Sweet 17 and never been gagged bound and dragged to a beach

This blog shall prolly be a little all over the gaff, seeing as we had a whole week full of BANT for Chinese New Year. I'll try my best though. So the last one ended with me heading off to central on Saturday night, to go see Dan Deacon. That never actually materialised, however I did end up having an absolutely megapants night with Tomi, Lee, Andres, Arshia, Clara, Mia and Leila on the YMCA roof in Tsim Sha Tsui. We ate samosas from Chung King and sang very loudly whilst gazing round at the uber views. Tar éis é sin we went to Lan Kwai before heading back to school on the MTR.

Sunday was spent pretty lazily, I went shopping with Áine for cheese and crackers to watch with a movie, but this took FOREVER because of the apocolyptical queues, not unlike those to be found in Supervalu Loughboy on Christmas Eve, when tins of quality street are rarer than a happy person in Athy. After overcoming the hoardes of last minute shoppers, and armed with mozzarella, brie, carr's table water crackers, mini wheetabix etc. we headed back to campus before I went to Sai Kung with the co-years from UWC South East Asia (Singapore). We got paisano's pizza nomnomnom and ate it on the pier. I left to  to watch The Tree Of Life with Áine, which I found pretty dismal, and nawnee quite enjoyed. Nevertheless, it was about 4 hours long and we both fell asleep sporadically before even the laptop decided to give up with it. I think it was the 30 minutes of constellations and prancing dinosaurs to a background of epic Star Wars-esque music that got to me.

Monday I really can't think of what I did. The prospective campers had a meeting at 11, and everyone wussed out save for myself and Lee so that was called off. I moped a bit, did a whole lot of nothing (as far as I can remember) before heading to Rosie's Godmother's apartment with a few peeps for good food and movies (Being John Malkovich INSANELY AMAZING). We tried to get stuff in Park N Shop to make an epic cake for Mia but that didn't quite work out unforch. We wrote her a song instead on the bus which was pretty funny. A little while after we got there James and I decided to hunt down some Mickey D's and went on a 2/3 hour excursion in a deserted central, trolling playgrounds and navigating dodgy back alleys.

Tuesday morning I came back to school le gach duine. Rosie cut me hair, I messed up my bedroom a little more and then at 6:30 I went with Queeny, Oda and Amanda to go see the fireworks in Kowloon. We found a nice spot in TST then got samosas from Chungking Mansions, ate them at the star ferry pier and headed across to Hong Kong island, where the others left for Lan Kwai and I walked up to Rosie's again for some deece food with herself and Laura. We got back to campus in a taxi after thinking we were going to be late and the MTR shutting down etc etc. We then chopped off aaall of Laura's beaut long hair, temporarily turned her into Rod Stewart but remedied that so fear not, before I went off to bed.




Wednesday I stole clothes from Laura, waited for the good shower, watched the Swedish version of The Girl with a Dragon Tattoo (it comes in handy knowing what the Swedish word for rapist is), stole Jkwok's CDs and put them on me iTunes, went to a partaaaay in Precious & Oda's room where I stole aaalll the food and then headed out to Rosie's agaaaiin, for din dins and getting ready to test out what Wanchai had to offer. Hailey, Rosie, Laura and I looked like a weird set of hipster Barbies.


On Thursday morning after most people had left, we (Rosie, Laura and I) pootled around a bit and watched some of Inception. At 3 I left to go to to meet Áinee in Park N Shop at Ma On Shan. We gots a helluva lot of ingredients for these babies, before letting the student kitchen violate our plans. We struggled on though and churned out some successes, before les Canadians came and made hot pot with us. Nomnom spicy leaves. In fairness twas pretty good. I then went back out to Lan Kwai with the vast majority of campus, came back to Rosie's with the vast majority of Lan Kwai and had an impressive brit spoon in the double bed. There were 5 of us all squished in, including an incredibly cold Laura, an irritable Olivia, a roasting Paloma, a violated (thanks to Laura) Bellamy, and a sleep deprived me. It was obviously very successful.


