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Monday, October 29, 2007
Title says it all. My ponning experience. First time I actually ponned CCA for a totally stupid reason: Watching T.V.
Oh, and I did the first part of this post a long time ago, just that I forgot to post it. hehe.. The second part is just an add-on today since its strange to blog twice in the same day.
If you have seen my previous post (Assuming you bother to read through the whole-well, half of the story) then you will know why I ponned NPCC.
Speaking of Genie Zhuo though, it was part of the argument I gave while debating on the controversial topic: Are Japanese people more chio than Taiwanese? Purely for the joy of intellectual repartee after all.
"Jap girls are chio la!"
"Eh Taiwanese oso good lehz."
"Still.."
"Genie Zhuo?"
"Oh fine. But (Insert some Jap name) damn hot!"
Intellectual repartee, I said.
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Anyway, now that my life is a boring pile of computer-playing-Pepsi-drinking-msG(AH)-eating-thing I guess our dear NPCC seniors and Teacher Officers decided to dump us in Pulau Ubin for R&R (AKA Push & Ups) for a couple of days as part of our "Adventure Training Camp." If I wasn't so bored I'll be mildly against going but hey what the hell. Nothing to do at home anyway.
I just don't like the pack list though. They tell the guys to bring white PE shirts/white short-sleeved logo-less shirts for the water activities but tell the girls to bring dark blue shirts. Gender discrimination, I say. Oh, and why does the poncho have to be green? Camouflage?
And here's a quote from the packlist.
*Waterproof all your belongings (clothing, etc)
Wait, what? I'll give you ten bucks if you can waterproof the rag I'm supposed to bring for area cleaning. Without spoiling the rag.
Ok stop ranting.
Oh yea... the "Spring cleaning" today. Guess what? We all forgot it was today! Luckily though RI being so helpful gave us sponges and pails and those window-wiping thingumigys. So cleaning today was surprisingly fun. I am not going to mention that it was as fun as hor fun.
Yep, not gonna do that.
However cleaning a year's worth of power-sliding shoeprints on the wall, those infernal masking tape, those shoeprints made by short people jumping to reach the projector screen, all the spray paint left over on the tables, all the shoe prints that was somehow able to reach my head level, and our resident masking tape man was preetty hard to do, with around 4 sponges.
Resident Masking Tape Man?
See below. (Thanks Anu!)
Two points to note.
1: Thats my hand there.
2: The white lines are not masking tape. The white lines are what's left of the floor after the tape was pulled out along with all the grey stuff on it. Pretty cool, if we weren't so screwed.
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2nd Part of the blog post- 1st November.
Today was just... argh. We sat there for like 5 hours in the bloody hall listening to people talk about their awesome money making opportunities and the awards they received. Pretty boring on a whole but of course any large school event involving other schools always proves to be interesting. For example, quite a few foreign school schoolgirls were walking around with us while we were filling in the booklets. Of course people were staring. But that's not the point. The highlight of the day, girls or no girls, was still the cotton candy. Having abstained from sweets for a long time I found myself stealing sweets from booths and eating cotton candy. For some reason. Guess I was high on somthing, only I don't know what. Now my throat is super-dry. Stupid cotton candy.
-Me on the left. Don't be fooled... my cotton candy was bigger.
Tomorrow is the end of school. Whoopeedoo. Somehow I feel quite reluctant to leave school even after all the times I wished I was home just lying on a sofa and feeling no burdens and obligations weighing me down. Maybe it's because apart from school, I don't have much friends that I know of. Stop going to school, and I lose almost the whole of the small social circle I have. For all my pseudo-coolness and act "Shuai"-ness I guess I'm still antisocial among people I don't know, or people I really want to know but don't have the guts to approach them. Yes yes, seize my chance before it slips away, yada yada, the problem is that I don't know if I should actually venture into relationships at such a young age.
Excuse me a moment to emo.
(The following is another emotional thing about 2M, nearing our separation.)
Anyway, now that school is effectively over, I guess the next thing I can look forward are the camps and of course the Chalet, and the filming of the last 2M07 movie. Being with 2M during my maturing years have really helped me to just... bond with the whole class. Yes, everyone. I do not hate anyone in the class at all because 2M is not 2M without all these guailan people screwing up the cohesive study environment RI is supposed to provide. Yes, Daniel, Java, TG, Kwek, etc though sometimes I may suan you guys but no, if I had a choice back in P6 I would still have gone to 2M.
