language teacher stalks into the classroom silently and yelled out that each student must pass-up their holiday homework. Disaster strucks! You had a few pages of homework left and because you fell-asleep while doing it last night, you 'last-minutely' finished your excericse books in that drawer of yours. And to make things worst, your teacher had already knew that you had not finished and passed up your holiday assignments and project. Well, that's the-end and a blacklist for you.

The reasons of why I wouldn't want to be a Senior Student next year is just that. In other terms, homework might seem terrible but way, your in the holiday season (homework season, jane describes) is still great, enjoy most of the time and finally, a reminder: do not forget to do your assignments, they are VERY IMPORTANT (if you wanted to get blacklisted, then just sleep through the whole winter holidays, homework turns into-nothing-ness!).



From your school pal,
Sp

Chp6: Preposterous Principals, Silly Secetaries and Tantrum-ed' Teachers pt3

Chp6:part 3-Preposterous Pr..

Simplified Introduction
I decided this post would be the conclusion of my chapter this time because i was squeezing my brain so hard for the next chapter 7. So, happy reading!

Principals, Secretaries and Teachers, you have already been to their coffee-polluted office and now it's time to ride a train (if there were any in your school)across the final few places in this school. First stop, the school hall. Everyday and every morning, we are always notified to stay there in the hall for some couple of minutes. In the morning, we go there for some silly warm-ups ; Whilst after recess(10 am), we go there for silly sit-downs. And ever since the old 'haggis' principal announced that there will be a night 'party' or some sort of major function during this Saturday night and everything had went 'John Travolta' plus almost everyone in the class had been wiped out' sadly because they participated in these "low-budget" events. Speaking of that sat. night, the worst part is that admittance is through tickets. And believe it or not, they cost RM20 for the 'lamest' blue ticket which only can allow you to sit and back-most seat. As for RM 300-500, I think that they will give you a V.I.P. seat and also a chance to cut the 'ribbons' (you know? silly bonfetti ribbons attached to a balloon and those guys hand you the 'scissors of glory'? ah..nevermind!). And the most expensive part of this event is that when someone (no more 7 i suppose) who donates more than RM1000-2000 (estimated amount, i never really cared about the price, but everyone knows it's a real pain in the pockets of yours!) will stand a chance to... sound the rusty old gong. If that was boring to you, let's skip into the band room and some of the dusty art,living rooms..etc. The band room, every student's worst nightmare (if you knew not to play your musical instruments)and mine of course. Here you will experience severe toturing(if that were true) and scolding from the band instructor which really WILL make you deaf.And his name, Mr. Lee (not that tough-deputy, ahem.). Enough talking about non-functionable tubas and saxophones, we jump forth to some of the remainding rooms where we will be able to end this chapter (once and for all.. *sigh*). Living rooms, Art & Speech and Drama room, that place is where a friend of mine, Nicholas got 'locked up' in by his speech and drama 'queen' (teacher). Practicing there wasn't fun either because that enviroment is NASTY! And the Art room, where Da Vinci paints his 'smoky' drawings and famous Mona 'Krissa' paints. (Sarcasm, that wasn't true)Ok, that art room was seriously full of 'lame' drawings which are nothing compared to Aarons'. But hey, I had only been there once and perhaps forgotten to proceed to see much more fascinating paintings. As for the remainding parts, you will see (artificial) body parts used to demonstrating horrible science.

Finally, I am very exhausted in typing these 3 parts and thanks to you, please excuse me, as I had to rest on my cosy bed and just say ta-da (if I were supposed to).
Read on for the next coming chapters: CrAzY ClAsSrOoMs!!!

Chp6: Preposterous Principals, Silly Secetaries and Tantrum-ed' Teachers pt2

Wowsers, i am back!
CHP 6: PREPOSTEROUS PRINCIPALS...ETC PT 2

So, i am now back at my desktop typing here. And where was i the last time we left off? Oh yeah, government subsidies. The Ministry of Education supports schools with approximately $10,000-20,000 per month(depends on what school is that, except for private schools). Ok, with $10,000/20,000 in the pocket and funds required per month .. Let's just say it's more than enough because usually here, our government helps schools to pay teachers. And best thing for them to be 'teachers' is because they get 'free' off medical charges and other supplementary equipments and tools just free from government facilities. But as for disadvantages, you always had to vote for BN. Ok, with principal and PIBG nonsense talked with, let's turn into the discipline and subject/class teachers. Let's see:

