Author: Fangjie

Have I mentioned the hardest part of creating a blog post is always the title of the post.

It requires great summarization skill. Which I apparently suck at.

I really miss my carefree self, I miss primary school when the worst thing that could ever happen was to have your recess taken away by your teacher.
When a text message couldn’t ruin your mood straight away. When you never felt how painful it is to see someone once so close drift away. When feeling touched meant someone literally touched you. When crying was because your wound really hurt. When crying was because you scored 70 for math exam.
When you see that one guy and you weren’t scared of telling him you thought he was cute.

Why do we complicate things by our own? Why do we like to over think and create unnecessary trouble for ourself when we know we cannot handle the outcome? Always playing with fire but the fire burns you all the time.

Nowadays I keep waking up to find myself missing you so badly. That feeling when you like someone so much you can’t put your mind off him. Even during a very horrible math test which the whole cohort did pretty badly for. And then sometimes it gets so painful I just wanna lock myself in my room and cry into my blankets cuz that’s just how pathetic I am. Why must infatuation be this painful?

I worship successful people, especially when draw my life videos are so common on YouTube nowadays. All the celebrities led a rather sad life when they were young, but how are they so successful now? I admire their courage to overcome their fears, I admire how fearless they were.

Family issues. Recently I have really been getting into a lot of conflicts with my parents. And no matter how egoistic I am I really do hate arguing with my mum day and night. I wish she would understand me. If there’s no mutual trust between parents and their kids then this family can never be a happy one. The last time I genuinely was touched by my mum was….. I can’t remember, honestly. Maybe because I never bothered to count the good things they’ve done for me and I focus too much on the negative thoughts. I’m sorry I know I need to change and stop being so pessimistic.

Competition is almost ending, and it’s us against Nanyang again. Can’t history just change? We were so close to winning RGS. But they really wanted it more than us, it’s so obvious from the way they play. I have no comments on that.

Sometimes the person with the kindest heart has been through the worst. The person with the sweetest smile knows what is pain. The person you fell in love with not because of their looks, is the type of person you should fall for. Handsome/pretty is a bonus.

Omg I must really be pms-ing lately.

Don’t you worry don’t you worry child
Heaven’s got a plan for you

It’s awesome. It’s simply awesome. In fact there isn’t any word that can describe it better than plain awesomeness, yet I somehow feel awesome isn’t enough to describe it. It’s so… Perfect.

Yesterday my geog group went to Bukit Batok nature park to collect soil samples for the experiments. Technically only me, Dilys and Xing Yee went because Haoxiang and Xin Ping couldn’t make it in the morning. Spooning spoonfuls of soil out of the ground under a hot sun is actually very tiring, squatting there for half an hour- 40 minutes, and then after that still having to carry the soil back home. Physical labour is hard work. But anyway final product was successful, and Haoxiang actually did contribute this time and didn’t freeload.

I’m changing to geek specs soon, look out ☺

Time passes by really freaking fast doesn’t it.

I can’t wait for Chinese New Year, it’s a break off studies, off stress, and off life. CNY is where you can just lay back on your bed and reminisce the good old times when studying was just 1+1=2. Last time when I didn’t know how to do subtraction in Primary 1, I used to just minus off the digits that corresponds with the other digits. Like 56-39= 23 because I figured 6-9 didn’t make sense because I didn’t know there was such thing called negative numbers.

The jailbreak for iOS 6 is coming out and it supports all devices capable of being on iOS 6 except the Apple TV 3 ^^ which I don’t suppose many of you own. That’s good news for all jailbreakers, but if the school catches you or not, is another story.

Forgive me for ranting on the past, because present day Singapore is too boring. Especially when you rot to death during holidays.

Does anybody remember P1 registration day? That day When you’re in K2 and you go to your primary school to collect your name tags and go to your respective classrooms and your to-be form teacher rants to your class and you see all the blur K2 kids staring fearsomely at the strange surroundings. Yeah you’ve probably been there, or I would be surprised a kid who hasn’t been to primary 1 is reading my blog.

