Today, was the Home Economics Practical Test.
I am very proud to say that I:
Chopped a broccoli
Fried garlic
Washed pots, pans, a spatula, plates, et cetera.
Washed and dried the sink for, three times, if I'm not wrong
I didn't do much cooking at all. Lol. Jun Yuan did that. I think he was afraid I'd ruin it. Oh well.
Christine and Joelly, the other half that makes up our group. They are peeling potatoes and chopping long beans. They
Ming Yao with a wok.
Aaron.
Cooking in progress.
Christine & Joelly's
Jun Yuan & Mine.
I am very proud to say (I spelt more than half my time) washing all these. LOL.
Aaron and Yeow Yong washing up. (Yeow Yong and I had the same fate. We were washing the dishes and utensils, just like dishwashers, while our partners were the chefs. Hahaha)
I think it looks not bad, not bad at all.
During Art today 陈医生 -rolls eyes- was bragging to us again. He is absolutely OBLIVIOUS to our sarcasm. Oh and on top of that, he has no sense of shame at all.
He said he didn't want to work in our school anymore because the students infuriate him. Good riddance, finally. So many good teachers are leaving. Finally there's one that DESERVES to leave. So I kept asking him if he's going to resign and he just "hehehe-ed" me and didn't really answer my question.
Shooting meeting after school. Read The Host before the meeting began. It's an awesome book. Vivid descriptions, metaphors so elegant that I'll never ever think of them myself. The plot is... invigorating too. I want to write like this. The only downside of this book is, I get confused sometimes. But I think I'm more or less able to grab hold and capture the gist.
Meeting lasted from 2.12pm to 4.24pm. I took the meeting minutes. It was raining after school, so nice. Naturally, I was hungry since I didn't have my lunch. Went over to buy fries. Saw Shao Yan, Zhihao and I can't remember the other guy's name. Left after that, saw Jerald at the bus stop. We took the coolest 157 ever.
There was this bar counter and two stools. Since I had food, we sat there so I could eat.
The rest of the bus. THOSE ARE SOFAS OKAY.
You can't really see the screen, but it's playing music and when you on your Bluetooth, it sends you the song(s) that are playing on the bus. Uber coolness.
I want to type on an excerpt from The Host.
Excerpt from The Host by Stephenie Meyer.
(On Wanderer's soul)
Darren's hand moved into view, the silver gleam of an awaking soul in his cupped palm.
Fords never saw an exposed soul without being struck by the beauty of it.
The soul shone in the brilliant lights of the operating room, brighter than the reflective silver instrument in his hand. Like a living ribbon, she twisted and ripped, stretching, happy to be free of the cryotank. Her thin, feathery attachments, nearly a thousand of them, billowed softly like pale silver hair. Though they were all lovely, this one seemed particularly graceful to Fords Deep Waters.
Nice, isn't it. :)
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