2M is by far the most unique class I have ever seen. Raging hormones, despo boys, weird behaviours may be the reason. After all which class has a class deco with the theme "2M: Criminally Hot" in bold pink?
Heck, next year I could be singing a different tune. It's a whole new class, a whole new two years. 2M may become just another class I had as a kid. But chances are, no. No matter how awesome my senior years at RI may be my Sec 2 buddies will still take a place in my heart.
Twenty years down the road, maybe while I'm sitting at a office desk or something, I'll think back to that yellowed picturebook still at home, of 2M in all their finest days, and I'll smile.
Cheers, 2M.
the tears haven't fell, but just wait and see.
9:19 PM
Thursday, October 25, 2007
Ok.... first topic, Dreams.
Yesterday's dream was probably one of the weirdest I had in my life (With the exception of one really stupid one where I was driving a car and my sister was on a trolley tied to the car with a long rope and my father was running beside the car and I somehow appeared on the hood of the car while driving)
Anyway, what dream did I have yesterday?
Think of it as being influenced by Need For Speed, Hitman, novels, and too many comedies. Well the dream goes like this. (I'll write it like a novel with chao lot of details and someone as the protagonist caus I'm bored.)
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A chrome black Lamborghini Murcielago pulled up at 3 Downing Avenue, engine barely breaking the silence of the Saturday morning. The closest person, a balding man walking his dog at the other end of the street gave one look at the car and continued on. In the rich suburban area normally lived in by millionares, expensive cars were just another garage deco.
The man inside the car was dressed smartly in a suit. Normal. He switched off the engine and the humming car grew quiet. Normal. He glanced around casually through the tinted windows and drew a silenced pistol from the bottom of his chair and placed it in his coat. Not normal.
Stepping out of the car he walked a few blocks on foot to his destination. Better than parking in front of the bloody target. He reached the house- belonging to that fat general he was supposed to give some things to. Pity. The pistol in his coat, the garrote in his belt and that combat knife in his boot probably won't be used at all. Still, he carried them around for all of his past, more delicate missions and they served him well. He wasn't going to break that habit.
Turning back to the house he cursed silently. Cameras, password-protected doors, closed and probably locked windows, and a couple of guards near the front. Shitload of security for a two-storey house. There was a playground beside the swimming pool at the back of the house, though. Maybe there's a balcony or something to get through.
He stood still for a few moments, thinking. Then he had a plan.
A guard standing at the side wall of the house heard a rustling in the bushes near the swimming pool, followed by a small tinkle. Narrowing his eyes, he unholstered his submachine gun and started walking slowly to the source of the sound.
A few seconds after the guard had turned a figure quick as a shadow vaulted the fence and did a forward roll all the way to where the guard had stood. At the base of the wall were a line of windows, barely wide enough for a human to fit through. Unlocked, as he had seen though his binoculars.
Opening it just a fraction and snipping the obvious alarm wire connected to the window, he crawed into what seemed to be an attic. He looked around for a few seconds to memorise the layout of the room and continued up the stairs.
He quickly learnt that there were at least 3 people in the house. He saw 2 housekeepers, 1 dog, and obviously the General was home. Maybe his wife, daughter and son were home as well, since the garage was full. He pondered about the stupidity of the person who contracted him to do this job. What was so bloody secretive about the file he needed to deliever?
Anyway, that wasn't for him to worry about. He had a job, he'll do it. He always did.
So he waited and waited, until both of the housekeepers turned the other way. Then with a catlike grace he sprung up the steps to the second storey. Easy-peasy.
But now, there were five rooms, all closed, all gave no indication of who may be inside. He didn't have much time left, so he just picked the door that lead to the biggest room (From what he could see), gave a short prayer, and opened the door as quietly as possible, sweat dripping inside his gloved hands.
The room was big. About the size of two normal bedrooms, there was a small living room complete with TV and sofa. A door presumably led to the bedroom and another to a bathroom. (I have no idea how a room can be so big but hey it's a dream.)
The wife was watching the TV and thankfully didn't hear his entrance. He considered popping a silent one in her head (His orders had been "No witnesses") but after some thought decided not to help the husband. Silently chuckling at his lousy joke he moved on to the bedroom.
(Updated on 1st nov)
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Now I'm kinda bored. Too bored to blog for some reason, so I'm not gonna talk about videos or armlocks. Guess that novel thingiy made me think, something I haven't done in weeks. Now I feel funny.