'Heroes' of the School (i dont expect a teacher to be a hero, unless that teacher is real good)
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Schools. You always know when therer are schools and tuition centres in this world, there is always a teacher. And to decide which one is good 'teacher' & which ones the bad 'teacher' (school version of good cop, bad cop). There was a 'legendary' discipline teacher in this school for 10 years until he was informed by the Ministry to work for their departments. By then, let's unveil his treacherous journeys: Mr Lee Zhi Hui is a teacher when he first got hired to this school by the former ex-principal and apparently his application was accepted. And here goes the bad part: Lee Zhi Hui was working his way in this school and unfortunately, he receives a call from the principal (former ok?) and thus granting him an up-rank which results him becoming our school's discipline teacher. Until this year, he has been a really-bad man, as proclaimed by our fellow students. And of when he became discipline teacher? That I wouldn't know so well because i wasn't at this school until 2004. But ok, his record included many bustings and whackings. And it was luck that he was hired now as vice-secetary of the school (phew,no more spankings for the meantime..). Until..~! His wife came by. Mrs. Lee, that's all we knew, became a 'queenpin' of the school. And now that Lee has retired his work as a secetary and onto becoming a successful (nope!!) deputee member of the M.o.E, Mr.Feng took his position into advancing to discipline teacher duty. Oh, i left out something about Mrs. Lee aka. Queen Kong. She and her son were the both bosses' of the school canteen (judging by her enormous body size and fat contained it). They would 'bully' students and 'force' them to eat somewhere else. When the principal mentioned that the school canteen is for public, fat luck, Queen Kong has kicked you out of your space and just barged in, whilst enjoying her 'lemak' soup. I had *also remembered that Mr.Feng (disciplinery teacher, ring a bell?) had said that if someone wanted to purchase food and drinks from the canteen, they had to line up. Not aware of the rules, Mrs. Lee and her son cuts queue and that 'primitive' act disgusts us all. Moral of the story today, discipline teachers and other 'bossy teachers' aren't friendly at all.

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Ok, i guessed that's all 40 minute blogging for me, time to publish this piece of hard-work.
Here ends the "Heroes of the School" paragraph, and a break for me to continue this chapter tommorrow.
STAY TUNED.

Sp off,
Tommorrow we meet again.

Chp6: Preposterous Principals, Silly Secetaries and Tantrum-ed' Teachers pt1.

chp6: preposterous principals, etc..
basic 'tools of trade' before heading into the teachers' quarters..
introduction: Imagine your now wearing your sweat soaked shoes and with your stinky clothes. You approached to the headquarters cautiously, avoiding the teacher to 'detect' you. Ok, boom~! Our teachers in this school are all about hygiene. But once they talk about hygiene and of their clean hands and hair, i am going to puke! And according to the thick book of boring' Student's ED rules book, you do accordingly to what it says, and there is proof: Each and every student must take care of one-self's hygiene (including clothes, shoes, hair, ties and also your nails). But as if i cared for that MUCH!! I myself talk hygiene and i really respect it, what makes me puke in that punchline before these long (b-boring) sentences is that the school doesn't really look 'hygenic' after all. I had still remember that day we band members went to SJK(C) Choong Wen and it looks far-more 'funded' and 'sophisticated' than our 100-year old school. And because that this introduction of mine was too long, i decided to chop it up:

Terrible funding business, the true and awful story of Chinese Schools in M'sia:
In Malaysia, we yellow-skinned people (chinese, and you'll know it)study in schools (dumb fact right?). But it's an eye opener (i.e: It's a fact that..)that our school principals and teachers plus some of the 'obese' guys and 'powerful' chairnen and members that always force us to donate loads of money per year. You see, we enroll in chinese schools, it's cheap, i know. But what costs the most in all of them will always be the funds and donations you had to give almost 'every' month! Think of a picture alright : If I had donated $100. And there are 1100+ students in this school. Take note that if $100 were the average number of money donated per student, how rich the PIBGs and CEOs in our school would be. Swimming in the sea of money. But here goes my suggestion: I am very curious of where the other bits of those money we donated went. And according to my 'short-term-ed' research I made for some few weeks, I had found out that they were not mostly used for teachers & worker's salary. Instead, they were used for useless and 'bombastic' (luxury items) items as i say.. which had most of all prooved no much use in our school. If there were a second explanation, i would use 'greediness' as a theory. We all had a very bad behavior and that includes 'greediness' and 'envy'(not this). I would think that the CEOs and fellow Chairman, Accountants, Deputy Members of the PIBG had used that 'injected' fund and stuffed regardly about 40% into their big fat pockets. And that explains when I saw the CEO 'feeding' on abalone that morning. (Seriously!) And as for the ending of this paragraph, we had known that some few 'brave' parents had fought out against 'donations' by complaining. My friend, Aaron, had his father went into the head-mistress' office and talked things out. Thing is, that his father actually composed a letter and was forwarded to all the fellow PIBG association members. And in that message, I read out that it was also true that the government funded them with money. But I think that it's always enough and perhaps with the donations, the money would be 'over-expanded'.