I woke up on Friday, spread-eagled on the bed, now minus Paloma and Bell. Most people left around 11 but I hung around again, for the chance of some more free wholesome food. Rosie scrambled 10 eggs and lost 6 of them from the pan and all over the side. Lawwa and I had to clean up. Yay. We then proceeded to lose the $5000 siamese cat of Rosie's godmother and freaked out for a very long time. By the time I found the nasty yoke behind a mirror, looking at me like "U mad bro?", Rosie was already on her hands and knees looking under cars in her pajamas outside, and Laura was checking in pans and cupboards. I got muchos first year points for finding Oscar. We headed back to school, and I worked on my physics lab. Which was overdue. Muchos happy birthday to me. At 3.15 (precisely) I had a shower in the good shower, when in comes Rosie incredibly inauspiciously asked me to go to MoS with her and Laura to get bubble tea. I accepted on the basis that Matthew would help me with my physics lab. So on the back way to MoS I was brutally attacked, gagged and bound with my own scarf in front of a poor old chinese couple who gazed on in horror as I played victim. They dragged me to the beach, and, joined by other..."friends" I, still gagged and bound, was further attacked until they released me and proceeded to force 17 shots of Guinness into me. It was tough but I had to persevere when Andres questioned my manhood. After all that kerfuffle I went back to school, claimed my first birthday parcel (!) from the office (funny t-shirts and Dumb & Dumber) did s'more physics then finished the hotpot in the block 4 dayroom with Áine & Bobby. Áine modeled her grad dress for Bobby and I and now we're going to burn in hell. It was constructive criticism dangnabbit. Heels >> slipper socks. Besides, I've always admired Maggie Smith as an actress. A while later James, Rahael, Apopo, Quentin and Bellamy picked me up and we explored campus with a few packs of pringles before getting in a heated debate about Obama. After that I had a roof chat with Apoorva and Rahael before having a sleepover in Rahael's room.

I woke up in time for lion dance on Saturday, pure legged it down like, and guess what? Nada. Well, loike 3 people. Muchos grrpants. I worked on my geo presentation with Mia in le block 3 dayroom. Went for a walk in Starfish Bay with James, Lee & Tomi. Cut my foot errywhere. Got AIDS from sewage water. Skimmed stones. Found a kite. And a tractor inner tube. Tomi contracted some strange disease which turned his foot scummy and black. After trekking back to campus we went our seperate ways. I did my physics lab to a chorus of CCE mishaps then later on I threw juggling balls at James in Lee's room, sat on Bellamy's magic sofa for about 7 blissful years, then had the biggest fashion faux pas of me life in Laura's room before going out for dinner in TST with Mia, Dilene and Heather. We found this Mongolian bbq place then discovered it was HK$200 each so we went for a scabby chinese which was just as delish, although my tongue's still pretty burnt. When I got back I watched the tail end of The Help with Hetty, Carol, James and Lee. Then there was supposed to be a beach affair, I however may have walked a few metres ahead, stayed on a deserted beach for an eternity, lit my own fire, hid in a bush to jump out and scare people before they arrived, ate my ice-cream alone and devoured my entire pack of chewing gum before realising that no one was ever going to come to the beach and walking back in the dark with creepy taxis stopping me every 5 metres. To make up for my supreme loner status I joined the (constant) party in Dilene's room and had a country music session with herself, roomies and extended roomies. Thankfully, we replaced the country music ("I love rain, rain makes corn, corn makes whiskey, whiskey makes my baby really frisky oh raiiiiin is a good thiiiiiing etc etc") with Avril Lavigne, R Kelly and the likes. Once Hetty had conked out, book in hand, I migrated to Laura & Sarah's room next door where we told jokes until loike 3am. (Favourites? What do you call a russian with 3 testicles? Who'd-ya-knick-a-bollock-off?)

So I wake up in Laura's bed and a disheveled and terrified Rosie walks in, shellshocked after being woken up in the block 1 dayroom from sleepwalking. I took my time getting up, stole Laura's pjs, went to brunch, did mooooore of my physics lab, went to a lion dance performance in Yiu On which was well impressive, got banana flavoured bubble tea, almost went to Mong Kok, didn't go to Mong Kok, got some food in Circle K, grabbed dinner, went to today's Voice talk (MY GOD VINCENT WANG'S HEAD IS UNREAL) and sent. off. my. physics. lab. Good lord took me long enough. Then I had a café meeting, the next café is on the 18th, so after Valentine's day and the theme is forever alone. Formulating costume ideas already, ngl. So after my Sunday night skypage with the rentals (consisted of "Hello daughter mine, LOL jk gotta go watch tennis match") here is this week's blog in it's entirety. Back to school tomorrow wahey. GUNG HEI FAT CHOY to y'all and happy year of the dragon!

