An English Journal

The misfortunes and happinesses of me

Month: February, 2013

A Nearly Accident

I nearly got run over by a car today!

Okay, maybe it wasn’t so dramatic as I just made it seem, but if the Mercedez-Benz driver hadn’t been a decent guy then I probably would have. I mean, yeah, I could well have. My cousin and I probably should have been looking at the traffic light, but we saw people walking across right in front of us so we just followed. Yeah, stupid move. Not happening again. But I can kind of see why some people just freeze in situations like that. I kind of did for a bit. Like I turned around to see the car and I don’t know what I was doing. I just sort of stood there admiring this car that was heading right towards me before running off to the other side. It was bizarre like my brain just stopped functioning, thinking there was no way that this car would hurt me. But it could have. 

Anyway, moving on, today is the very last day of the holidays! I only have about 3 and a half hours before I have to head back to the countryside all the back to school. Eurgh. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I love school. However, once I get to school, it’s kind of just non-stop work and it’s hard to find some time to breathe sometimes. During the holidays, it’s just so nice to do things at your own pace and do whatever you want…It’s just nice, you know? School is just so quick paced and you have to stay on top of your work and it’s just busy. Not really stressful, just busy. Okay, just writing about school is making me feel a little uncomfortable. Let’s move on.

I watched Warm Bodies yesterday! I was looking forward to it so bad ever since I saw the trailer months ago and it definitely did not disappoint. Hey, you know the R and Julie thing? It’s only when my cousin pointed out during the balcony scene that R was like Romeo and that Julie was like Juliet that I figured that out! How could I not have seen that? Fantastic! But looks at Nicholas Hoult


Look at him! His face and eyes are so perfect it’s actually unreal. Plus…I really do have a thing for dark hair, blue eyes. Ian Somerhalder anyone? 

But there was something about his un-dead zombie look. Call me weird, but I still found it kind of hot. Yep, I have issues. Luckily though, thanks to the good people of Tumblr, I know I am not alone in this opinion.


I mean come on, what’s not to like? Nicholas Hoult is beautiful, ok. But here’s a normal photo just so you know that he’s not really a zombie and I have weird taste in guys.



Who am I kidding? I have the best taste. Eurgh. School. I was kind of in a rush to leave it so when I get back, my room’s totally going to look like this:



Okay! Back to procrastinating. It’s the last chance I’ll get! This is a very picture-y post so have fun looking at Nicholas Hoults’ face! (and eyes)

Until tomorrow, (Eurgh, Mondays)




A Brilliant Production of The Phantom of the Opera


For a while I considered titling this post “Will Young Gave Us A Standing Ovation” but thought you know what? No. That is not what made this performance good. It was everything else. Us, the chorus members, the ballet girls, the other roles and the main cast. We all really put our all out there and it paid off. Will Young is an alumnus of the school I go to. Yeah, you know the BRIT award singer, quite famous, but that is definitely not the reason why I’m proud.



Of course, technically, there were a few things that could be improved like the chorus’ cue and a couple of the people in the main cast forgetting a few of their lines and such. But you know what, what with the brilliant job that the orchestra was doing catching up with whatever it was that the cast was doing and just going along with it was really brilliant. Not to mention that getting standing ovations feel brilliant.

Me, personally, more recently, I think it was in year 9 but it might have been year 8, I’ve developed a real love for the theatre and acting on stage. I just love acting as someone that I am not. It’s really challenging and interesting and dare I say it, fun, to develop characters and react in a way that you think the character would react, rather than the way you would react. It’s just really cool to embody someone else and it’s kind of therapeutic to be able to escape from reality for a little while and just be something you’re not. I’m not exactly an extrovert but neither am I an introvert but I guess I can be quiet at times and would never be classified as a “drama geek”, who are mostly noisy extrovert, but I find that some of the most unsuspecting people are brilliant because they just let themselves go and be someone else. And I don’t know, but with the lights, the atmosphere, the costumes and the silent presence of the audience lingering, heady in the air, it just feels good.

I’m not too sure if this entry makes any grammatical sense whatsoever and it certainly lacks lexical prowess but you know what? Who cares? We got a standing ovation and Will Young came to see us backstage. Let’s hope tomorrow’s production will be just as amazing.

Until tomorrow,


PS: I wrote this on the 12th, but I published it today so you will be getting another post today about today. Makes sense? Of course.

An English Chinese New Year

Today has been quite the adventure. I don’t know, if you had talked to me last year and told me that today’s events would happen to me one day, I would have thought you were a little nuts because there’s no way my life could be this bizarre and in a way…kind of fun.

Okay, so first of all, it’s the year of the snake tomorrow! And normally if I wasn’t at boarding school, I’d be in Malaysia with my grandparents and aunt and eating amazing cookies and ice cream all hand made by my aunt as well as all the amazing chinese food that my grandmother would cook. Then, on Chinese New Year, the next day, my sister and I would always wake up to find red packets under out pillow that were given to by the Chinese New Year Dragon. Then, we would change and go bai nian, wish all our family a happy new year and then sit down for the most amazing breakfast that my aunt and grandmother would have prepared with of course, my favourite sweet quail egg soup. Then, the married couples, so my parents and my grandparents would proceed to give us hong bao, which is money packeted in red paper pockets mostly decorated with gold pictures or any kind of new year related photos on the front. Then, we would go to my grandmother’s holiday house to see all my other malaysian relatives, whom I see only once a year to wish them a happy new year and eat some lunch together and get some hong bao in the process.