Anyway, I am going to pon NPCC tomorrow even though its the first day the new officers are taking us for training. Yes, you heard right. I am going to skip NPCC for the... 4th? 3rd? time in two years. Unlike fat people like Daniel. You know why I'm going to skip? Not to lan, or go out, or whatever, but to watch TV. See, Genie Zhuo is going to be the guest of some show that happens during NPCC time and I AM GOING TO WATCH THAT SHOW!
Sorry la! She's cute okay... If you don't believe ask Mike.
If any NPCC officers see this I'm screwed. =D
9:43 PM
Monday, October 22, 2007
Hi. I didn't update for the past few days because I just installed Warcraft.
And DotA.
Needless to say I've been playing it for these few days and boy is it fun. Like hor fun. (Sorry, just felt like squeezing it in.) DotA, or Defence of the Ancients is about people shouting over computer screens at little characters running around and killing each other, and Ahman walking around pulling out power plugs to "GGXX Alt QQ Kiam Chai" the game, while another section of the class plays Rubik Cube and gets owned by Davin.
Well digressed a bit. This is more or less what's been happening in our class since the EOYs were over. However, with the arrival of the results (Dum Dum Dum!) everyone is crying about how the EOYs pulled down their marks not to get that 4.0.
Heck, I don't really see why everyone is so angsty about their results. The exams are over so any angsting or emoing or "Wahlao I missed 4.0 by 2 marks!" is really useless and a waste of breath that could be spent shouting at each other about DotA.
Ok, bad example.
Seriously though, I don't really see the importance of the results. All that you need to do is check that its marked correct, and if you score badly mug more next time! Is there a need to start slamming at your calculators for your G.P.A when it would be released in the report in a few days ANYWAY? Exams are over! If you want start mugging, if not then slack! What's with the angsting?
But anyway, I am rather angst about my results, exp. English. For some reason my CA was 73% and guess what was my EOY. 50%!!! What the hell? I thought I did quite well for the paper! It pulled my G.P.A from 3.6 to 2.8...
Other than that I'm okay. My results are still around my CA standard so not much of a change in my overall GPA. I'm happy for my chinese, as I got most of the 汉字 section correct for the first time in 2 years. That pulled up my score to 65.5! Wootz!
Hmm... anything else happen today?
Oh yea... I forgot to bring my tie. That means that I'll have to wear it for the rest of the week. And also I need to bring my games for Ashraf or Shek to see if they can play it.
Anything else....
I guess not.
9:42 PM
Thursday, October 18, 2007
You know one thing I really hate?
*looks up*
Injuries! Especially abrasions. Y'know, those injuries you normally get when you fall down while running... basically when the skin is just scraped away but not too deeply.
Yes I really hate those. I can bear with deeper cuts, just not abrasions.
Lets talk about the one on my knee now. On Wedsday, while playing soccer at the Raffles Square (The part with more sand) I slipped while trying to turn while running (becoz its concrete + some sand for for less grip) and as you all know I am a superduper fast runner (I know you will suan me for this Welras) and so my fall was pretty fast. Coupled with the sand acting like sandpaper... ouch. A few seconds after that my leg was bloody... bloody. As in blood was tricking down my leg. Hurried to wash my knee... but the wound didn't turn out to be too big. Nevertheless I went out of the game after playing for one more goal.
So why did I blog about this one day later?
Well because now my wound is tricking not blood but pus.
Let's take a moment to say "Ewww".
Serious! After I bathed rather paintfully and I looked at my knee I found a 3-inch long trickle of hardened pus. Somehow a small wound can make so much pus. Its really gross.
But enough of this I guess.
Hmm... What else did I do today?
Oh yeah. The hall. Sure... Singapore has a very good sense of cleanliness and hygiene. Tell that to the guy who shat in the middle of the frigging hall. We just walked in and then...
Bomb! Bomb!
Some stinkbomb too. Maybe a hundred grams worth of premium shit can fill up a whole hall with its smell. It took 3 people, armed with a mop, broom, dustpan, 4 cans of air freshener and approximately half an hour for them to clean the floor and remove the smell of shit in the air. It didn't really work though as the spammed air freshener smelled as strong.
Other than that it was a boring day as the whole day was spent in the hall. At least we watched a very nice musical parodying the Wizard of Oz but adding dance moves to it. I'm so going to learn that cartwheel-eclipse thingiy that guy did. And of course everyone was thinking sick.
