Oriental eyes.

Beauty is eye of the beholder.

During English period, we discussed about some better descriptions on sentences.

"How bout nose?" "Red!" Chang Chong said. "Red? No, that's Rudolph! Rudolph the red nose reindeer." And Puan Hyacinth started singing.

"Don't say big breasted," LMAO. "Use the word, voluptuous. It can be called as sexual harassment one you know!" She said, as we talked about body figures. "Models are all flat, or else when they walked," She shook her hands from left to right. "It will be all swinging." LMAO.

Chinese period was really fun too. Well, at least from this year onwards, there'll be not mistaken me as Yen Theng (or vice versa), or me as Xiang Ting (or vice versa), or my name being spoken wrongly even again. LOL. That used to be Puan Chan's mistake. Puan Chong is teaching us, she is indeed a funny lady. She speaks with such a fluent, and proper chinese! Unlike we, so-called chinese do.

"Look like me, sounds like me, but that's not me." She said, referring to the fact that we, Malaysia's chinese, even though we talk in chinese, we write in chinese, we're not, exactly Chinese.

“许多学生都把我的名字念成，这个... 脏.”

“大马，中国没说成大中国，或者大美国，大印度。” “每次推销我国时都说，我们三大民族，和平相处。 你知道中国有多少种民族吗？ 56。”

LMAO.

Sejarah teacher, Puan Tea is a not bad teacher, at least she looked kind. But, I truly miss Mr Vejayan a lot. I miss the way he teaches without any homework, text book or notes. I miss the way he said, BULLSHIT all the time. I miss debating with him about GIRLS ARE GOOD, BUT BOYS ARE BETTER. I miss all his damn ridiculous joke. I'm afraid this year's Sejarah might really be a year of, sleeping in class. Hopefully not!

I remembered the first day Mr Vejayan came into our class. He wrote on the board, saying he has a chinese name.

Wee Jay Yen. "I'm Jay Chou's brother!"

We all enjoyed the first lesson with him so much. No offence, but I definitely still do, compare to our current teacher. Maybe I've not known her well yet, maybe. Oh well.