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posted Sep 25, 2010, 8:32 AM by Jess Fong   [ updated Sep 25, 2010, 8:36 AM ]

Two days ago, I watched my friend buy out half of Staples. We went in there with the intent of exchanging a notebook that she had. We (rather, she) left with:
-A roll of tape
-A pack of manila envelopes
-Air freshener
-Six mini metallic markers
-A mini stapler
+ the original notebook that she didn't end up exchanging

Then we went to Target and got freaked out by a robotic dinosaur that responded to your voice and actually roared. Oh the things they make these days.


posted Jul 21, 2010, 2:36 PM by Jess Fong

Life is so busy. Jeezums.
Got back from the best internship in China two weeks ago (on the 7th). I spent three weeks with as a translator for a Belgian trade delegation looking to open foreign trade with a few cities in China, watching, learning, translating, negotiating. All day, we were in and out of executive offices, factory/manufacturing sites, and high end restaurants with Presidents, CEOs, Chairmen...
I have never learned so much information/gathered so much experience/had so much fun in so little time. It was awesome.
Pictures and more details in due time.


posted Jun 14, 2010, 3:22 PM by Jess Fong   [ updated Jul 31, 2010, 5:16 AM ]

Will be on a flight to China in 3 days. I haven't been back in 6 years. This is insane. I'm excited beyond anything imaginable. I haven't been this supremely happy in months.
BTWs. My protege: a little kid who I tutored in English writing. After 2-3 sessions, she had advanced to the top of her class. Her grade improved from a 2/4 to a 4/4. :D


posted Jun 14, 2010, 3:21 PM by Jess Fong

3194 years ago, the Greeks sacked and burned the city of Troy to the ground.
17 years ago, a little asian baby girl was born in New York City.
Jeezums I feel old.


posted May 17, 2010, 2:36 PM by Jess Fong

Oi it's been a while.
What has happened since NHSMUN... *ponders*
Rutgers Model Congress? Note to anyone wishing to do this conference in the future: if they're planning to run West Wing, apply for it. It is so much fun. It's a completely different experience running the executive branch (powers of the Office of the President) + we got a crisis, which was incredible.

EBHS ASIAN NIGHT THIS FRIDAY (03.21)!! everyone if you are in the vicinity of new jersey, please go. art director peoples even made this awesome commercial.


posted Mar 21, 2010, 6:41 AM by Jess Fong   [ updated Mar 24, 2010, 3:52 PM ]

BACK FROM NHSMUN! :D (National High School Model United Nations in new york city)
Delegation: Republic of the Philippines
Committee: Social, Humanitarian, & Cultural (SOCHUM)
Ooh it was such good fun. and such wonderful people.

Pictures click here please :)
Germany's rap aka the best one I have ever heard: click here.

03.13.2010 - 03.14.2010

posted Mar 14, 2010, 8:19 AM by Jess Fong   [ updated Mar 21, 2010, 7:17 AM ]

Epic. Pandemonium.
It rained all day on Saturday. When I got to HXEB, the back corner of the office was flooding -- the rain had leaked in from the swampy courtyard and under the door in the back. The custodians mopped it up and the piles of cloth and rags held the water back for ... about half an hour. Then the water began seeping in again.
As the teachers and volunteers came in, we had to warn them to stay on the right side of the room -- the back corner was still flooding. The custodians literally spent almost two hours (2-4ish), with mops and a giant water vacumning thing, trying to keep the rainwater from spreading too far into the room.
Each volunteer that came in was soaked, and immediately ran to the bathroom to use the dryers. Sherry's first words upon seeing the crew in the back corner were, "Are we all gonna die?"
Seems like that was a major concern. First the lights flickered. Then they went out altogether for a few seconds; Sherry and I both screamed at the same time. The back corner kept flooding.
At four, I was asked to substitute the art class. I went down, introduced myself, and drew a circle on the board, all in the course of five minutes. Then the lights flickered and went out completely. Literally half a second had passed when I jumped up and yelled, "OK EVERYONE, WE'RE ALL GONNA STAY CAAALM." The kids probably didnt even register the blackout yet. I thought the lights were going to come back, and I'd resume teaching. Um... well, a minute later, the door opened and I heard the admin calling for everyone to leave class. School was closing early. So there I was stuck with a class full of little five year olds, six of which had no parents right there to get them out. Headcounting all the way down the hall, I took them to the office, which was vacated and flooded completely and into the little loby area.
There was massive chaos. All the kids, teachers, parents, admin, were congregated there, yelling and talking and somewhat panicking. There was a metal door barrier thing that apparently had come down automatically, thus sealing off the other end of the building. Amy came rushing over to me, telling me that Bo and her students were locked on the other side. So I told her to stay with the kids, make sure they don't leave, keep them together, then went out into the raging storm to get the other people. The winds were so strong the rain hardly touched the ground; my 114lb. frame was nearly blown away. I finally did find Bo, taking her class of little five year olds out. Screaming at the top of my lungs over the wind, I told them to all go outside and around to the office to wait for their parents.
What followed after was a good forty five minutes of screaming instructions from the top of a chair, frantically calling parents, screaming more directions, keeping an eye on all the young students, sheperding students into the lobby area to wait, making sure no one left the building without the accompaniment of an adult, etc. etc. etc. Meanwhile, the building just got steadily darker. The hallways were pitch black, except for the eerie red glow of the EXIT signs. At five, everyone had left, and my father and I went home.
Along the highway tempest raged on, and the Poe-story scenery continued. Route 18 (the major highway through the town) was entirely dark. All the stores, the traffic lights, everything was out. Trees were knocked over, some uprooted. Electric poles had fallen. Traffic lights swung violently in the air. I called my mom's cell to let her know we were on the way home; she said the whole house was shaking.
We did homework by candlelight, carried flashlights with them into the bathroom. People's basements were flooded. We couldn't open the refrigerator. The whole town sat under a suffocating shroud of silence, anxiety, and impatient worry. It was like a ghost town.
This morning, I woke up to a slightly calmer day. Electricity was back to some people's homes, though a call from the township said that 70% of the town was still affected. My father went out to buy emergency groceries and said that Route 18 was completely flooded and closed down. Tree limbs littered my backyard; the shutter from one of our windows had blown across the lawn. In the afternoon, the power went out for another hour. Just three hours ago, the township called again to say that the water plant had flooded, the water to our homes may be contaminated, and we should boil all water being used for consumption.
And the skies are still gray, and everything is still as silent. We're all waiting...