As usual.
It's the Passing Out Parade tomorrow for RINPCC people (And I was just informed today) and so I need to find my uniform and polish my boots if I can find them. So... yeah. See ya at the Swim Meet tomorrow.
7:12 PM
Wednesday, October 17, 2007
Yes, that phrase will go down in 2M history. If you don't know what I mean you are obviously not from RI so welcome to my blog.
The phrase originated from a movie, Stand By Me. Despite its title, the movie is not about some person in the last stages of some cancer and he/she wants to do a few tasks before her death or something like that. Instead it explores various deep themes and strikes a chord in the hearts of many, when they laugh yet cry at the adventures of the young protagonists to find a dead body. Throughout the movie, the boys are travelling, walking on a train track to find a dead body maybe thirty miles from their starting point. In the day we learn about the characters and their outward behaviours and attitudes, but at night we see their thoughts and their lamentations (lol tim) of the prejudice they face being members of "Lousy" families. Yet when the boys reach the body they found out that their greatest reward was (like cruise liners say) the journey, not the destination. Throughout the movie we grow deeply attached to the characters and care for them. But like real life and friends, they have to move on. Though the 2 best friends are now apart (one died many years ago defending someone from a fight) the other, looking back at his misadventures at a 12-year old, typed this into his computer.
"I never had any friends like the ones I had as a 12-year old. Jesus, does anyone?"
Absolutely touching. Sharing my growing up years with a group of steadfast friends have indeed been memorable and will continue to do so. I hope 2M would be able to keep in touch even after twenty, thirty years from today.
Oh and on a lighter note I watched a movie and stoned for 45 minutes in the library listening to my nice new in-ear earphones while waiting for NPCC to start. Once NPCC started we had fun until I fell down playing soccer... now my leg has some bloody patch on it, like someone ripped a leech off it. Its kinda fun to stare at the wound for some reason.
And I also cut my hair.
AND Please stop calling my mother whenever you can't get me on the house phone. My hand phone number is 81003851 not 92375432!!! My phone's spoilt though so just sms me if you need anything. Don't bother to call it.
Looking forward to tomorrow and some time and motivation to write fanfiction.
9:40 PM
Tuesday, October 16, 2007
Hi guys... here I am on my last day of the long weekend. And I forgot to cut my hair again. I hope I won't get screwed too much on Wednesday. Any way, my post is mostly about the soccer carnival today.
For starters, last year we were totally trashed, not winning or even scoring a single goal throughout. This year, we thought we might have stood a chance of getting into the quarterfinals, but what happened? We blew it.
The first match was okay. We didn't win but we scored a goal which was infinitely better than last year's score already. However after the first match (Which ended at around 9.30 or so) we went to the field to train for the next match. We were told that our next match was surprisingly at 1.30pm. So... we said okay, and since we had about 3 hours worth of time by then, most of the class decided to go to LAN and come back in time for the match. Me, Kirk, Jonathan and Chia went to my house to drink (root) beer and play computer games.
So, we had some fun playing Need For Speed Carbon and they each ended up bringing a game home to install. We went back to school and surprise surprise no one from our class was there.
"Didn't you know? You walkover already!"
"What?"
Dammit! Somehow the soccer match was pushed forward 3 hours, just after the guys were halfway to the LAN centre. Shek got a call saying that our game was on NOW and so they decided to forfeit. Sigh.
Not that I'm blaming those LAN people but the worst thing is that our form teacher (Who is quite strict) came down to support us, WHEN WE WERE NOT THERE. So it's like standing a woman up on the first date... screwed.
However it was still fun as it kinda lifted my boredom for a while. I guess its back to Battlefield then, now that I'm home.
8:37 PM
Sunday, October 14, 2007
You know how output is measured by taking the actual output over the maximum potential output? *
Yeah well, by that standard today was pretty sucky.
Don't get me wrong, though. the following is about how my day went.
I woke up at 8, played computer till 9, read a Chinese book till 10, stoned till 11+, went to church and saw someone I never thought would be there, Me and my family went to look for a nice travel package for the end of the year, and last of all there wasn't any homework. I got home at 7 and watched Taxi.
Sounds good? Lets see the maximum potential the day had.
I could have woke up at 7 and went for a nice jog at Macritchie (however you spell it), gym/swim until 10, then played computer until 11+, went to church and at least SOCIALISE a bit, didn't go with my parents to stand around and watch them talk about the benefits of a two night stop at some island instead of 1 night stay, and instead stayed at home or went with church pple to eat and once again SOCIALISE.
