Family Day

Two Saturdays ago, my school organized a fundraiser carnival called Family Day.

At the outset I was feeling quite unenthusiastic and unexcited about the Family Day especially when my class decided to open a haunted house to raise funds during the fête. Haunted house? Really? I sniggered at the idea.

Preparations were carried out at a pretty slow rate. Yes we had short meetings and stuff during school hours but most of them were unproductive. No one seemed to care about this project at all.

Not to be discouraging or anything, I had a feeling that this haunted house project would fail like the other projects that we tried to organize, i.e. class trip, senior class page etc. I love my class but I still stand by my opinion that I made last year that we are a totally divided class — males at one end, females at the other end, Malays one side, Chinese the other side and Indians OUTSIDE! (I am sarcastically referring to my classmate, Sakti so please don’t do a HINDRAF rally outside my house.) And the reason why 5 Zeta is indisputably the most quiet class in the school is because we are so divided!

It was not until Friday, the day before the Family Day that things started to look promising. The banners my classmates drew and colored were up. The necessary items for our ghost house were bought. Everyone was working. I saw, for the first time, teamwork amongst us.

We started off by covering the windows with newspapers so that it was dark on the inside. Everyone was doing the windows so I felt quite useless as I was too short to reach the freaking window! All I could do was help cut the cellotape. I was pathetically bored. I looked around the almost pitch black classroom and noticed several obituaries coincidentally pasted on the windows. And then I had this brilliant idea — WHY NOT PASTE THE OBITUARIES ON THE OUTSIDE SO EVERYBODY CAN SEE?! I initially planned to stick only one or two just to scare the onlookers but I made a fucking huge collage from all the obituaries I could find in the newspaper in the end. Sedikit-sedikit lama-lama menjadi bukit! HAHAHAHA.

Am I awesome or what?!

May they rest in peace!

To my surprise, my awesome collage actually gained quite a lot of attention. Everyone who walked pass the classroom surely has something to say about it. The PTA President, on the contrary, laughed at it. Cis! After all my hard work, I get a LAUGH?

I stayed back at school until 4:30PM that day. Khairunissa, Farah, Huey Yi and I were doing the promotional posters outside. While we were at it, we were able to see the comic expressions of the little 7^th and 8^th graders and eavesdrop on what they have to say about the collage I made as they passed by the corridor. It was like watching Just For Laughs Gags live!

So there was this small petite guy who had the shock of his life when he turned his head and looked over his shoulder— lo and behold— my majestic wall of obituaries. Mad funny! You should have seen his face! It was classic! Too bad I didn’t have a camcorder with me.

And then there was this girl, unaware that the four of us were watching, went up to the collage and fucking KISSED Michael Jackson! Omg. Afraid that it would tear, I immediately shouted “Ei! Don’t kiss kiss all lar… it’s very fragile. I took 4 hours to complete it”. And then she ran away…

HAHAHAHA

Damn proud of my wall.

Noticed our haunted house banner flying graciously between the two poles?

Our food stall menu. Lol.

I was the spokesperson for my class. Yes, I was the guy who was out there screaming “5 Zeta’s haunted house! 5 Zeta’s haunted house!” shamelessly and endlessly. I know you guys love me My most favorite line has got to be:

5 Zeta’s haunted house!!! Do not waste your money, time and energy lining up at some useless stall. Just line up for our haunted house! Come on people, we need your support!

that made the whole crowd stop and stare… like literally (not the OneRepublic song yea). I should win best promoter or something!

Yelling like nobody’s business. Quite a stress reliever actually.

I was probably the most annoying human being ever existed in school the other day. As long as it brings high revenue to 5 Zeta, I can shout the whole day!!! And I was doing that from 8:30AM till 2:30PM and my voice didn’t even turn hoarse. Fuhhh! Gifted!!!!!

Look what I’ve found from the Subang Utama’s blog.

At first when I saw this picture I was like WHO THE HELL IS THAT DRUNK-LOOKING RETARD AT THE BACKGROUND?! And then I realized— it’s me! HAHAHAHA. Look at how everybody seemed to be doing their own thing and I was basically promoting to the wall.

This time I am equipped with a MIC!!! Hahahahaha.

Will you just look at the crowd?! Hah, thanks to my awesome promotional skills.

There was one time our line was so long that it reached our neighboring haunted house. I kept insulting our arch rival 3 Zeta how they had almost no customers at. Ha ha. It was so fun!

But the people of 3 Zeta are really awesome lah. They do not hold grudges and all UNLIKE THEIR CLASS TEACHER, PN. JAMUNESWARY. One of them even bought cookies from our food stall. I like kind people.

Ugh. I have a feeling that Pn. Jamunes hates me. She gave me the “how dare you insult my class?! you watch out!” glare.

Cik Suhana, my form teacher WHO READS MY BLOG.