Epic Update #2

posted Mar 13, 2010, 5:23 AM by Jess Fong   [ updated Mar 13, 2010, 8:24 AM ]

02.27.2010 Chilean Earthquake
So I was downstairs that Saturday morning, probably doing homework or something. My dad was upstairs on his laptop. It was around eleven, perhaps twelve, when he called down the stairwell, "There was an earthquake in Chile this morning!"
I stared at the stairs. Another one?
"Mag. 8.8!"
Lovely. Of course the US news stations were all broadcasting Olympics things, so I switched to the few Spanish channels that we had for some odd reason. Yep. 8.8 Earthquake in Chile. Things looked horrible. The whole family gathered around the TV and watched the pictures while I tried to listen, attempting to understand the rapid fire Spanish coming from the reporters. I have resolved to work harder in AP Spanish.
Then, in one of my infamous spur of the moment decisions, I jumped up from the couch and started screaming for a box (my other notoriousness is issuing demands without first letting people know what my plans are). After a few minutes, I explained that I wanted to set up a donation at HXEB. That day. Of course that simplified matters. My dad put together an old USPS box that we were about to throw out, I wrote up signs (English and Chinese :]). Then we went to HXEB.
The donation really didn't work for the first hour or so. It took people a while to realize we weren't talking about Haiti, that there was a new one, a bigger one, in Chile. Then they took a bit of time to get over the shock that such gigantic earthquakes were happening so quickly, almost back to back. Then they donated money. Everyone was so generous -- the principal, PTA, board, admin, teachers, students. The volunteers. The volunteers were amazing that day, going around the entire school building with the box, standing in crowded hallways in between classes, counting out the piles of bills at the end.
And the kids were adorable. Even the really little ones donated loose change, pennies, etc. One little boy who really wanted to donate only had a ten dollar bill. His face was so distraught it borderlined funny -- he clearly wanted to donate something, but not his only $10. I ended up asking him how much he wanted to give ($1), and changed him the rest. Another mom was pulled over by her little girl. She gave a few dollars, walked away, then quickly came back minutes later with all the loose singles in her bag. There was a father who gave his two year old son a dollar bill and pointed to the box with a reassuring smile. Heartbreakingly adorable. We (the volunteers) stood there and crooned for a good twenty minutes.