Compare it. As all hols go, this was pretty bad, but thinking about it, it's a "take it or leave it" situation. My mum is right...I've gotta at least "maintain" my Chinese (AKA mug) or else next year I'm even more screwed than this year. So... yeps. I'm quite bored though after figuring out how to use launch pods in Battlefield 2142 (OH! NO WONDER I GOT OWNED!!!) and now I'm owning people that used to own me, except for those irritating cheaters. *ego*
Argh. I'm seriously bored. I guess I'm just not used to the 5-day weekend. I've played through all my games like 3 times, with the exception of F.E.A.R which I quit every time the game gets too scary. (Eg every ten minutes or so.) Coupled with my lack of social life, I really... argh. Bored.
Tomorrow I'm going to discuss ways where we can teach P5 kids stuff that would not cause them psychological trauma. It would be hard, but I think we can stick to the syllabus and not deviate to more emotionally scarring subjects if Ted is not a teacher.
Oh, and Tuesday is interclass soccer. I totally forgot about it... Not too interested in it actually. I would be if we had more chances to play soccer but seeing as our class is on the 7th floor we can't just pop downstairs during recess to play soccer.
Now I'm kinda pissed and happy at the same time. If you know me you'll know what I mean... I can never outwardly express my pissed-offed-ness for more that one hour, and any grudges are just wiped out at the end of the day. Either I'm optimistic or just have some attention-deficit problem.
*Actually I made that up.
10:43 PM
Thursday, October 11, 2007
That pretty much sums up my thoughts. Math was okay, I guess. I won't get the 3.6 or 4.0, but I will probably pass.
EOYS ARE OVER!!!! WOO!!!
Walking home (Yes I walk home becoz my house is like 15 min away), I felt like a free man. Everything seemed to be brighter, lighter, people actually looking happy. Only downside is that I won't be able to LAN with my buddies from 2M (that rhymes!) because I have piano class. Sighz.
Still, today is one of the few days in my life that I experienced a true relief and joy at the same time. I didn't even feel like this after PSLE which by right should be more important than this exam. I guess the RI stress caught up with me.
Walking home, I also happened to look up at the sky, and it was just beautiful. B-E-A-utiful.
I thought of a fable of sorts, for some strange reason.
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A learned man and a farmer met on a road on a afternoon day. They happened to look at the sky at the same time. That day, the clouds was at its peak, the sky was blue, and a light breeze blew gently across the land.
"What do you see?" The farmer inquired.
"Well," the learned man said. "I see water droplets clumping together, airborne due to its light weight, forming these clouds. Eventually, as more water droplets join together they will form heavier droplets that fall down eventually as rain. What do you see, farmer?"
"I see hope. I see joy. I see the children counting and laughing with the clouds. The clouds smile back, onto them and onto the world. I see the blessing they bring with each shower of rain they send down to feed the crops. I see, the beauty of nature."
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Moral of the story... Knowledge may widen your brain but not your eyes.
Don't know where I come up with this cheem stuff anyway.
Also, on my way home I came across an iguana sunning itself on a tree stump. The whole scene was so unbelievable I just went and squatted right in front of the iguana, who didn't move at all. It was just phenomenal...but I don't have a camera or I would have captured the moment and placed it here. Trust me, it looked like something out of a fairy tale. Still, I realised that I looked ridiculous squatting on the pavement next to a busy road so I stood up and continued on my way.
10:52 AM
Wednesday, October 10, 2007
Well, here it is. The last paper. *Dum dum dum!*
Yeah yeah, I know... I said I won't post until EOYs are over, but why not make use of the time I'm still interested in blogging to blog?
So, yeps, the last paper is math, tomorrow. Good luck to me.
Being a person who normally fails math, I'm not too optimistic about tomorrow. Hopefully I can scrape a medium to high 60 if possible. Better start looking through.. I mean FOR my math papers to see what went wrong, which was basically everything.
However, my previous exams didn't go as bad as I thought. Chinese for example.. I actually knew more than half of the words! Woot! History on the other hand was kinda screwed. I had no idea what I was writing in the last 15 minutes. The following is an excerpt from my brain when I was reading through the essay.
Excerpt 1
"Hence, I believe that I believe that."
"Wait...what?"
