RHYS IS STAYING IN VIETNAM :))))))
See, he was given the choice of staying in 'Nam with his parents' really close friends, or following his parents to China and starting anew. With new subjects, 'cause the school he might've gone to was even smaller than BIS.
Anyway, I am glad. Now we'll have the time to become good friends and everything!

I quite like Rhys, though :) He's always super nice to me! He greets me affectionately without provocation and engages me in conversation and this one time, when I was playing basketball with all the Sports Leaders, he passed the ball to me loads :) which is more than I can say for most of the other SLs. He is one heckuva nice guy.

Anyway, today was International Day. I dressed up as an American thug :) I borrowed boxers and jeans from Christian and a beanie from Ariefy. And during form period, I got Da Eun to draw me a gun with a purple colourpencil and cut it out. And I took one of Ms Anna Berney/Ms Natalie Foster's photocopy forms 'cause it was green; it was my tarjeta verde! Haha so at that point I became an illegal Mexican thug (Tu dineros o tu vida, pendejo!). I didn't come off as very thuggish, though. Mainly because my jeans weren't very baggy and my bling consisted of a tasteful silver crown and the cutest cross-section of a wooden elephant.
Later, we helped out at the Latin Cafe. I helped mix drinks ahahah. Hanh says she can see me pursuing a career in bartending, and I wouldn't mind, really. After awhile we ran out of red stuff, so Charlotte passed off what was basically spiked orange smoothies as 'virgin margaritas'.

I made a friend yesterday! I went to Evita's with Jasmine and her new best friend, Paige. She's funny, I like her. We talked about boobs (Jasmine is bigger than me now) and unstandardised bra sizes and 'ho-bags and plastic people and facial features. Oh, and what we'd say/show on Jasmine's wedding day (Oh, but she had that penis removed, so not to worry).

For the longest time, I got the feeling Hanh really didn't want me to see her English essays. :( Whenever I asked, she'd give me some half-assed line about them 'not being very good', which we all know is half-assed because 1) it's hanh, and 2) Da Eun tells me Mr Dave photocopies Hanh's essays for the rest of the class and praises her silly. And Hanh usually never minds the examining of her work by other people! She's known around the common room as the one you go to when you need to copy homework last minute, y'know?

Da Eun and I haven't been hangin' out much. :( In fact, during school hours, I'm hardly with the Koreans! Before form period, I talk to the white peepz or to the phumybuddies, I lunch with the Koreans, and after lunch I talk to the white peepz or the phumybuddies. I don't know if it's just that we don't have very much in common anymore, or that I've more in common with the white peepz/pmbuddies.
Nah, I can still talk to Da Eun lots. The catching-up sleepover we had yesterday is proof of that. So we've decided to meet up at least once a year when we get into uni, just so we don't completely lose touch. 'Cause Da Eun's one of those special friends with whom you can just continue where you left off after long periods away from each other. :)

Katrina is tonedeaf!
On wednesday after drama, Reefy and I were singing in the common room, and she came over and told us that she had initially not given a poop about music, but prolonged exposure to tunes via our random singing has made her appreciate it/kinda like it. :) So then I asked her what she heard when she sang, and if she thought what she sings matches what she hears, and she told me she can hear the difference between notes (higher and lower), but she can't exactly place them. I wonder what it sounds like in her head. I reckon what I hear is different from what she hears, since she can't determine where exactly the notes are on the scale.
[hyperbole]I don't think I could survive without music.[/hyperbole] It's just such an integral part of me, y'know? I just... couldn't.
So anyway, I proposed fixing her. I've taught her how to match what she's singing with what she hears (resonance in her ears), so that's a start. I told her we were going to meet up periodically for lessons. It wasn't really working out in the common room. Everyone was either singing at the same time or giving her other things to do or telling her what she was doing wrong, and I need her to find out for herself, or she'll never be able to do it herself.