My primary school was under renovation in 2004, so for the registration day we went to the holding site school to do our thing, but the first day of P1 was held at the real place. So that’s kinda useless because on the first actual day we will still get lost anyway, considering my private kindergarten was only the size of half a football field.
If there was a trend back then in 2004 Kindergarteners, Bubblegummers shoes was it. Every time you walk into the now old-fashioned Bata shoe store, those shiny and beautiful Bubblegummers sandals will captivate your eyes. At least that’s what I believed.
In my K2 class, half the class wore Bubblegummers sandals, including me.

And during the P1 registration when I met my new classmates, one boy who sat beside me whispered “Hey we have the same shoes!” And I looked down, and he looked down. We became instant friends. Befriending one another back then was so easy. You throw them a packet of monster noodles and instantly they’re your best friend. I actually still remember his name, but for privacy matters I shall give him due respect. He actually turned out to be a very dramatic person, and every time during Oral Exam the class will have a fit listening to him read the passage.
Speaking of Oral Exam, it took me long enough to realize that it wasn’t how dramatic you sound, but rather appropriate drama at the appropriate timing that counts. So yeah. Overreacting drama is stupid, if you ask anyone on this planet. Maybe except Rowan Atkinson.

First Term of Primary 1:
The first day of school, we had P5 buddies to guide us wherever we went. On the first day of school, I forgot to bring my pencil case. But luckily I took the school bus, so my mum borrowed a pencil from another guy who went to the same school as me, and lived in the same block as me. His name is Glenn Quek.
A pencil for the day was all I needed for writing material. In fact, the bookshop lady didn’t even allow us to buy ink pens until we were P2. Because I clearly recall taking a G-2 pen from the shelves (which cost $1.80) to the lady and she said furiously “這些是給小二以上的。你不可以买。” I was so dejected.

BUT ANYWAY, as all would know, boys are extremely immature at young ages.
“KILL THE GIRLS! BOYS WE KILL THE GIRLS OKAY. GIRLS ARE STUPID.” screamed one classmate of mine one day after recess, as we climbed the stairs back up to our class.
No boy, one day you will realize that girls aren’t that irritating, naggy, stupid, loud and squeaky anymore.
But that will be a long time to go.

And also, if there is a favourite song back then, it has to be 黄美诗-不怕不怕.
MA-YI-YA-HEE MA-YI-YA-HOO

And now, click on this link. 不怕不怕

Let your childhood memories flood back, together with me 🙂

When I was in K1, I went to Sunway Lagoon in Malaysia, and it was paradise. For one thing, the water recreational activities were super fun and families got together to splash each other.

For me, that was the first time I walked into a male toilet accidentally, and then I got a black eye.
Um no the black eye wasn’t because the men found out that a girl was peeping on them, I was only 5.

Before we swim, we must always wear proper swimming gear, no? So we changed in the toilet.
And apparently, my mum and I went into the male toilet, and my dad went into the sauna, both thinking it was the right toilets to go. Luckily when we entered the male toilet it was unoccupied at all, so no one gave us weird stares.
Unfortunately ( or should I say fortunately? ) we only found out when we got out of the toilet, and my mum looked at the toilet door sign and went whaaaaaat?
At first we thought dad was in deep shit because we all thought he went to the female toilet.
Here’s a thing: if a female walks into a male toilet, it’s no big deal
BUT if a male walks into a female toilet, he is in deep shit.

So we thought dad was in deep shit. But thankfully he walked out in a pool of sweat complaining This toilet is so hot. But then thankfully ( or unthankfully ) it was just the sauna. So yeah trouble escaped. A very close call because seconds after my mum and I exited the male toilet, somebody of the right gender walked inside.

