diary of life in uk (part 1)

''Mum! I've got an interview! To the UK! Ain't I just brilliant!!''
''... So I guess you don't want aunty Julie's recommendations then''
''I just don't want to wear that uniform again... I'm too old for it.''


Memories:

There I sat at that oval table, silent as I was, while I waited for my fate to be decided... Facing me were the heads of the science department and the head of year... (I ended up as a focus of concern...)
''You know you underacheived, William and as a matter of fact you got the lowest grades of the year Could you explain with a good reason?''
(In the deepest possible truth, no. There was a lot more disencouragement from the teachers than encouragement. In addition, I don't want to becme a doctor as I learn to accept as a fact.''
''You know you would end up repeating the AS again... ''
(There was nothing I could say... As I knew that was the case.)
The next day I chose what I shall do as a repeat and apart from dropping chemistry and physics, I took up french and chinese. My parents knew it happened and said nothing. (for nothing could be said anyway) That night I was virtually sleepless.
I went to my private tutor and told him I was ''raped'' He told me to just work and everything would be fine.
I happened to have taken up a part-time job as an native speaking tutor (although it only lasted 1 month and fired on my birthday...)
It was christmas and I was working hard. (Although my mama was not convinced that his son would be okay) That christmas was one I wouldn't want to remember as I haven't managed to deal with the ''loss of face'.
Soon came January, and the beginning of retakes... (I was only preparing for one exam until told I was doing a total of 7... All of a sudden just before christmas=.=) I also ended up ''skiving'' for the first time in my life (Actually I misread on my timetable ''free'' instead of ''french''. So that morning I went to the library happily to revise my physics. In fact I was caught by my french teacher just before the start of an exam and was scolded for a length of 5 mins... Only to be saved by an invigilator passing by.(Hallelujah!!) )
It was the end of exams, then came my mock oral for french. That week I went to research on World War I and yet... My teacher who seemed to have no sense of history talked the whole time about the Vichy government. She also signed me up for an ''One day intensive french course'' Finally I realised I had to turn to my wonderful form tutor M.L as well the all so sensitive head of year Mme B.
March:
I finally got my results and apart from biology, i was ''raped'' again by chemistry and physics (why I just love biology...orz) I told my teacher Ms Lee that I was just off an A and there I received a look of bewilderment and amazement(How can this lazy ass get a B... Although the other second year got an A... And she at least looks like she's working) I told my other bio teacher and this time I received a more... calm look with the phrase I would always keep in mind... ''stay humble, you are not there yet''
My dad and I had another ''discussion'' But only this time I had to reiterate that I'm not going to do medicine. Not so long after, my mum told me I was enrolled in a foundation course and leaving in April. Then it seemed like I've wasted the months working hard... Thinking I will get the good grades and then apply for uni... So we had a ''row'' and this time dad was suprisingly diplomatic... I would stay till june and see what happens then.

June
Exams coming!! After working hard I still had to talk to Mme B for reassurance that I would not be ''harassed'' before an entry to an exam... My french teacher definitely had a LONG talk with Mme B. My mood was strangely calm... relaxed while my ''mates'' were stressing out.
I finished my exams two weeks before my mates. After my brother who finally finished school (Boarding for a 12 yr old alone seemed just too much) We went to the US for the summer. I came back in mid-august to receive my results... they were hmm... okay... and I realised that I am heading for Australia in October.

Foundation Course
So this is the uni i've been dreaming for so long to get into... After the introductions and registration it was the first day of the semester. Strangely, I was anything but excited... But it was here where I met people whom I could call ''friends'' and hopefully one day I shall see them again in my lifetime...
It was here in my place of birth that I passed my 18th birthday, alone. So I have turned from a ''boy'' to a ''man'' and it was also here I met the most(at least in my eyes unchallenged) beautiful Ms Blue Ice. (mysterious voice: don't get too carried away) She had what seem the most perfect pararbola of a face line and her nose seemed like the that golden triangle, and her eyes so inducing. She was like beauty in the best possible form, so natural that makes make - up like icing on a cake... And for the first time, I blushed, and then I lost my ability of speech. I did not dare look up...
Since I was Australian, I would never get deported so one day I decided to skip class and got a haircut... My hair I must say was a total mess. After my cut I, ended up at the Blue Ice Cafe to surf the net. There she was again... She said my haircut was good. (One can never imagine the joy of receiving such words... I felt the desire to scream in joy and my heart beated like that wild horse as well as that rush of adrenaline... Even though I only managed to mutter a word of thanks...) From then on i went to exactly the same place where i got the cut.
Altough it seemed like everthing was perfect and running smoothly, in reality it was not, I soon felt for some strange reason I don't want to be here, I wanted to complete my A-Levels for once and for all. I skipped classes every now and then and instead turned to the library where I can bury myself in books.(It was how I aquired an interest for quantum physics, and the parallel universe.) At exactly the same time, I had problems with my homestay... And at that point I refused to go to attend lessons let alone lectures. I moved as was expected and necessary, I talked to Vinchi(May God Bless Her orz) I told her about wanting to leave for the UK, but in the end... After being beaten at my own game of being chilish and unreasonable, She (pretty much literally) shouted me into the first semester exams... Again orz I passed biology in that 3 day rush of revision. As expected my GPA was low and my attendence fell from 99.9% to a whipped 60%... I had another one of those 'meetings' again, this time with the course director. (Meanwhile my mum was writing letters to make me stay in the course although she already knows I want to leave)
I expressed I cannot cope any longer and I want to leave... (suprisingly the first person to back me was my english teacher who I have shown anything but respect... She seemed to guess this was a move i'll make sooner or later...) At the same time i was at the odds with my parents...
Vinchi... was there again, when I needed somebody to cry to...(You lucky bastard... you won a lottery by just having a friend like that) I was going back to same lessons although I was basically became non - existent, while Vinchi was fighting to raise her attendence level from 70% to 80%XDD =.=(She was more or less ''sick'' for most of the first semester.)
In April I was finally kicked out(=.= who in the world would want that to happen?) of the course XDDD =.='' So I started looking for schools on the net in the UK. I was talking to Vinchi again whom I would love to call ''sis'' and for some reason till now which I can't explain she has a calmness and order which I would no doubt listen to, just as well as a firmness of support I've always tried to get. She was doing her bio hwk(where the teacher is so ''strict'' that every answer in the exercise had to be in sentences and usually up to at least 2 pages of A4 - I tried getting away with short one word answers and the whole class got scolded for at least 30 minutes Menopause~=mood fluctuations orz) I told her I had quit the course and made the confessions within me. For some strange reason, if she knew my mum, she would more or less look like as if she was hired by my mum to take care of me(After all she was and is still the only one that i would unconditionally listen to as she was always able to remain rational.)
謎 之 聲 : 有 異 性 無 人 性 ... Not long afterwards my parents came,
and after finishing packing up, I went with mum and bro to the USA.