After we took this picture she softly told me,

Post kat blog ye? *grins*

HAHAHAHAHA. I was like okaaaaaaaaaaay. So I guess she’ll be visiting my blog for the second time anytime soon or probably already have been.

I LOVE YOU TEACHER!!! PLEASE

GIVE ME AN A+ FOR BIOLOGY.

It’s worth a try. Ha ha…

Ju Yinn and I

myself and Emily

Guess who I met waiting in line to get into the 5 Zeta’s haunted house?! — FARHANA!!! I quietly walked behind her and tapped her on the shoulder. She turned around, gasped and then embraced me with a hug (aww). I got squeezed a little too hard I almost burst This reminds me of June 30^th, 2006.

myself and Farhana

And guess who else I met the other day?

Wan Jun and I

So okay, he is wayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy taller than me now. I know we had issues and stuff before he left for Canada but somehow I was happy to see him again. We used to be great friends especially during my first year of high school but no longer click once in 8^th grade.

2006

WHY DO I STILL LOOK THE SAME AFTER THREE YEARS WHEN EVERYONE ELSE SEEMS TO LOOK DIFFERENT IN ONE WAY OR ANOTHER?! No wait, I do not. I smile more nowadays Seriously, last time I was like some moody, emo, depressed, heartbroken kid 24/7. Really glad that I’ve changed into a more easy-going and confident person. I’ve moved on. Heeeeeeeee. AND SPEAKING OF CONFIDENCE…..

I was daaaamn pissed off when a number of people came up to me and asked:

HEY! HAVE YOU SEEN WAN JUN?! OMG! HE’S FREAKING TALLER THAN YOU!

Wtf. Well… first of all, I am not blind. Secondly, I don’t give a damn. Go get a life other than being my personal height alarm y’all! In my dictionary…

SHORT IS THE NEW TALL.

I AM PROUD TO BE 5 FT. 5″ SO SHUT THE HELL UP. I don’t understand why must I be the one laughed at when there are many other people in this world shorter than me. I am after all still taller than average dwarfs you know!

Come on shorties! STAND UP AND SHOW WHO’S BOSS. Grrrrrr…

But I digress!

Apart from Farhana and Wan Jun, I was also pleasantly surprised to meet several of my elementary schoolmates such as Jeremy Loh, Stephen Ee, Daniel Lim, Ji Kin… just to name a few. Glad that they still remember me. And I never knew Stephen is a friend of Hon Sang!!! Hahahaha.

Our haunted house was officially closed at 2:20PM. Thirty minutes before it was shut down, I shouted and promoted like a lunatic as a last-ditch attempt to expand the already-huge crowd. At 2:00PM, the line was so long that Yongming had to ask me to shut up before it gets even longer. HAHAHA.

By 3:00PM, all the cookies from our food stall were sold off. Mad happy.

Indian Muslim (roti canai!), Chinese (char kuey teow!), Indian (curry chicken!) and Peranakan (assam laksa!). MULTIRACIAL OR NOT?!

Ripping the newspapers off the windows

What makes my class so unique is our diverse culture, different races and varied beliefs and how we are unified as one by an integrating agent— the Zetarific spirit (what?! don’t say it’s lame. I am merely quoting the back of my class’ t-shirt)  You can see the diversity in our haunted house itself; we have black ghost, white ghost, brown ghost, yellow ghost, pocongs, pontianaks, vampires and etc. I didn’t know what a pocong is until Farah became one. See… I learnt something new.

Pocong #1.  Pocong #2 is behind me! Ha ha.
P.S. Don’t I look better without glasses?

When all our arch rivals priced their tickets at $2, we boldly priced ours at $3. When the other stalls raced among each other to reduce their price of goods as the event was about to end, we fearlessly increased ours. We gambled and at the end of the day, we helped raised a grand total of RM2485! We even surpassed our target of a thousand! WHOO HOO.

This is certainly a defining moment for 5 Zeta that we can all be so proud of. It was the teamwork, pioneering spirit and on going optimism that was in all of us that made us a powerful unit to be reckoned with. Every single person in 5 Zeta has played their respective roles in making this project an absolute success. Although not the highest in sales (we are still in the top 5 standing by the way), we have proven to everyone that we are more than just a bunch of nerds, study freaks, suck-ups and teacher’s pet. In a nutshell, I think we all came out of this stronger and closer and most of all, we did this as a team.

I don’t know about the rest but I am so proud to be able to wear the purple and white T-shirt with the big trademark Z that bears all of our names. Glad that I did not opt for a transfer last year.

Oh and thanks to those who have supported my classmates and I by visiting our stalls and taking the time to queue up for our haunted house I hope the coupons you had wasted on 5 Zeta was worth every single bit of it.

5 Zeta, graduating class of 2009 (4 more months people! Persevere!)