Xin Nian Kuai Le to that!

      So last Sa'urday after my nice relaxing sit in bed write blog routine, I banted off to Park N Shop in Ma On Shan to pick up some groceries with the second year. Now I never understand why I ever went to Wellcome over Park N Shop. I mean really, there's no comparison. It has mini Wheetabix Fruit and Nut! And resealable jaffa cakes! I was fair disappointed that I wouldn't have to import the squashed packets of emergency jaffa cake supplies anymore so as of yet I've neglected to inform the parental units (although the truth'll come out now innit). Got some sushi for me dinner too and had pineapple wars with Áine on the pier before walking back to campus along the beach in de dark which was zehr nice indeeds. We watched The Girl With A Pearl Earring which I quite enjoyed, if only because of Cillian Murphy's cheekbones and because I could take th'absolute piss outta ScarJo errytime she had a spaz attack. Which was pretty often. 

      Did very little on Sunday, save take self portrait for photography which involved some intricate lighting techniques and hanging Paloma's ubes expensive camera from my bunting and leaping over chairs whilst the self timer ticked down. I also slept in, did some homework, skyped the rentals, nice Sunday shtuff like. Worked in Trevor's room avec le Mia and le James but ended up trying to out-youtube each other with ghetto rap. Surprised Bobby in library for birthday. Had judo and destroyed some people, it's a little scary how angry I get. Pays off though. Went out for bbq pork shtuff with cúpla daoine for Bobby's birthday.

      Monday was a little crummy. Jason broke my iPod. And now belongs to me until he gets his priorities straight and hot-foots it to the Apple store. Did have a free morning block though which was nice. Went to stoooopid drugs talk. Ketamine makes your bladder smaller and as girls, unless we wear incredibly tight jeans when we go to house parties in America, we'll get assaulted. Had coral monitoring and discussed lots of shtuff about project week GOING DIVING IN MALAYSIA LIKE A LAOBAN (bawse as sínís). Had photography which was coolaboola indeeds, we debated and critiqued those self portraits like you wouldn't believe. I didn't go to lion dance fitness because I thought I had a theory of knowledge essay to write (turns out it was due Friday but I found that out a little later, aka after all 500 words had been vommed out). Popped into Arshia's birthday for a while before spiralling into The XX and Radiohead and found myself wandering campus at 2am with Rosie and blueberry tea (courtesy of block 2's other resident Welshie, Paloma) before getting a grip and going to bed like a normal bean. Albeit iPod less. 

      An lá tar éis é sin, I had a pretty stretched out day of school, before a french comprehension in order to GTF out of chemistry. It was about genetics and the progressions in the field. As part of my test, I'd to write a personal essay. I ended up banging on about mammoths. Syntactically it was quite wonderful (peut-etre nous verrons un mammouth dans notre vie). That afternoon I did a wickle bit of homework, ate some sour blueberries left over from Sunday night, tidied the bedroom and wrote some postcards. Had planned to go to the gym with Heather but by god by the time 9 rolled around we were not up for it.

      Wednesday, or the third Friday of the week as it came to be known, dragged by quare slowly too. I had a physics lab, did some mapwork in geo that kinda thing. Had jazz band tar éis an scoile, we did this yoke called Poco Loco which was pretty mint despite the fact that I didn't have an amp so stood there a little uselessly but with all the best intentions. I think I tried to go to Ma On Shan to get a key cut and send aforementioned postcards but when I went to take some money out in the Wu Kai Sha station it turned out I had HK$4.80 in my account. Which, at today's exchange rate is pretty much 48c. So that plan diminished. I decided to put a wash on and was shocked and muchos appalled to find that someone had changed it from 40 @ regular dirty to 90 @ COMPLETELY SOILED. Still a little scarred that my clothes were boiled. At least they smell like Persil. Home comforts like you wouldn't know. Wednesday night consisted of some intense lion dance training for Chinese Cultural Evening. We did it on the tennis courts and ended up doing it in the dark when the floodlights cut out because it was time for normal people to go to bed. Hoping to have a video of it so y'all can know what th'actual hell I'm always banging on about with this lion dance malarky. Had a wickle chat with mammy on the skype that night cause I still can't get over having internet in my room.