One thing I like about water parks is their huge water slides. Few meters tall and you woosh down in a fast stream of water that takes you down into the pool of satisfaction, where all your pleasures are satisfied. YOU SICKOS.
And I was foolish, I went with my backside facing the front. When I was about to reach, I panicked because I couldn’t turn around. But when I finally did, I landed head first into the pool, and when I got up, my eye had a huge ball on it. My first ever black eye, it was kinda cool getting a black eye in a pool. But I remembered I was crying quite loud and I attracted lots of unwanted attention with my black eye.

恭喜发财
红包拿来
没有红包
给你 black eye.

After that I went back to Kindergarten, and the kids all mesmerized over my beautiful black eye. Kindergarteners find everything beautiful, even a D-Cup bra. Ok I’m just joking.

Random sick question: what cup bra does Nicki Minaj wear?

From 24-27 November, I attended this Adam Khoo study camp that lasted for 14+h everyday from 8-10.30pm for consecutively 4 days. At first I thought I would actually die of boredom in there, but pure fate/coincidence brought me a big surprise when one of my group mates told me that she actually knew me through twitter before the camp even started. To top it off, she was besties with Xingyee and Leryee in primary school. This is pure fats. I mean fate.

The camp was actually very fun, apart from the fact that my butt rotted from sitting on the bare floor for so damn long, and the room was at a subzero temperature.

By the way of you noticed a common trend in this kind of camps, there is always a pattern. The last day, last few sessions is always a mega crying session, then after that they drag your parents into the scene. Always like that. Then some people will be like ” Eh do I look like I just cried? “ But seriously I know that they want us to appreciate our parents but then no need to go so extreme right ._. Like if you walk into the hall and your dad and mum sees you sobbing your eyes out then it’ll be errr awkward.

So when the camp finally ended, I was actually kinda reluctant to leave my group mates behind because 4 days was enough to bond us somewhat together, although there were occasional disagreements.

Boys, when can you ever mature?

After the camp, the next day my dad drove me to Costa Sands Resort in Downtown East.
And our chalet was L10 which was just directly facing the pool 😀 how convenient. I always wanted to swim in the pool but the there’s always this dumb lifeguard on duty and I have no proper swimming wear and I never dared to go down in home clothes even though I perfectly know how to swim. Dumb shit.

The room was rather shabby, and not clean at all. There are 2 storeys and only the upper floor has aircon. The first night the girls took the aircon room and the second night the boys took it.

I only went on the second day because the first day clashed with the last day of the study camp.

In the morning we went bowling and I realized one thing about my bowling skills : It deteriorates terribly after time.
At first I still can hit 8-9 pins each time but then as it goes my aiming starts to go haywire and then the gutters come in. Qianyu and Matthew are such good bowlers. I am jealous.

Lunch was Mac.

In the afternoon we went cycling around east coast park and Cindy unfortunately fell down and scraped her leg and blood started to flow quite disgustingly. But she was strong enough not to cry and like a winner she picked herself back up and never grumbled about the pain 😀

The rest of the time was pretty much indoor slacking.

We had BBQ at around 6 and we ate Otahs, chicken wings, nuggets, satays and fried rice. There was a kind man from another unit who helped us start fire because apparently we were having some issues starting a good fire at first.

Admit it, we all like to eat barbecued food, but we hate the process of barbecuing. Especially when all the smoke blows in your face and for a moment you’re like BLEARGH.

At night 12.15am Dilys, Xinping, Lisa, Felicia, Nichole and I went to Cathay Downtown East to watch Breaking Dawn. It’s a nice show, but kinda too gory. A thousand years part 2 😀

I called Sheri before and after the movie and I hereby conclude Sheri Eng Xue Ying is the most retarded woman humankind has ever seen.

We all slept at like 4am, everyone huddled around 2 mats, smelling each others’ feet.

In the morning I finally got what I wished for, a dive in the pool. I changed my clothes into dark colour clothes and when the stupid lifeguard wasn’t looking, I plunged into the pool.
Definition of heaven.
At the same time Fanxi and Cindy were snapping photos of me and some photos were pretty classic.

