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Name: Yat Hin
Country: Hong Kong
Birthday: 9/6/1989
Gender: Male
Interests: Play computer games, listen to J-Rock, football, basketball, badminton, table tennis... and forgetting stuff.. =P
Occupation: Student
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Member Since:
10/6/2002
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| Out of the blue, when nothing seemed to be happening... an entry to this ancient weblog happens!
Meh. At work, during lunch break and finding something to do. In fact, I might do this more often.
It has been many a year since I've last updated. My last entry was about finishing GCSEs and now I'm in what could possibly be my last Summer holiday; I've just finished my second year of university, studying Computer Science at University of York. Now I'm in Hong Kong working at my father's workplace for the Summer until around the start or mid September. Mon - Sat, 8am - 6pm. Fun.
I've had a rather forgettable first year and second year at university. When I look back at it now, I feel like I haven't really enjoyed it that much. Be it with money, friends, love... I seem a bit out of touch. I guess it's because I've pretty much left my feelings alone for too many years. Matured thinking, less matured feeling.
I feel like I'm getting stabbed in the heart when I think back at that day or about them, but it's not something I'd wish to share at the moment. Some wounds just don't heal. Or that quickly anyway.
So... I think I'll change this godforsakingly awful layout and be less emo and more... artistic? Hopefully I'll be keeping up with this weblog and share some more positive thoughts.
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| Seems like I haven't touched this weblog for 2 weeks. Sister taken over
my computer during the 2 weeks of Christmas holidays and I spent most
of the time doing nothing. The first week of school was darn tiring
(like all first weeks of school usually are) and when I came back home,
I just didn't bother updating my xanga.
Anyway, I got back some Yr11 photos (the only year that photos are
taken in my school) and I thought "Geez... I never look good on photo".
After a while of looking at the whole year photo, I just didn't feel
proud to be part of this school. I'd, by far, rather be known as a KGV
GCSEs graduate than a BCS (Buxton Community School) GCSEs graduate. I'd
rather take a photo with people who I can respect. People who do not
mess up classes and spit on the floor.
Afterwards, I saw Gene log onto MSN messenger, but then logged off not
long afterwards. That's when I decided to look at his Xanga. I read a
few recent ones and I couldn't really understand any of it. Then, I
read some of the comments to his blogs and most of them seem to
understand his recent post. Suddenly, I just felt rather detached from
people I know in KGV (or used to be in KGV).
I thought about things a bit. Where do I belong? I don't know. Do you
have to belong to somewhere? No, but I'd rather have somewhere to
belong to. Do I want to go back to HK? I'd like to go back and study in
KGV, but calculating all the other factors, I think it just isn't worth
it.
People I know in KGV have moved on and changed. I try to keep
myself the same, but in doing so, I (as naiive as I am) have decided
not to come in contact with people in my school that much, because I
didn't want to be influenced that much.
I dunno, I just feel rather puzzled with these kind of things, but then
I guess, some questions just can't be answerred, and you'll just have
to live on. I'll just have to make the best out of situations.
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| Sufferring... pain... Only 1.5 legs left...
So, I was playing football yesterday for Burbage against Chesterfield
Colts. After playing for about 5mins, one of our strikers had a bad
back and couldn't play anymore, so I was substitued in. About 5-10mins
later, a nice high through ball was delivered by a fellow teammate, so
I ran as fast as I could towards it. What I didn't notice was that the
opposition goalkeeper was running out too. The goalkeeper then did a
high slide tackle and I ran into it. His studs got into my left thigh
and scratched my right thigh.When all this happened, I really didn't
know what was going on, as I couldn't see anything but white when that
happened. Then, I couldn't feel my legs, but I know that they were
still there. Moments later, the pain started rushing through my legs
and I laid there. The "physio" (not really trained) helped me off the
pitch as I can't really walk off without help. The referee, being a
half awake twelve year-old said that I was off-side before the foul
came in, so he didn't get a card. As far as I remember, I had to run
past defenders before I got to the ball.=/
The manager asked me if I could carry on play. I said that I should be
able to carry on, if he gave me a bit of time. So, there I was, limping
along the pitch with a half dead left leg and a numb-ish right leg.