      Thursday I woke up at 5am to skype the besto. Who decided to bail on me. Ungrateful ginger fraaaaaaaaaaaaake. After an indignant hour's nap I popped along to maths for intensive revision lesson for the test the next day and ended the school day with an hour and a half of english. The hunger really gets to you in that class. We had to endure this video as an example of media bias, although really it was just to horrify all females worldwide and make them ashamed of their gender. It's quite horrendous. Went to art for non artists and did a self portrait (fair amount of selfies in this blog). I was pretty happy with it, might take a pic for next week's blog. Went to the GIF (global issues forum) on Islam and Pakistan given by our Pakistani 3rd year, Taha. Twas really interesting although Carol and I joked after that it should be renamed GIPP (Global Issues Powerpoint Presentation) due to all the people who just up and leave before debate. That said, I appreciate that we're all busy busy people. I then decided to set up a very tentative fashion blog. Tentative because I myself don't generally endorse them. Y U set it up then? Pretty much just cause I aaaalways want to be that person in the Sunday Times Magazine's "What are you wearing?" section, as conceited as that may be. Link available on request I shpose. Had block meeting but Wendy was sick so Trevor was just like "um any news no kthnxbai". Had another lion dance session after that, this time in the courtyard before heading up to José's room and migrating to the block 1 computer room for some seriously intense math studyage. Legit until early hours. We're usually a lot more put together than that. Managed to complete the square without cheating, and logarithms can just go die.

      Friday I got up nice and early, had a shower, intended to go to breakfast but ended up loling my face off in my room looking at Paloma's culture. Who said we don't practice cultural understanding? This was followed by theory of knowledge whereby there were some strange opinions about survival of the fittest and why we vote for politicians. Then BAM math test. I experienced that post math test feeling. The kind of "What's done is done. Basic concepts understood. All questions answered. Head fuzzy from 45 minutes of pure mathmatical focus." type feeling. All of a sudden it was chinese new year. Holidays loike. Had a bit of a SCHOOOOOL'S OUT FOR THE SUMMER! SHCOOOOOL'S OUT FOREVER moment, if only internally. Went to Mong Kok a bit uselessly with James and Bellamy, but we got delish din dins (nomnomnomribsnomnomnom) and went to Park N Shop on the way home. I then napped a little, wrote some of this before heading out to the stairs. Back at a reasonable time though becaaaaaaaaause... 

      ....I had to skype that ginger frake. Safe to say she had to endure my morning voice which is at least 10 octaves lower than regular voice as well as some chronic yawning. This was followed by a snatch of sleepage before 2.5 solid hours of lion dance. Madison and I be rolling like pros. After that I grabbed some lunch dans la shitang, before going to the ehhh flower market with Celine and Mia. We didn't quite find it but we found the goldfish market and bought various dodgy juices from the dodgy juice place. At 2:10 I legged it all the way from Kowloon back to campus to watch a weird ass french movie with MY NEW FRENCH CLASS. Oh so ubes excited. Movie was good (slightly lacking in subtitles) and Michele had made us brownies so that was lovely so 'twas. Now, I'm just chilling in me bedroom, anticipating the absolute BANT that shall be had tonight. Snow Patrol in Dublin? Try Dan Deacon in HK. Yeaaaaahhh buddy and a half. Xin nian kuai le to that!

FOX NEWS ALERT*

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‎'W'hatever 'M'inger your 'M'other 'W'orks in 'M'cdonalds

Yes. It's been a while. I'd rather not go into it. I did write a blog over crimbo (Christmas for those of you grimacing). Twas entitled "One Parsnip Away From Certain Death". It suffered a painless death and disappeared into thin air almost instantaneously. Poor mammy had to endure a lot of this face:



 and agonized ranting before calmly suggesting I write it again. Fall-off-bike-get-back-on-Savlon'll-fix-it theory like. I wasn't taking any of it and wallowed in my despair instead. So sorry bout that. To paraphrase it, it was basically just about buying dodgy granny cardigans, playing board games, watching copious amounts of Gavin & Stacey, eating crumpets and other wholesome foods such as oranges for breakfast (albeit of the Terry's Chocolate variety), blasting the choooons, cycling into town for Sunday Times magazine on New Year's day and other beaut things about my holliers.