Well, in England, this didn’t happen which made me a little sad because I’ve never, not for a single year in my life spent New Year’s alone. But then, all my best friends who are Chinese must have been feeling the same way too so we decided to have a Chinese New Year party by  ourselves and it was great.

But here’s where it gets interesting. After we agreed on the time and what to order and stuff, I went back to doing my chemistry Internal Assessment (You’ll understand what this is if you do IB) and I just didn’t know how to do something so what I did was text my friend, Harry for help. I really did try and figure it out myself but just ended up plotting everything against everything. So, he invited me to his House, the Talbot and he could help me. Okay, I’ve never been to the Talbot but I heard it’s the nicest house in the whole school but part of me was like, what if this is really awkward. But it shouldn’t be because guys come to our house all the time! So, when I really couldn’t figure out my chemistry, I decided to just suck it up and go.

So along the way he texted me directions and as I neared the house, I thought I was going to explode. It was so unfair! Looking up, I could see a towering manor with pillars on the outside, lights glimmering and as I walked past it, there were glass panels and in between the manors, one of them the Beresford House and the other the Talbot, was a mini dining hall, illuminated by lights that lined the edges of the glass panels. Then, I went into the snooker room, which had 3 keyboards and 1 piano, none of which were out of tune like the 1 at my House. Then, we sat down and chatted a little while doing some chemistry.

Then, guess who came in. None other than my maths teacher. I knew that he was the Housemaster of the Talbot but I didn’t expect him to stick his face into the snooker room. It was hilarious. I swear he looks shorter in sports kit. Anyway, on came some of the best banter. So, earlier before, Harry and I had agreed that if anyone asked us we were cousins. So, when Mr. White came in, I didn’t know it was him but when the room was still silent as it wouldn’t be if a normal guy had walked into the snooker room, I looked up and saw him trying to process the fact that I was there.

Then, he was like “What are you doing here?” and it took me a little longer than it should to formulate an answer in my head so he just went “Did you sign in?” and Harry, probably sensing my ineptitude to answering questions decided to answer for me and say “yes and she can be here. It’s the snooker room. It’s public.”. And at that point I just decided to say, mumbling, that I was his cousin. Because I’m smart like that.

And then, the most incredulous, surprised and then finally amused, expression crossed Mr. White’s face and he was like, “Really?” And I was like, “No, sir!” 

“What? It’s possible! Did you know each other before?”

“What in Hong Kong?”



Lucky you.”

“What, that I hadn’t met him before?”


At which point Harry pipes in, going, “Don’t you think that’s a bit harsh sir?”

And I just started laughing. I have no idea why anyone reading this would be interested or find this just as amusing as me but yeah. It was great. And the Talbot rooms are huge, at least in relation to ours. And Mr. White is so much chiller than my house mistress. She’s kind of annoying and a bit too uptight and gossips a bit too much. God seriously help me if anyone from school finds this blog because I’m not very discreet with names but oh well. I’ll just go change my name or something on wordpress. Anyway, I wanted to stay at the Talbot forever!! It was so nice! But then, the time came for me to leave as food had arrived. So, unfortunately, I had to leave the nicest house ever and trudge back to Apsley.

But then, there were my friends waiting for me with Chinese food and I almost forgot about the Talbot. The guys made mango dessert:


And it overall was a great night together


Plus, I managed to finish my chemistry!


Until tomorrow,


PS: Check out my song of the day here. It’s a Chinese special 😉

House Singing

Tonight was crazy. As I sit here in my room slowly quashing my hunger with Krispy Kreme doughnuts, Organic Miso Soup, Sour Cherry Gummies, Toast and Champagne at 10:40pm in the night my mind reels slightly from the tumultuous state it was in just a couple of hours before. 

I don’t know if any of you have been to a boarding school that’s been around for a while, but especially when it comes to ones that have been converted from just all boy’s to a co-ed one, there are so many traditions that are simply passed down and even though people pass through and leave, those traditions remain. 

Unfortunately, one of those traditions is the constant jeering of my house. My House, was the first house to accept girls into the college and jeers like “Who invited you” or just general booing and hissing and calling out in general happened throughout the night. But you know what in some ways it was their way of showing respect. We stuck it out as girls as we just did what we had to do and got 5th place out of 17 which although wasn’t desirable, it was pretty good. And you know, when asked what houses they most wanted to beat, it was always my house. There was always the sort of stigma that we were the best and although it’s slightly masochistic, that’s it, I guess. It’s just one of those things. And when it came to the end, everyone was cheering. It was great. Kind of like the Slytherins you know? Everyone doesn’t like them much and they are kind of the outsiders most of the time but when it came down to it, so many Slytherins stayed and fought for Hogwarts because no matter what, they were part of one school just like we are part of the same school and we all loved each other really.

Okay, I am dead tired so I’m going to leave you with a couple of photos.


That’s my very cluttered desk which I returned to and that moustache cup has my miso soup :3



And here’s me with lots of eyeliner enjoying that amazing organic miso soup.



And lastly, are these amazing cupcakes that I WISH I could be eating right now – plus this post has a slight Harry Potter theme to it.

Until tomorrow,


PS: Catch my song of the day here. Today’s is the song my house sang for the competition this night.