Sooooo....after English on Wednesday morning (during which I wrote the longest English essay I've ever written) I totally did loads of Chinese. On Memrise. For hours and hours. And hours dans ma chambre. I got a parcel from mo dhaidí, popped in to Jason in the art room who was busy studying Skins, and went back to my hovel. Upon examining the contents of the package, I decided that I was in the mood for Skittles. After devouring the aforementioned delicacies, I realised that I had, in fact, totally misjudged my craving and was actually in the mood for chocolate. So I ate the strawberry poppets. Then discovered my need for more chocolate. And so ate the entire packet of Cadbury's fingers. Later on that evening I gave myself a "study break", watched the episodes of the Savage Eye that had been in the parcel and polished off three DipDabs. Twas Bellington's birthday too, so I wrote many a seranading wall post. Still don't feel quite right not being le mo Ginge but such is life as a deportee. We're quare good together though.
Thursday I again unintentionally woke up early, got brekkie and a shower and studied Chinese. Proper like. This went on for the majority of the day as I sat, secluded in the Block 2 computer room, writing mundane sentences such as "This is my 57th cup of tea today" and "I do not speak Arabic at the hospital". I went to tutoring at 5:30, back at 7, and then more studying though a little more half-heartedly with JKwok zai block er computer fangjian, until 1am ish, after a particularly intense powernap left me looking horrendously drained.
Friday morning was more of the same, until I reached the kind of hour or so beforehand period where you take one of two approaches (both of which have the same outcome). There's the FECK IT I'M FECKED ANYWAY TRALALALALA approach, or the convincing-yourself-that-you-do-know-your-stuff approach. I like to think I sauntered into the exam ooozing pretentious self-assurance. I came out alive which is all that matters. I went for a quick swim, then back to my room before peer support at 4:30, which turned out to be actually at 4. Meh. No shkin off my back. At 7 we had muchos pizza in the spiritual centre then I popped back to my room, still with a horrible guilty cantstudyhaveexams feeling. I lazed about on my laptop, doing lots of nothing, when Áine persuaded me to get up and out. Had an uneventful evening but I needed it to shnap out of my monotonous exam mode.
Sa'urday I woke up at 7:06, inwardly screamed at myself NO YOU ARE GOING TO LIE IN, and then did so until 9:30 and 10:50 respectively. Once up, it was shopping time. After a huge fiasco involving lost moneys, I mean, even the mass e-mail brigade was engaged, I found me moolah in a clever place I'd found to hide it then totally forgotten about. I headed out happy as larry to Mong Kok first, where I picked up a denim waistcoat yoke and a dress in Me & G, and some MEGA HEELS and a top from H&M. Also some earrings that I fell in love with before realising that I didn't have my ears pierced anymore. I may do something about that. I got the MTR to Causeway Bay to go to Forever 21 and accidentally left through the wrong exit of the station, leading me lost for a mere few seconds before miraculously I glimpsed the monstrosity of a well packaged mass produced clothing warehouse. This offered up another top agus maxi dress. I went back to school, azzoluthely drained after the ridiculously long journey home then had me a shower and got dressed ter go out again. We left at 9:20ish much to Jason's dismay the poor divil. I'd decided to trial the day's reapings and all went miraculously well. I didn't cop out of wearing me heels, which, though mere wedges and not quite killer pavement stabbing mechanisms, kept me on my toes all night (chortle). Me faux-glamorous image may have been ruined when I had to eat that kebab over a wheelie-bin (bearing in mind that I had not once during my time consumed any other recreational substance - save a Galaxy bar), but there is genuinely no other way to eat those kebabs, let alone whilst retaining dignity. Got a taxi back with Alisher & Palpal and went to bed after grabbing those 20 precious minutes of internet. Feet did be grand too might I add, though the lingering taste of kebab was ever prominent.