I came back to Hongkers on Sunday last? Left via lunch in Avoca, flew uneventfully to Heathrow (save being 8kgs overweight and having to throw things at the maternal and siblingly units to take home), had to travel to the Dundee region to get to terminal 5 from where I landed, then had a 5 hour overlay in Heathrow. Would've shopped but me hand luggage was so unreal heavy that I was pretty grounded. I stocked up on good aul british toiletries in Boots and got me some dinner, began a physics lab report and fretted about why my plane was the only one without a gate no. Then for another 5 mile trek to gate 16 at 10pm ish, follwed by pretty much continuous sleep for 12 hours with all the intentions of studying Chinese/watching films. I was in the awkward by the window spot too so I felt totes guilts about moving out. Talk about your numb being arse*. Pure flew through immigration like a bawse with me HK ID card, leaving gaping bedraggled tourists in my wake. Got back to school on the A41p with Sam (Thai) at about 8pm where I pretty much just crashed after visiting a few peeps.

The jet lag were pretty bad and for the first couple of days I was a little like:



Luckily I had geography first class (what a gorge subject) then physics, Yingyu and Sinís. Then first free block of the year. Noice wan.Tried and failed to move out of Chemistry but that's an ongoing quest. Watched the Savage Eye xmas spesh le hÁine i seomra Bobby, before photography followed by not going to lion dance fitness and crashing instead.

Tuesday I'd morning math bleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeh. Follwed by other average subjects. Went out for a brit meeting. Ate a crunchie bar. Broke into third packet of Jaffa Cakes from home. Did physics lab with Ella Chan laaa. Went to James' birthday where cake was thrown so I scraped a bit off the floor and wolfed it down before legging it. Rang mammy. Watched a bit of Gav n Stace.

Wednesday was morning free, followed by the typical 8:55 CLASS IN 5 MINS THROW ON TRACKY BUM BUMS AND LEG IT TO TOK routine of every morning free day. Went back to my room after class to find I was locked out so did some physics problem and sent off me lab report. Attempted to study math with José. Ended up joining in with the bant in the block 2 computer room. Saw Oda's fam before heading over to Wendy's house for tutor dinner of mega gammon shteak, nommy potatoes and azzolutely delish lemon meringue pie for puddicles. Heard stories of her hubby's upbringing and fear of turkeys and learned unbeatable insults of the ‎'W'hatever 'M'inger your 'M'other 'W'orks in 'M'cdonalds variety. Had fun playing with 3 year old's toys. Bheki & I particularly perplexed by purple giraffe. Wednesday night was spent in le Halfdan's room with James, Apopo, Quentin and Halfdan himself, watching Justice videos and going uuuuh whenever there was an evident drop. We be cool like that.

Thursday after school I made rice cake bun things for our elderly neighbours cause we keep them up when we go out or summat, I sadly missed art for non artists and was reprimanded by Laszlo (won't happen again soz). Hung out with Madi and Olivia in block 4 dayroom. Watched series finale of Gav & Stace with Olivia, not gonna lie, there were tears. Ate loads of dairy milk and skipped dinner...potentially bad idea right there. Felt really wrecked so after block meeting I had a real deece shower in the 3rd shower from the door (aka th'only one with any water pressure at all at all) and slept.



Friday started out pretty badly, school was just painful, but by the time 4 came around things were picking up. Went to Lee On with Rosie, sent a couple o postcards, bought a hottlie wottlie bottlie, heat packs, an extension lead, more hair dye and a smarties McFlurry. Stole clothes from Rosie to wear to Osage (art gallery) trip with da kool kids (lol jk art students). Went to Osage, my favourite was a heap of sandcastles under a red light entitled "Mars". Decided to head back to school via Pizza Express with Heather in Soho. Dough balls disappeared in legit under a minute. We then decided, seeing as we were in the general vicinity, to gander up to Lan Kwai and find the boys. Which we did after only about 5 minutes. An impromptu night was enjoyed, despite some insane taxi rank goings on.

This morning I had lion dance, my phone died in the middle of the night so I woke up at 9:50 instead of the planned 8:30. Throwing on tracky bumbums routine was repeated. Since then I've done quite a bit of nothing which is nice. Currently lying in bed, eating dipdabs from home and pure blashting The Raconteurs. Going for bubble tea with the secondie later. Reckons I'll leave y'all with me addy as I used to do back in the day. 'Til next week you goyyys. I feels it.