Woosh, gotta write a part 2 next time 'cause I gotta zoom. Stay Tuned.

To Be Concluded!

Chp5: P.E. and Hygiene

Chapter 5: Physical Education and Hygiene (Barf~!)

Physical education in my school is kinda of a jerk. Here's some excuses to protect my theory (At least it's still better than the uttering llama in my school singing the national anthem everyday)

Let's peek into that very troublesome crystal ball you see three nerds and forty one students in class. You were happily enjoying your new Marvel™ comic you bought last night in a shopping mall. Suddenly, in came your Physical Education teacher, ready to 'teach' you and let you 'play' around that session. Seriously, i feel nauseous everytime during that P.E. session, it was for the best because of that wreck old hag (principal? A hag, hah, that'll teach'em!)couldn't kept her 100-year old Kuen Cheng mouth (yes, that's my school and it's a 100 years old already, duh!) shut and by every time there are P.E. lessons, we couldn't enter the hall, which meant that i couldn't do i what like the most: badminton... Yes, badminton, and kinda say i didn't like basketball outside, as for the outdoors: they were'nt eviroment-friendly to good ol' badminton. Well, i tried rugby and football but times extremely short. Time, that is something i had forgotten to mention in the last few posts. In our school, co-curriculm activities are dominating our schedule, which includes Physical Education. In normal class sessions, the shortest among them were always P.E., in which time we enjoyed ourselves by then. If I were the Principal, I would be 'wise' enough to increase the time length of physical education classes and.. Wait, a minute, i had left off and skipped some few parts.. That's our daily early-morning (shenanigan) excercise, that was indeed true, our lame school principals and secertaries had all hired a 'negro or chinese fusion freak-show' to teach us this 'idiocracy dance of yinyang cowboys'. But as for the excericses, it got more out of hand and my friends were complaining it to be an 'insult' of falling in our knees and hands, more like ' praying' to that god-damn (oops)instructor.

Hygiene.. I will gladly invite you to survey the school's horrible 'faeces','urination' facilities and too the bubonic school canteen,plus.. in it contains your rodent-infested kitchen.
To tell you horrible truth, our school is somehow just like others... In what terms? Discipline (well, that might also be another accurate answer of course)? Nope. It's the hygiene factor!! First stop, we take a hideous peek in the nasty biled-up toilets. There was this one day i was going to the 'old toilets' (oh yeah, this incident happened 3-4 years ago) and saw these few doors damaged. And i was very displeased because i needed privacy for 'defacation' (scientific term for: you-know what). Once I flung opened the stained doors of the toilet, I had almost the grevious feeling of my life! Nasty bongs came out from the toilet and just the smell of a nice cow-dung would be. Yeuch! I ran out of the toilet and my stomach-ache was gone!A sheer scream i heard from the toilets after i left, who knew it was our 'favorite' chain-smoking (outrageous for a woman.) janitor, Mrs. Indian' (okay, we didn't know her name). Phew, i was glad i hadn't opened all the doors at once. Newsflash: Our Principal announced that the toilets were clogged up and not by massive amounts of 'chocolate cakes'(you know? the ones which are rock hard like the apollo snacks?Not the ones with chocolate cream.. Aiyah! Forget about it) but by junk food, candy wrappers, trash and must unsuspectedly.. underwears and handkerchiefs. ARGH!! our school is one hell-of-a garbage infestation centre. Meanwhile, in another side of the school stands the 'majestic' canteen and beside it, a large shed and a truck-loaded heap of trash. We cruise into the canteen, where food can be awfully 'delicious'. I went there to snack in some few snacks and rarely, some rice or noodles also some drinks. In this long stretch of time, i had never ever drank from a cup there and frequently use hygenic chopsticks. It was because by then i recalled of an event last time that 'tom and jerry' were actually in there and chasing around before.. But, you will get the point. Ouch! If disgusting recipes were not for the faint-hearted try eating food fried by using unhealthy labelled 'recycled-oil'. I would never eat those ever since i had some bad diarrhoea and food poisoning after eating a combination of Nasi Lemak + Fishcake.

The conclusion: I hoped that the government and the ministry of education would help us to relieve this troublesome issue and that someone will come to our school for health-risk checking. (But the ministry is somehow picky, it will take 10 more months for them to get to belfields and into our school.)

Sp got food poisoned!
Pen off <--(reminds you of something?)



Fatty: Yeah give me two chilly dogs from Kuen Cheng 1!