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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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.

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.