Hannah Read
Room 2/204
Li Po Chun United World College
10 Lok Wo Sha Lane
Sai Sha Road
Ma On Shan
Sha Tin
New Territories
Hong Kong SAR






*Intentional

Gay Rights and Cold Baked Beans

Last Saturday was absolutely choc-a-bloc for me. There was lion dance, fully clothed swimming with James and Lee, open day performance of Le Logobitombo, followed by:

PRIDE PARADE
(whereby we were attacked by reporters as we walked behind a socialist banner yelling
LOVE IS A HUMAN RIGHT along with sex workers (under)dressed as cowboys)

Followed by:

AFRICAN DINNER
(I'm a curtain chief, Mia's a warrior and Andres is a mummy)

 Followed by:  ACE (African Cultural Evening see the trailer here)

Followed by: CANTEEN PARTY (which was followed by being locked out of my room and sleeping in the computer room but we can pass that part)

Sunday was very quiet, I woke up ridiculously early, stole some of Rosie's clothes, had a European Cultural Evening meeting for a couple of hours, skyped the Mammy and had judo.

Monday I had my first ToK (theory of knowledge) class. ToK is pretty much structured philosophical debates. So basically you make loads of points during the discussions and come out knowing so much less. It turns into a but how do you know that you know what you know type job within minutes. After that we had a lecture on study skills, coral monitoring service planning, a china week meeting, photography and luckily no lion dance fitness because a) I had a lotta work to do for school and b) I was absolutely wrecked!

On Tuesday I studied a bitta maths with Jose and went for a swim avec Mia. Aaaand that's about it tbh.

Wednesday was purdy productive, I went shopping in Ma On Shan, exchanged some money, had another European Cultural Evening meeting (myself agus Aine are going to be laying down Riverdance the likes of which have never before been seen outside of Michael Flatley's wildest dreams), did some geo and got in the way of the people cooking in the student kitchen. I also recieved a turkish postcard, 12 pairs of socks, 2 books and FOOD.

Thursday I only had 3 classes which was divine (despite one of those being a maths test), and after school I finished one of the aforementioned books (Why Be Happy When You Could Be Normal?), had Art For Non Artists whereby we failed at making pinhole cameras and succeeded in eating too many iced gems, went out for pork rice n' a packet of cookies each with Mia and Dilaynay which was very much needed. Although we'd planned to get back for 7 for the global issues forum on LGBT rights we made it back at about 8:30...hmmm...At 9 we had block meeting, campus ecologists prolly took away our privilege to respire (due to CO2 emissions), then after block meeting all the Brits went to the block 3 dayroom and we had BRIT PUD NIGHT. With angel delight with malteasers, dodgy banana custard, branston pickle, marmite, baked beans, proper dairy milk and leftover bananas. It was a feast like no other. We planned some particularly intense things to do as a culture group too which shall be duly recorded.

Friday was when the International School's Theatre Association (not sure if the A is right but the abbreviation is ISTA) invaded. All these international theatre kids coming down on our school. Tis fairly bothersome for us non-theatre students I ain't gone lie. Getting special bbq lunches while we struggle through our sweetcorn sauce chicken of slime. Ah sure. At about 5 I took myself off into central on me lonesome armed with food and a book and Paolina's iPod (because mine's locked in Dorte's top drawer aaallll the way in block 4) and I went for a walkabout in HK as ya do. Took the star ferry, ate some fro yo, lived the life yadda yadda. Ended up working my way back home by challenging myself to finally figure out the bus system and then once I made it back to Ma On Shan I had no money to get the MTR so I somehow defied my gender and navigated my way home by the light of the stars (and by following the MTR line when I could see it). Had a bro out with James on my return then crashed in bed at 11.

Today I had a record 3 HOUR SKYPE CALL le mo cara, followed by brekkie, laundry, lion dance, and blog writing. Baking gingerbread men and brownies with Aine after lunch and going out with the Brits before dinner at 4:30. We be cool like that. Also, going to mainland China on Monday for a week to go paint an orphanage? Thought I should throw that in there. 

Let's Talk About Sex Baby....

On Friday last, I went out with Tiffany for her birthday. We got burgers and cream soda and went up to Lan Kwai for happy fun dancy times but I got sleepy and came home early.

