The Dumb Fuck

Recently, the Chinese students of the class are asked to purchase 德风 (de feng), a book that is published annually and sold at the end of the year. 德风 is a compilation of Chinese compositions written by students of different levels and also some of those China students that came to our school for the Student Exchange programme. Today I told the Chinese rep that I'm not buy the book and she's like, "Nevermind ah! I give your name to Ms Chua and let her come scold you." Yeah, whatever. Suit yourself.

For the past three years, we were expected to purchase this book and this year was no exception. It was even compulsory for my class to buy this book. But why? Why do we have to buy this book at year end, when we'd already finished our Chinese "O" Level paper? It's not as if I had a bad result for that paper or what. At least if I'm gonna retake the exam and you ask me to buy it, I will but, sadly, I'm not. Call me cheapskate or what, but it just makes no sense to pay over three dollars to buy that book. Seriously, even if I actually pay for the book, I wouldn't read it. And I can bet with you at least half the level won't too.

Many of the boys in my class also see no point in buying the book but they paid anyway. So, I'm like the rebel of the class. T_T Anyway, 德风 is affectionately known as DF between Nigel and Wenchong, which basically means, Dumb Fuck.

Alright, so... Unless Ms Chua can scold some sense out of me, I'm not paying for that book.




P.S.: Thanks, Jis for wishing us good luck. :D