Epic Update #1

posted Mar 4, 2010, 1:59 PM by Jess Fong   [ updated Mar 13, 2010, 7:35 PM ]

HXEB Chinese New Year Party. 02.20.2010
In all honesty, I really haven't had much time to write on this blog. The past several weeks have been clogged with Model UN papers, SATs, midterms at school, and massive preparations for aforementioned new year party/celebration. I will be more dutiful on this in the future.
The Party.
In the five years that I have worked at HuaXia East Brunswick Chinese School (HXEB), through six major events and several more small ones, through one term as Subleader and two terms as Director of the Youth Volunteer Team, I have never organized and managed a party that was so... big. Perhaps because the mayor (who had come before) was attending, and several members of the council, TV reporters, etc. Everything was big. Needless to say, the preparation prior was an maddening affair.
The party was originally set for 01.23.2010. Actually, this would have been a saddeningly unfortunate date. A large half of the HXEB Volunteer Team was taking the SATs that day. Nevertheless, I put in efforts to prepare, including finding a hiphop group from my high school to perform for the show. There were two girls, both of which were quite good, who agreed to perform. Thankfully , the party was moved back to the 30th, then changed almost immediately to the 6th of February. This was really the best date. It was eight days before Chinese New Year (the 14th). It was two weeks after SATs and literally the weekend right after midterms. I would be able to put my full, undivided attention organizing the event. We hit a snag. The girls who were originally going to perform hiphop said they couldn't make the Feb. 6th date. So that very day, I asked another group (a quite large, fairly well known one in my school) to perform. It was a bit of late notice but they agreed.
Of course that's just too good to be true. Wednesday night, I received a message from the group leader, saying they couldn't make it. Wonderful. For two days, the school administration went haywire (the program was already out and a lot of people wanted to watch the hiphop) while I tried to dig up another group. Literally Friday night, my sister, Sally, lifesaver that she is, comes to me and says a group from her school may be able to do it. I call them immediately. And, lifesaver that they are, they agree. In a wonderfully sweet and cordial manner too. I was so happy I could've gone and hugged them all. So big thanks goes out to Converse Methods Crew -- Alex Kal, Nate Imperio, Brendon Lee, Chris Matthews, Shaun Scripps, Kevin Shen, Stan Chu, Anik Ray, Connor Grant, and Alec Grant!
Everything was all ready. I'd ordered all the prizes and game/activity supplies for after the performance. I'd written up an English script for the hosting of the entire show. My hosting lines were memorized. I knew how to catwalk beautifully for the modeling act. I knew my Latin dance routine. I had all my costumes/dresses (I had three different changes). The twenty or so volunteers were all ready to go. It was going to happen.
Then came the snow. The big massive one that swept in from the DC/Maryland area and utterly buried us. So the party was cancelled (technically it was pushed all the way back to the 20th) and I was about to cry.
Finally. February 20th, 2010. The HXEB Chinese New Year Celebration. Bright and early, I got up - my sister had to devote the next two hours to straightening my impossibly curly hair. I packed my shoes, dresses, makeup, script. Then off we went. The school was in a whirlwind of preparation. I had to run through last minute rehearsals for modeling, the latin routine, practice lines, fill in last minute changes to the program. In between, I had to give instructions to the volunteers on pre-party setup, during party setup, post-party setup, escorting guests, acts standby, etc. etc. etc. I had to organize the things for the special guests that would be there. All in the course of two hours. To top it all off, I had the brilliant idea of changing early, so I was running around the polished school floor in a dark pink dress and strappy silver heels.
Four o' clock. The four hostesses (myself and three other girls) stood backstage and tried to breathe. We looked at our lines. We wondered if the mics would work. We drank water to calm our rapidly parching throats. Then the backstage crew opened the curtain a crack and ushered us out. We stood in a line under the bright glow of the stage lights, looked upon a full house, took a deep breath, and gave our opening lines.
Fifth act: I ran backstage to change into a completely besequined Chinese chipao. Then we (four girls) went out and walked for the modeling act. The audience was awed, and we were blinded by camera flashes.
Eighth act. I ran backstage right after hosting the seventh and changed my shoes and into my sparkly, gold latin costume. A girl drew dramatic, glittery stage makeup around my eyes. There was no time for glittered hairspray; we ran on stage and danced our hearts out. Ninth act: I literally ran back on stage, in my costume and full makeup, and, still vaguely breathless from the intense workout that latin dancing gives, announced the next act.
The latter half of the show passed flawlessly. Before I knew it, I was on stage for the final time with the three other announcers, we bid the guests good night, smiled to ringing applause and an explosion of flashes, and gracefully tottered offstage to massage our aching toes.
The games afterwards were wonderful as well. The volunteers handled everything beautifully, and the little kids had so much fun. After several pizzas, boxes of Chinese food, crowds of jumping and laughing kids, a table flooded with game prizes, and floating animal balloons, the volunteers and I sat down and let out a deep breath. It was done. And it was amazing. As much work as it all was, as exhausted as I was, I knew that I would give everything to do it all again. The experience was exhilarating, and unlike any event I've ever done before. The tumultuous applause, the thrill of the stage, the music pounding under dancing feet, the laughter and smiles and pure joy, was something that just can't be described.


posted Dec 22, 2009, 2:34 PM by Jess Fong   [ updated Mar 13, 2010, 5:43 AM ]

Happy Holidays!
Thank you so much for all your support!!

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