Saturday morning I had lion dance but there'd been so much confusion because most people had SATs that there were hardly any of us there so we did a bitta fitness before a few of us decided to jump in the pool (fully clothed as ya do). We stayed there drowning each other until lunchtime and after that I took myself off to Ikea on the MTR and had myself a very enjoyable time in Sha Tin's scandinavian paradise (after getting lost in the station for half an hour or so). I bought me a mirror, another alternative storage solution and some more bedsheets. I got to the foodie section and bought 6 uncooked kanelbulle and some weird fish in a blue jar (on request from Rosie). After getting back to campus I bumped into Mia and her visiting friend Alea, whom I met when we went to Zhu Hai. I attempted to cook my swedish goodies but really didn't have enough time so I semi cooked them, ate one raw and left the other 5 in the fridge. Cause it was bonfire night, I helped Heather and Paloma to make a guy then we carried him down to the beach with the majority of t'other brits (Minh, Bellamy, Rosie, Matthew, Leila and Olivia) and some refreshments (in the form of carcinogenic marshmallows and as-close-to-walkers as you can get crisps). Bonfire night was the absolute best, twas sunset at the beach and although the guy was mostly just burning plastic and a few twigs, it created enough of an atmosphere to yell a poorly remembered ONE MAN AND HIS DOG WENT TO MOW A MEADOW followed by a mash up of our respective national anthems. We left the beach chanting Spice Girls and I went on my way to IP* rehearsals, which went on for 4 hours. I couldn't go out afterwards but I really wasn't too fussed - it was well time to hit the hay.

Sunday was a very lazy day. I went to brunch late, procrastinated my Geo essay, had more intense rehearsals for the IP then did my wannabe visual arts student ritual of hanging in the art room bugging people (namely Rosie and J-Kwok) whilst totally forgetting about judo. Hmm.

Monday's classes were spent in anticipation of the IP that night. After lunch I did a bitta grocery shopping then at 4:30 the cast and crew met to set up the stage and at 5:30 we went for dinner together which was great cause we were very nearly late back to the auditorium for our warm up etc. The play was great. It was like everything we'd been practising was BAM all professional loike with the lights and the costumes and the audience and that! After our play had finished we watched sadnam's which was hella funny. I'll admit to being a little post ip depressed but there was always Tuesday!

Tuesday was, again, spent in anticipation of that night's performance. This one was like phwoaaaaaaar too, at least for me, but then the real post IP depression kicked in. My life had no meaning! I was free after check in! What was wrong with the world?!

On Wednesday we had sex CoP day! A whole 7 hours of sex ed. I had Salt n' Pepa's "let's talk about sex" stuck playing in a loop in my head for the following few days...That night I did a bitta homework loike me geography essay so muchos productive. Also tried and failed to learn the lyrics of Gasolina...


Thursday was beautiful, I only had 2 classes due to Geo teacher in early morning Skype call with the IB people. It was divine. After school I watched a bittuva movie and a bittuv Scrubs with the American before ART FOR NON ARTISTS. We had cookies and juice and made the first part of our soon-to-be-failed pinhole cameras. After dinner I'd planned to go to the GIF on neo-colonialism in Africa but I'd accidentally left all my washing in the washing machine since 2pm and so legged it back to back sure they weren'ta) mega smelly b) in a sopping wet pile on the floor or c) on fire in the tumble drier. In block meeting we ranted about people stealing our shampoo (when I say we....) and afterwards we went to collect our winter duvets. Everyone here keeps whining about how cold it is and I'm being really hardcore north european. That said, extra heavy duvet was appreciated.


Friday classes seemed to go on. And on. And on. I guess it's just in anticipation of this weekend, which, I can assure you, will be epic. After school was finally over, I nommed down my sangwich and then had ACE (african cultural evening) rehearsals from 2:20-7:20 (I'm not complaining, some people have sold their souls to ACE!) after which I called it a day, pretty much collapsed in my corner, and accidentally fell asleep.


Today shall be a great one. Just got brekkie, now it's lion dance training, followed by french dance performance for open day, followed by Pride parade in central, followed by ACE, followed by paaaartaaay with me bros....

*Brief synopsis of the play: crazy director kidnaps four artists and locks them up and forces them to come up with a play so that he can get recognition and become famous, but the play was based on a type of theatre called Epic theatre which is what some guy called Brecht uses in his theatre plays so it was a bit more complex in that as actors we had to come out of character and talk to the audience about our characters and we had to break the idea that the audience were emotionally attached to our characters in the play? So yeah.

VLOG TIIIME

So today's is a vlog. Saves you reading, and you get to see me at my finest. Apologies for:


a) Holding laptop on my knees, thus squeaking noises and jiggling all over the place
b) The sun messing up the left hand side (cause it's reaaaaally sunny over here suckaaaahs)
c) The angle (in fairness no-one looks that great on webcam no matter who they are)

Vlog the first

Aaaaand another thing....