Grease is the word...

Yesterday was my first encounter of the 50's rock musical by name of Grease. It was in the form of a drama camp musical called Stage Left that enlist children ages 8 and up.

Needless to say, the musical does not give me the electric excitement I would usually feel in most theatre productions.

To be sure, it was an ok musical with an ok cast that have some people I know and respect.

But let's face it: it stunk.

It now leaves me to think that the movie must be far superior, though I've never watched it, but after seeing the plot yesterday, I don't think it'll change my opinion of what I thought it was before.

i give it a ** out of ****

Sorry Stage Left, but I'm sure High School might like your credits.

Chinese Mayhem

Ok, today was a little crazy today...

Like, my class was supposed to memorize this dialogue (a really loooong one) for this skit that's part of our curriculum. I practiced last night with my dad ( who says that out of 100 chinese people who knew Mandarin pin-yin, he's above the other 99 people. He's words, not mine), but all I've succeeded is improving my pin-yin. "And it's not Bu-juo!, it's Bu-Tsuo," when trying to pronounce "Bucuo", which means good. Less than "Hao," but better than "Mama-Huhu."

Anyway, at our first break after the first hour, my friend and I went to the book store to buy some chocolate (King-size only 1$!!!!) when I happen to run into a sort-of-acquaintance-sort-of-friend guy by name of Blake. I happen to kind of like him, so it really sent the rest of my hour into 'Miss Mary Sunshine' mode.

At second hour, Lao-shi (teacher) was telling us our vocabulary for a quiz tomorrow, and everone keeps on asking "what are we doing?" or "Where is this on the paper?" She thinks that we know that we're supposed to write it down. It was made known just how many people weren't paying attention to her when she asked each of us what vocab comes next.

OMG, there was these two guys, one a caucasion, one chinese-american from Sacremento, and they seemed kind of dense. At least the white can count...

The first one, by name of Nate (a pseudonym for protection purposes) was actually smarter than the other one in terms of saying chinese out loud, but he sure can't write for tofu, no siree.

As for the other one and why he can't count, well when we asked the question how many female students and how many male students in the class, he said "Ba nu xue sheng, si (4) nan sheng."

There are 8 MALE students and FOUR FEMALE students. He either mixed up genders or just can't count in chinese.

Our teacher said, "Oh, Peter. Learning how to count is even more important than learning Chinese." Oh, don't worry, she didn't say that in a mean way. More funny than anything.

And as for Nate. "Nate, if you can't say this one correctly, then it's no recess for you!" Since WHEN DID WE HAVE RECESS, EH COLLEGE CLASSMATE?!?!?

Really funny.

And at our second break, one guy in our class, let's call him Jack, was trying to get some hot cheetos from a vending machine, but it was blocked by a bag of Fritos, so my friend Joanna gave him a two dollars so that he could buy the Fritos for her AND the cheetos for him. I pressed the buttons for it, but since nobody asked me to do that, it was pretty rude now that I think about it. Especially when pressing the WRONG BUTTONS!

That was my biggest freak-out ever...