Sunday got up at 8 and the world tasted like kebab. I went tutoring, got paid, came back, had brunch, then got ready for feeeetbol (world still tastes of kebab 3x teethbrushing and 10x chewing gum later). I was the only loser who bothered to turn up at the bus at 11:20 but soon enough we were all on our way to Happy Valley for our 6 hour tournament. Das pitch was wonderbar, the park being all surrounded by sooopah tall skyscrapers and that. After drawing our first match 1-1, I started reading the second Hunger Games book that had also been in me parcel and ate my weight in bananas (after applying my weight in suncream). Second match we won 2-0, earning us notre place dans le final. Khetkat streaked across the pitch completely naked at this point, and had to be tackled into modesty by the Chinese Naked Police.Top two out of six was prolly one of our better achievements of the year, especially as we were no longer playing butch teenage girls but now butch women with adoring kids and husbands on the side. They were already one-up on us in that they'd given birth. We lost the final 1-0, though I'd like it to be known that I did one-of-those-kicks-when-the-ball-is-coming-from-the-sky-and-you-just-randomly-or-perhaps-completely-on-purposefully-stick-up-your-foot-like-some-kind-of-gymnast-twisting-it-235-degrees-and-hit-it-hard-in-the-right-direction kicks. It's the most skillful I've ever felt. Sweating like a european in a humid country after strenuous exercise, we celebrated in style with our winnings of non-alcoholic champagne and dodgy baseball caps. The bus smelled rank but I stuck on the Strokes and all was well. Got back, had dindins, had a much needed shower, peed around on bookface and the likes then had a tension-filled room allocation meeting and ended up on the boys floor like the sluh I am. Wrote this and totes forgot to Skype the rentals. Will do so tomozzo. After finishing this book. Sayonara! x
Good aul China decided to block blogger, and no amount of dodgy proxies were gonna get me past that this weekend, so soz faoi lateness and that shtuff.
So eeeehhh, last Saturday, I got up for lion dance, went to training, saw a haggard Laura, heard a haggard Laura's tales, couldn't find Maddie, went to find Maddie, found Maddie who was fast asleep, jumped on her yelling LION DANCE LION DANCE LION DANCE to no avail then went to Olivia's room to spoon with her and a haggard Laura. We played with the Daily Mail headline generator then popped some popcorn in anticipation of Rara's birthday on the block 2 roof. We had an uber roof party with shedloads of food and then I went to the pool, played some pool rugby - I had a major disadvantage in the form of a volatile bikini top - then went with Dawn & Áine to Ma On Shan where I got photos taken for my visa. Áine heartlessly left me stranded outside Wellcome so I made me own way home then decided to have a quick skype with Mavis. ...4 and a half hours later we called it a day. The amount I had to catch up on was unrale. Went to bed pretty soon after that.
The part of Sunday which I can remember begins at about 7pm. Where the rest of it went I've no idea. I think I may've coloured in a few maps for geo? And I seem to recall getting some weird bread from Hetty & Carol? Hmm. Anyway, the 7pm part starts in room 103c, skyping the ginge, followed by a café meeting in preparation for next week's café. The theme's Anything But Clothes. What a wide range of opportunities that presents. Tar éis é sin I skyped les parents and then had one of those skype calls with Clobby where I get her to show me all the clothes she's bought lately so's I can wear them when I get back for summer and she takes photos of me looking fab on the webcam.
Monday I had a free morning block, then math when we got our dreaded IA (internal assessment for those lucky bejaysuses of you reading this who are unaware of the intricacies of the IB), chemistry, free block geo and physics. On Monday afternoon I missed the college meeting and service planning to go to the visa office with Dorte for our chinese visas. Dorte had The Hunger Games but I had to make do with running to Mickey D's to buy me some chips to entertain myself, as well as painting my nails and Dorte's nails whilst we crouched on the floor, much to the disdain of many around us. We left about an hour later, and I had a short but intense period of OHMYGODI'VELOSTMYPASSPORT before realising it was in the visa office. We both got some ice cream and continued our journey home. Once I got back I had some din dins then went to photography where we talked about our Tai O trip and presented our photos, had ice cream floats and BECAME LEADER WITH PALOMO. Well happy so we were. Big ideas and dreams and what have ya.
On Tuesday I had english in the block 4 dayroom again, then chinese, ToK lecture on presentations - in the ever-witty words of Adam it was like presentationception - then more mind mushing maffs, and chem again. After school I legged it up to the office to collect my parcel from Daddy, and, upon discovering The Hunger Games amongst its contents, spent all afternoon reading it on the roof, then once it was dark grabbed some tea lights from my room and finished it. Should prolly find time to go see the movie in the cinema but the likelihood of that is nil unforchy.