But of course your hair gets screwed after you go for a swim.

Time passes by at the speed of light. Cherish what you got, before it’s gone forever.

Missing you was dark grey all alone 💜

No but I really miss you. Please come back.

I decided to blog twice today, because I haven’t blogged for the past few days.

When I was young, about P3 I used to play badminton every Saturday with my parents at iHub, which is at Jurong Town Hall. It’s actually an office building but it has a badminton hall in it and one of my dad’s friend worked there so he booked the courts every weekend so we played there every Saturday. The only reason why we don’t play there now is because somewhere later down the years there was a terrible termite infestation and the termites practically ate the whole hall up. Chunks of broken wood everywhere, the place was untouchable so the whole hall had to be closed down.

I was the only kid there, until one day my a new member came in and they had a child too. Her name is Qiu Biqing ( That’s the 2009 PSLE National top scorer, I’m not lying. I don’t know if it’s an honour or otherwise to be friends with the PSLE national top scorer, though. ) and ever since then we became friends and we played games while the adults played badminton. We had a fun time exploring the office building, and the place to us was very foreign and we once believed it to be haunted.

One day I came up with a genuine idea : Snoop into the office and explore.

As P3 and P4 kids back then, we really didn’t have any idea of what was called intrusion. So yeah we took our badminton rackets along to whack the ‘enemies’ in our way just in case we were spotted. And yes, badminton rackets are very powerful weapons, I’m just saying.

So out we went of the badminton hall, and snooped to the nearest office door. I peeked up. No one there.

All clear! You know how the commandos in shooting games command their squad to move forward. I was the commando, Biqing was my squadmate.

Squeeeeeeak. I pried the door open. No security guard came up to arrest me, no sign of movement, no sign of suspicion at all. I motioned to Biqing, and we forwarded into the office. It was cool, cold air-conditioning blowing into our faces, and I enjoyed every single bit of that.

Down the corridor, and left turn, we found ourselves standing beyond a long row of cubicles, some unoccupied, some with shuffling sounds inside, presumably humans inside. If not what, aliens meh.

Shhhh, 有些里面有人，要小心一点。 I whispered.

Bad mistake bro.

I don’t know whether I whispered too loud, or the person has supersonic hearing.

Who’s there? Someone called out.

OH MY F*** if I could scream that then, I would. But I didn’t.
But having some mutual common sense inside both our heads, we instantly knew what to do.

RUN FOR YOUR LIVES!!!!!!!!!!

And we fled. We ran, and ran, and ran. Until finally we slammed the office door shut and ran back into the badminton hall. We peeked outside, no one was following us.

Thank Jesus, thank Mary, thank God. THANK HEAVENS WE WEREN’T FOUND OUT.

After that, we didn’t exactly feel like snooping into the office again. We played better games, like role-playing and all that. You know what P3-P4 kids like to do, don’t you.

That was my first and my last time being a snoop. Now I know how detectives live. Their lives are full of fun, shock, but most importantly, suspense.

I know I said I was gonna blog about Zhang Wei… But let’s push that later in time.

Let’s travel 8 years back in time, to 2004 when I was in K2.

Everybody likes it when Kindergarten children go out as a group, holding hands with each other and always so alert to the surroundings. Don’t we? Yes we do.

I went to a private kindergarten, I didn’t start off there, I transferred there. Before that I went to Little Tots in Bukit Batok, but I was transferred away because apparently one day I pooped in my diapers and the teachers didn’t change nappies for me and my parents got pissed with the service. But that’s another story. Tell me if you want me to blog about that story through any way of communication. Then I shall decide if I wanna blog about that. But anyway.

So one fine day my kindergarten teacher announced to us K2s ” Children, we’re going to the Mini Mart uphill to buy snacks. You’ll be separated into 2 groups, one will go tomorrow, one will go the day after tomorrow. Remember to bring some money, but not too much. $2 is enough. ” I was in the second group.