Then walking, then slight jogging, while watching the football match
continue. One of our other striker scored a goal and our goalkeeper
saved a penalty. The injury didn't seem like it wasn't that much of a
problem and half-time came. The manager asked if I was able to play
now, and I said that I was can play. I was put back onto the pitch for
the next 40mins. At the end, we won 3-2.
When I got back home, my leg was pretty much dead. Once you moved it,
pain just poured out of it. Afterall, I did just sit in the car for one
hour. So I limped my way back up to the computer and played on it for a
while.
My brother and his friends then came back and got some pizza and chips,
which we ate for dinner. After that, one of my brother's friend
ploughed his way through the D&D 3.5 rules for about 3-4hours and
we just had a run-through of how the game actually works. Then they
left at 12 and I went to bed.
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| Ah yes. One year and 3 months of laziness on this weblog. Great.
I've just done all my mock exams (except French Listening which comes
on the Thursday). There were two weeks of mock exams, where if you
don't have an exam, you can stay at home. The first week was packed
with exams and this week, I only have 3 exams. Anyway...
There was a day called Pink Day. It's a day when you have to wear your
school uniform and can replace any part of the school uniform with
something pink, eg. a pink tie, pink trousers, pink shirt etc. This
year, it was on the 21st of October. This is what I did to myself to:
Yay. Pink hair.
Actually, quite a lot of people did pink hair, but I think my pink hair looks the most flurecent and pink. Just have a look:
(Excuse the unfocusness)
If you haven't known, I've joined a local football club. Burbage U15.
Last week was the only week I've seen the club lose a match. It was
5-0. =/ Seems like 2 weeks of no competitve match really does make a
team go moosey.
Well, today I'm going to go to school only for the lunchtime to play
the staff vs. pupil basketball game. Hopefully I'll get some baskets.
Tommorow, I'm going to go to the doctor's/nurse's to get injections and
have a health talk. *shivers* needles....
Update: Basketball match: Staff 20 - Pupils 12 (I scored one basket)
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| hey ppl...
well.. today was my first day of school... I was suppose to start at 10:10am.... but me and my bro got there when the school usually starts, which is 9:10am.... we sat in the library for an hour....
The strange thing was... that you couldn't really find silence anywhere... even the library was a bit noisey...
When it was 10:10... my bro left me at my form room... I didn't know any of the people in the form... because when I was educated in England... I was with the current Year 9s.... so... I think I'm the youngest in the class...
well... during registration... the teacher handed out all the timetables except for mine... because I'm a newcomer , so they haven't printed out my timetable... The head of year got me a copy of the timetable of my last 3 lessons of the day, because those were the only lessons that we were going to take today...
The people there were pretty friendly.... but they were also kinda wild... not so well mannerred... Most of the people there had their ties done up in a funny, weird fashion... it's like the usual tie... done up with a very big "knot" part... and really short "tail"... which was really loose on the neck part... if you get what I mean.... The strange thing was... that the school allowed that kinda thing...
The timetable's a bit different compared to the one in KGV.... it's P(eriod)1, P2, break, P3, lunch, P4, P5... and somehow... the lessons seem to feel shorter than the ones in KGV....
My first lesson was Physics... the substitute teacher speant at least 1/3 of his time looking for work... the students don't seem as clever as the ones in KGV... because they don't really read the text... or at least, the teacher doesn't tell them to.... also... the head of year got me a copy of the full timetable during the lesson...
Lunch..... there's this lunch system in Buxton Community School... basically... every student got a lunch card (except me... because I was new.. =/)... you put money into the card... ... and then queue up... take the things you want... and the person behind the counter would deduct money from the lunch card..... so it's like what you would do if you were using the photocopying machine in KGV....
After lunch... I had RE (Religious Education... just the same as RS)... the teacher said that we wouldn't need to do any hwk throughout the course (which is wonderful)... I don't think you guys wanna know what the whole course about.... so lets move on...
The last lesson of the day was German... and I found out what kind of daft questions the students would ask..... here's a good one: "Where do we put the title?" obviously.... it would be at the top of the page.... the students don't even seem to put their hands up to ask questions or make a statement....
all in all... I felt unconfortable moving into a school like this....
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