Wednesday was a public holiday so I took my leisurely time getting up, did an absolutely miniscule bitta work, went to Wellcome and bought some stuff to make a cake for Rabeya's birthday, then cooked in the student kitchen with all the Asia Pacific people - inevitable K-Pop dance offs were had. We ate the cake in our room with our extended roomies and tales of Ocean Park. That night Olivia, Heather and I hung out for Livvie's birthday, and fell asleep in strange places.
On Thursday I had a physics lab, english and then two free blocks. I grabbed my lunch early, then headed off to Wanchai to pick up the visas. I negotiated the million line changes back, had a nap in the common room then headed across the road to tutor Paco, this insanely ADD kid. He's pretty sweet really, and seemed to really connect with Pippi Longstocking. After that I went to the GIF on catholicism which were one of the better ones this year as far as debate was concerned. On Thursday night I downloaded Nick & Norah's infinite playlist. It was pretty shite, but the setting was good and Michael Cera's always great. Norah was just the most annoying thing. I also made microwave cake in a bowl.
On Friday I got up at like 7:30 ish, for no real reason seeing as we had holidays, then finished the rest of N & N's infinite playlist because of course the internet ban came with 10 minutes left of the film. I got breakfast and then locked myself in the library for 13 hours to do my math IA, coming out twice only to stock up on cream soda, mars bars, fizzy Puccho yokes, and those bbq crisps. At midnight I banted around with JKwok & Verity by the poolside, stalking photos of our younger selves.
Saturday morning I got up at 7:30, had a shower, packed for China, got breakfast at half 8, met the latinas at a latina half 8, and went to China. Via the flamingo filled Kowloon park. And a ferry. We were met by Mia and her dad at the ferry terminal, after the mexican took about a gazbillion hours to get through. Then we went out for lunch which was GAWJUS, peking duck for the winnage. We went to the underground to change some money and buy some pirated DVDs (I got One Day, Skins series 6 & Misfits series 3), then went to get our nails done. Must be the first time since Clobby pinned me to the kitchen table over crimbo. Okay, and that stint in the visa office but that hardly counts. Got a motorbike back which was legend and then we worked for a ages after a dinner of pizza and beautiful caaaakes.
On Sunday we woke up like 10ish, got brekkie and helped set up for an expat easter brunch. When I say expat, I mean TODOS DEL LATINOS. My spanish comprehension improved dramatically. We hid a load of eggs all down the street, and ate our weight in choccy cake. We then left with all the foregin kids in Zhu Hai to go to this island where we rented a tandem bike and played volleyball. We started out with trying to get volleys of A...B...C...D... but it soon transcended into yelling out spanish words when you hit the ball, for example CALIENTE...GASOLINA....GUACAMOLE...CHIMYCHANGAS...ESPERA etc etc. I had a few fun experiences on the tandem bike, and rediscovered our love of squat toilets with Maddie. That evening we had the leftover pizza, worked a little more and then watched Like Crazy and One Day. I had to make condescending witty remarks during Like Crazy because it was so woeful, but I adore One Day though only Paula and I managed to stay awake.
Got up at 9 this morning, had nutella on toast, packed my bag, did a bit of work on my chinese, went out for dinner and had such good vegetables. Like chinese-style bacon & cabbage, it's not a patch on scout camp, but they do their best. After lunch we went back, packed up the rest of our stuff and got the 4pm boat home. Except for Maddie, who couldn't get a ticket and ran away to Tibet or something instead. I had the best moment of my life so far when the woman on passport control didn't believe that the ugly passport photo girl was me. She was all "This not you. This not you. Show me your ears!!" and I was all "I know roish, it totally don't look like me now, I must've really just blossomed into such an elegantly beautiful human being". Mia & I watched Juno on the boat. Legend film. We got taxis back to campus, ate dismal dinner and then I migrated to the chinese classroom where I found Olivia and was joined by JKwok soon after. Which is where I am now. On the verge of a hell week but I'd rather not elaborate.