The next day, the first group set off to the mini mart and came back with snacks. Oh the admiration in my eyes as I watched them eat their snacks hungrily. Us Kindergarteners don’t get to out outdoors very often, so when we do, hell are we excited.

Finally the next day came and it was my group to go uphill to the mini mart.
I remember my excitement and I was like screaming to my friends. Childish me.

So anyway we set uphill, holding hands and forming a human chain. I held tightly to my friend’s hand, afraid to let go.

We finally reached the mini mart, and my teacher pushed open the door. The shopkeeper was an Indian woman and the sight of some super cute kindergarten children put a wide smile on her face.

Choosing things was never easy for a Kindergarteners.

Twisties, Tic Tac, Cheeseballs, Doritos, Monster noodle.

And then is struck me.

YAM YAM.

Cause baby you’re a firework, come and let your colours burst.

Like an orphan finding his long lost mother, I ran to the Yam Yams. Vanilla, strawberry and chocolate.
I love chocolates.

It was 1 dollar ++ I can’t remember how much, but I paid and soon we all gathered outside with our desired snacks. We went back to the kindergarten.

I showed off my delicious Yam Yam like it was a Oyster pearl. Of course I didn’t share with anyone, I mean who shares pearls with each other unless you’re like lovers with them. Which I was not in a relationship at age 6.

I ripped open the package and…. ……. … … … …

There were only 6 sticks

I was so sad.

It’s funny how they give you so much cream for so less sticks. Such a waste.

Hey Yam Yam air company was kind enough to put sticks and chocolate inside their packet of air. I appreciated that extra gift, thanks a lot.

So anyway that was my first shopping experience in Kindergarten without my parents, and it’s an unforgettable one.

This innocence is so beautiful.

I realized my childhood was actually fun-filled, so I decided to start a so-called chain of stories about some memorable extracts of my childhood in a series of blog posts. This is the first post, so let’s begin 🙂

I went to Pei Hwa Presbyterian Primary School ( I know that’s a long name ) and like most other primary schools, we have morning and afternoon sessions. Primary 1-2 afternoon, the rest morning session.
When I was in P3, I was excited about being in the morning session because I felt this strong sense that I’ve already grown up ( but of course I haven’t then ) and I was extremely proud because back then morning session classes would share classrooms with afternoon session classes, and I remember in P3 my class shared classrooms with this primary 1 class, and my class was the older ( not to mention smarter ) class. Which also goes to say, the desk I use in the morning session is used by somebody else in the afternoon session.
I was excited to meet the person who shared the same desk as me, and so was my best friend then. My best friend then was a boy ( just goes to show a girl and a boy can be best friends ) but there was tiny problem. We weren’t allowed to stay back after school hours to loiter around the corridors of classrooms to see who was the person who shared the same desk as me. So we came up with a plan.
We would hide in the toilet until their recess time before sneaking into our classroom. But the thing was, we wanted to see his face but if we snuck in at recess he wouldn’t be in the classroom then. But that was the best our brains could think, so we rotated shifts. On alternate days, we would stay back and camp in the toilet until their recess time before sneaking to the classroom to scrutinize his stuff. It went on for about a week or so. From what my memory still recalls ( it has been 5 years ) he had a blue bag, and his handwriting was super big ( well okay all primary one kids have gigantic handwriting ). So one fine day while my best friend was doing his “shift”, he was unfortunately, caught.
Apparently while he was sneaking inside our classroom, a teacher happened to walk past and spot him in the classroom with the lights off. Primary school teachers always like to overreact, and she presumed my best friend was a thief and so he was caught. But luckily he was smart and he explained to her that he was in the morning session and he shared this classroom with the primary 1 class and he had come to collect something he accidentally left behind, and from his pants pocket he retrieved a pen. The teacher eyed him suspiciously but eventually she left him alone. He breathed a sigh of relief.

From then on, the after-school stalking activity stopped because we couldn’t afford to get into any more trouble or we’ll probably get our ass kicked by the principal.