Real or fictional?

USA: One Last Time

After twenty odd hours of flight from Australia to the USA, I was jet-lagged.
I saw whom I almost guessed would be there: My two uncles and two cousins. Perhaps I was stressed about that offer from the UK or I just had a bad sense of humour, the cousin whom I was meant to say something like "you look prettier than the last time I saw you" "my all so pretty cousin" etc I landed her with a "you look exactly the same as before, and... either I got taller or you got shorter..." (mysterious voice: You... mean ass!!)

I knew I needed a haircut, so on this day I went along with my mum and aunt to this...er... 'functional' hairdresser. The assistants were... Assistants!! XDD
(But I do miss the ones I saw at my hairdresser in Australia...) So there I was laying back for my hair to be washed along with a badly timed bad stomach. There I laid, eyes closed, then suddenly I felt... something sharp on my scalp... moving constantly up and down. ''When would this stop'' I want to cry. Then it seemed it was over, as if my cries were heard by the angels... Only this time it was worse... All of a sudden my legs were gripped hard ... A ''body massage'' was coming up...
And I there I laid, deprived of all my strength and mental will... I surrendered and was ''raped'' for the next twenty minutes which to me felt like a lifetime.(At the same time my aunt was going ''Harder! Harder! Ooo...Yes!!'' - She had all that er... 'meat' of course she wanted it harder Meanwhile my mum seemed to fall asleep...)
After going through this ''luxury'' I was seated where I was attended to by this guy who's hair was... like as if he flushed his head in the toilet and run it flat with a lawn mower... It was anything but stylish...=.=
Having lost my confidence I told him to ''trim'' my hair without altering the original shape, but when he finished, my hair was no longer perfect and circular but a corner at one side and a curve at the other... I just wanted to cry... (This would never get me a word of praise from the all so beautiful blue ice...)

So be it I have a bad 'cut' [technically it should be called a shave]

That year if I remember correctly was the wedding of my cousin's cousin (So... distant...)

My uncle suddenly decided to take me and bro out to the museums. (Although we ended up realising that the lines were a 'bit' long - in fact we only arrived at noon=.=) We ended up somewhere near Conie Island for ''lunch'' (sigh* Hot dogs, phosphoric acid and oily fried potato strips(aka fries) - The AMERICAN diet orz) We walked the beach for no more than... twenty minutes and so we were hastily driving back towards Manhattan... While it was this gloomy day that a politician was shot. We stopped for a while, while my uncle took a fag. Meanwhile I just walked across the street to find a washroom... (mysterious voice: You bloody idiot!! there some psycho with a gun on loose!! [I should then get a medal for bravery or ultra foolishness.]) When I came back, I immediately knew I scared the living shit out of my uncle.. XDD (mysterious voice: How could you still laugh? Hey!! I am still alive to type this so why not? XDDD)
While we were on the way back, he played the songs of Sam Hui and then all of a sudden he said: [You know the song yeah? it's saying that people like you shouldn't just leave so quickly when you heard 1997 handover] I thought to myself: aren't you also one of us who fled HK? You fled the economic crisis. You just suck as much as we do.=.=

Before that night in which I leave for UK, I was ''summonned'' by Da Ye Ma
There was a sour taste in the atmosphere. Something would pop up sooner or later.
''Well, well I know i wouldn't see you for the next few years. Just some words of advice''
Words of ''advice''. Hmm... Bring it on
''You know, you're so lucky. Absolutely Lucky! First Australia and now UK ''
What kinda advice is this meant to be? Sounds like some sour fruit to me.=.=
In any case I demonstrated my best ability of remaining silent We'll see... We'll see

The next day we left for the UK and a week later was the interview. So this was it... The College A victorian building of flats where the first two floors were occupied by the college I went upstairs to see whom was to become my maths teacher... A lady in somewhat very stylish clothes and a heavy scent of perfume in which I nearly choked in... Aside in the ''reception'' was CC our ''Dr Evil'' and head of chemistry. aside was K.G
our *cough* all so loving, caring, mother-like, graceful, gentle Director of Studies orz (providing you have the chocolates at hand)

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A 70% true account...

本篇文章已被 willyho 於 Dec 3 2004, 15:03 編輯過