*Blank-os.8
Excerpt 2
"The different political parties had very conflicting viewpoints. For example the UMNO was very against the UMNO's way of leading Malaya.
"Oookay...."
*Blank-os.*
I'm kinda glad that I'm glad, though.
What?
I'm kinda glad that it's over, though.
6:57 PM
Thursday, October 4, 2007
As the title says, this is the last post I am going to make before the EOYs. Just couldn't resist taking a short break from mugging to write this.
Anyway, nothing much happened today.
First period, CLE. We asked Mr. Low to give us 听写. We mugged Chinese.
2nd period, English. While Mrs. Mass was droning on and on, we mugged chinese. Well, at least 3/4 the class did.
3rd period. Math. We didn't mug chinese becoz a bunch of us (me included) were asking how to Complete the Square. I still don't geddit...
4th period, Music. Yay! I listened to music and played lame games on the computer. Some people mugged chinese.
5th period, Chinese. No points for guessing what we did.
Well after that I bought some stationary (And a nice new pencil case!) and went home and mugged. Ah well, that's what most Rafflesians do with exams tomorrow.
Anyway, I took some time off my dinner to blog this, and I should REALLY be going back to mug. Haven't started on MOV at all, and maybe half done with chinese. I dont think I've mugged this hard in my life...
So...I guess that's bye for the next handful of days. To those people that actually bother to read this during EOYs, thanks, but go and mug. PSLE-ers included.
Here's a quote from my Funny Quotes list before I go.
"Two rights do not make a wrong. They make an airplane."
7:00 PM
Monday, October 1, 2007
WOOHOO!
In case you didn't know from the title, our ex-form teacher (Who quit RI last year after about 6? years of teaching there) came to visit us during the last period of the day, math.
What a Children's day huh?
Though the morning was average, with all kinds of more "mugger" subjects like Chinese, geog and English, things got better when we went down to the hall for our annual Promethean Day.
The Promethean Day (I used spellcheck to spell it) if you didn't know, is a very important day of every year. It is when the CCA leaders, house captains, basically the Sec 4 heads of various groups in the school pass on a "sacred object" down to their Sec 3 juniors who would be taking over their job. Wow-whee.
Nah, actually the whole 1.5 hr occasion was kinda fun, though we had to sacrifice 15 minutes of Recces to go for it. I never really knew all these little symbols of each CCA existed. For example, even for my CCA NPCC I expected some nice sword thingey to be handed down but what was handed down was some cane that looked suspiciously like the Elder Wand. But the Military Band object really owns man... its a really cool MACE. A whole friggin' mace, about 1.3(?) meters tall. Easily the most imba object, but maybe closely matched by a replica of someone famous's pistol (Shooting Club) and a beach ball sized tennis ball (Tennis)
Also, laughing at the various funny names/actions the to-be leaders of RI have really made the time go by. As I don't want to insult anyone on my 3rd blog post I won't say anything further.
Ah well, now to the highlight of my post for today. Why do I always write such long blog posts?
MR PAUL LIM ACTUALLY CAME TO VISIT!!!!!
Mr. Lim is our chao cool ex-FT as I have said earlier. The last period was math, and then immediately followed by a further 2 hours of Math Remedial. Thus the end of the day was looking pretty bleak, (As I just can't seem to get Math) at least until Mr. Lim appeared outside our class window. I wonder if he climbed all 7 storeys.
Anyway, like some kind of Santa or Children's Day Fairy, he came with a huge bag of sweets which we promptly started eating (Except for the Muslim pple who will eat them later). I esp. like the Hershey Kisses. (Or whatever you call those little things with the paper sticking out.) Sadly, he was only in class for about 15 minutes before school ended. It's kinda sad that it's probably our last time seeing him together with 2M, as we'll be split up after the end of the year. Treasure these memories then, and write it down in my recipe book (riding on the theme of Hor Fun.)
To make things better, Mrs Lim also gave out sweets during the Remedial class! I was nibbling at an almond nut for about 15 minutes before I decided to eat it....this made the 2Mers relatively quiet during the remedial class as our mouths were stuck together by caramel, chocolate or lollipop sticks.
I shouldn't be posting really, with EOYs in...3? 4? days. But today was simply fun like hor fun, so I decided to share this with you all.
I wonder why my posts are always so long. For those reading this, you shouldn't, because you need to be mugging. Now.
Ah well... Happy Birthday Tim!
6:47 PM
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