And so we came up with another plan. Primary school students are so enthusiastic in their plans.
We decided to leave notes under the table, and hope that the cleaner doesn’t remove it before the afternoon session boy sees it. Hopefully he would reply to us.

So we got down to action. Paper and pen and a bright heart was all we needed. And so our first note was done. It went something like this :
Dear whosoever who sits at this desk:
I am your morning session senior, curious to know who you are.
What’s your name? How do you look like?
-Senior

School was dismissed, and my best friend and I deliberately lingered longer until the rest of the class had gone before we placed our note carefully under the desk.

The next day we didn’t get any reply, but the note was gone. Our hearts sank.
But we got our hopes high again and we wrote another note.

The second day, we were elated because there under my desk was a note.
We opened it with shaking fingers.
To: P3 senior
My name is Tommy. I am a boy.

YES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

It was like seeing light after days of darkness. From then on we started writing notes everyday, until finally one day we did something overboard. I took my pair of scissors out and wrote on the scissors, P1 do not touch.

The second day Tommy left his pair of scissors there on my desk and wrote back to me P3 do not touch. And uh my form teacher happened to see the pair of scissors.

She called me and my best friend to see her, and we told her about our attempts to get to know our junior better. Of course, we were told off terribly for nosing into other people’s business and we were punished quite severely because we were made to stay back during recess time. Staying back during recess time back then was a big thing. Only bad kids would stay back during recess. My best friend and I were bad kids for that day.

Since then on, we stopped the whole thing about getting to know Tommy. In fact, his name was the only thing we got to know until today. But of course I don’t think he remembers us anyway.

Once in P5 I think I saw Tommy’s name on the notice board for I forgot what, and everything would flood back. Unfortunately at the end of P3, I lost my best friend because he got into the GEP stream and since then left Peihwa and left me.

But our memories will always be shared, especially our long phone calls discussing our very very retarded plans, thinking about it now. His name is Kho Wen Hao, I don’t know which school he’s in now. I can’t even remember which GEP primary school he transferred to after he left Peihwa, I think it was Henry Park, I can’t remember.

In the next post: Something between Tei Zhang Wei of 2L and I

I know I’ve been neglecting my blog for quite a while. Forgive me.
For the past two days I’ve been at camp, team leadership camp to be exact. It was held at.. Well read the title, located somewhere in Lim Chu Kang around the cemeteries and super ulu.

I was posted to group 1C, which consisted of 11 girls and 1 lucky guy. Apparently I’m the only year 2 there so… There were 3 year 1s and the rest were year 3s. The yellow camp tee was too big for me.

Let’s just say that the weather is always teasing us. When it’s not scorching hot, it’s pouring. And when it’s drizzling, it suddenly stops and drizzles again. When can the weather stop treating us like babies? Oh I got a pretty good suntan, sexier than ever after returning home. Now my arms are like white and brown. There are a damn hell lot of mosquitoes there.

First day:
Reached the campsite at around 8.30(?) and then had some icebreaker games, then got to know all the members in the group. Our bunk was yellow 2, which was just basically a yellow house. The bunk had nothing inside except a double decker bed. Wait you can’t even call it a bed, because there were no mattresses. You can call it a platform to put your sleeping bags on though.
And so we played MRT, Elope, tic-tac-toe, H2O and other games. We also did a lot of cheers. When we aren’t sleeping/having a briefing/eating/walking from place to place, we are cheering. Nothing to do, cheer. Shitting, cheer. Just a hell lot of cheering the same old cheers over and over again. Our facil for 1C is Shao Hao from 5M (if my memory hasn’t failed me).

Lunch actually wasn’t as bad as how they described it. It wasn’t lukewarm and merely edible, it was actually quite nice. The milo there is better than the milo you drink at hawker centers.
But apparently during the first lunch Ms Hannah Tan scolded us like crazy because we didn’t make her feel like she existed. But nevermind our moods weren’t dampened by a severe scolding. Singaporeans have extremely thick skins.

Basically the first day was just ice-breaking and we played a lot of games. There was a huge yellow see-saw and our whole group stood on the see-saw, trying to balance it. Many at times it would suddenly tilt to one side and all of us would scream on it, but finally we did manage to balance it.

There was a night trail the first night, basically treasure hunting at night. The facils were kind enough to scare the shit out of us with some nice ghost stories about the campsite before we set off. And there were facils that painted their face rather prettily with white paint and other paints hiding in the bushes outside to pounce on us when we walked past. I admit I’ve always been scared of these things, and for the rest of the night trail I clung on to Jocelyn like a monkey and even though I knew that the ‘ghosts’ were merely seniors with face painted, but I still stayed away anyway. Better safe than sorry just kidding I’m just a chicken-witted person just kidding I’m just scared of these out-of-this-planet things. So thank you Jocelyn for being my soft toy to comfort me when I pee in my pants during the night trail. I salute your bravery.

District 1 was first for wash-up, so my bunk sneaked to the dorm toilets to wash up. Little did we know, we weren’t allowed to shower there. But since we were already naked in the toilets, there was little the exasperated facilitator could do outside the toilet apart from hastening us to faster finish showering.

I love their supper. Milo and a piece of bread. Simply awesome.

The first night was pretty much a restless night because 4 people squeezing on one wooden plank, the feeling is not good. Especially when whichever direction you turn, you’re facing someone hot.

2nd day:
We woke up at 6.30 and then went to brush up. Everyone basically woke up at the same time because when one moves, the entire hut shakes and makes an earthquake so subsequently everyone else will wake up. When we walked out of our huts to brush teeth, we saw approximately 30 humans walking like zombies to the toilet. Some walked into the opposite sex toilet out of confusion.

Breakfast was fried rice with milo. Every single time before a meal, we have to do a cheer. And the people who serve the food always give super little unless you ask for more. Okay maybe it’s just because I have a gigantic appetite, but everytime I find myself asking Eh can a bit more a bit more ya ya ok thanks to them and sometimes I get this O.o look as if trying to say eh brother your appetite sibei big leh yes brother my appetite is big because I am muscle all over. Just stating facts.

After that we went to different locations to play our separate station games, then we gathered at the field. It was scorching hot, and our skins were all shedding under the heat. See, humans moult too.
Under severe circumstances, that is.

We were all happily suntanning under the 40 degree Celsius sun, when it was reporting attendance time and then something very serious happened. Rizhao of 3A has gone missing. “Who knows how he looks like? You’ve lost a group member! I think we need to call the police *sob* Whatever I do I swear upon my life I will find him.” The facils went bonkers. But in the end it was all a ‘test’ from the teachers. Rizhao was simply taken away to the Ops room drinking coffee, pretending to be a hostage all this while. We were terribly trolled, to think we spent 30 minutes trying to find him in the deep grass.

Our afternoon games were ruined due to the rain. The weather is always PMS-ing on us. There isn’t a single day where it didn’t rain today. Stupid dumb crap. But we went to the canteen and played indoor games instead, such as Where’s the peanut and then we did mass dance. Tarzan. The last time I danced that thing was nearly 2 years ago at my year 1 orientation. The only part I remembered was the OY OY OY OY OY OY OY when everyone will jump like maniacs and punch the air above. But then gradually it came back to me and it went pretty well in fact.

At night we made a huge campfire, the first campfire I’ve ever seen in my life because I missed the campfire in P5 camp. It actually wasn’t as big and grand as I imagined, but it was quite cool because it illuminated the entire night sky which was already pitch dark at 7.20. Mosquitoes come out at night, and I was bitten like shit at the ending of the day. The mosquito actually found its way to my butt.

When it was almost time to sleep, we had another gathering. The boys were dismissed, but the girls were held back. To be honest, the moment the teacher said BOYS YOU CAN GO, GIRLS, STAY. I knew it had something to do with the toilets. What else can it be. Girls and toilets, it all made sense. I showered outside with my clothes on, then went inside a cubicle to wear my clothes only. This is called efficient bathing.
Anyway the whole of the girls went to the toilet to take a ‘tour’ and apparently all the toilets were clogged with toilet paper and somebody pasted their used sanitary pad on the wall. Yes, your period is so beautiful you just gotta display your blood huh.
In the end, we found ourselves cleaning the freshest-smelling place at 12am. Finally, we were released at 12.45 and everyone fell into a deep sleep that night.

3rd day:
We were all awoken by Fangqin who was screaming “EH 1C IF YOU WANT WAKE UP EARLIER WAKE UP NOW AH NOW 6.45 ALREADY” We rubbed our eyes.
So apparently according to Jocelyn in the middle of the night me and Lijing suddenly decided to sandwich her at the same time so she had to resort to pushing both of us away. That’s just electricity. I bet we were like, 1,2,3 ORANGE!!! then we started squeezing her.

Third day was pretty much area cleaning, and wrap webs where everyone holds this string and passes it to whoever who gets thanked about what they’ve done that’s deserving a thank you.

Then we got our pink facilitator tees 💜💜💜💜 the material is like a polo tee and it’s very comfortable. The best part is, IT FITS ME. Although the yellow camp tee fits too if I tucked in and pulled some material out so it wouldn’t look too toot, the pink tee is way better.

We were showed a video about these 3 days, and then we heard Miley Cyrus’ The Climb.

John Huang and Mr DLC came up and spoke something, then we were dismissed back to our bunks and then we were dismissed from there.

We exchanged numbers, and by the time the bus reached RV, the teacher said You are dismissed from here, goodbye! I actually felt like crying but whatever I held it inside.

Before I end this post, I just wanna leave my own heartfelt feelings here:
Dearest 1C
When I came to this camp I knew none of you and that was really crappy because I thought I was forever alone, but soon the ice breaker games already drew us closer. Then, at the first night, we were already somewhat together and quite close already.
Although it was a mere 2 days, I feel that it’s much more than what it is. You know, that indescribable feeling inside you whenever a camp ends, especially when there’s so much bonding.
And I wanna thank our facil, Shao Hao for being such a handsome facil ( and of course nice ) for drawing us together and being with us through these few days.
Goodbyes are always hard, but I hope that when we see each other around in school again, we will remember each other’s faces and say hi, because I hope that we don’t ever forget this camp we had together.
I want all of you to know, it is my honor being in this group, and thank you everyone for making this group a place that felt like home to me. Love you 💙

Walao so dramatic already.

There’s always gonna be another mountain, I’m always gonna wanna make it move. Always gonna be an uphill battle, sometimes I’m gonna have to lose 💜

So for the past week I have been pretty much enjoying my butt off in Bangkok and I also bought loads of things for very cheap prices. Maybe it’s not cheap, just Singapore has ridiculously high standards of living. Singapore has too many high class shopping malls, maybe we should have a huge market like Chatuchak Weekend Market in Bangkok. Then Singapore would be shopping paradise not only to foreigners, but also locals. You know, that feeling when you enter Topshop and find a really attractive dress but then the price tag is such a turn off? Don’t you wish you could download clothes off tumblr and wear them on yourselves? Don’t you always wanted to sue Amazon and eBay for all their attractive goodies but you don’t have a credit card? NOW INTRODUCING, DREAMING Dreaming is a process where you put yourself into a temporary death, known as sleeping. Sometimes you don’t dream, but sometimes you dream funny and ridiculous dreams. At other times when your mind wanders off when you’re not dreaming, it’s called daydreaming.
With dreaming, nothing is impossible! Call 100-100-1000000003832837 to dream before it’s too la…TOO LATE.

So as usual every single overseas trip with the badminton team has left me certain thoughts and memories to ponder over, and change for the better. I guess it’s a part and parcel of overseas trips, whereby we gain much more than just training in River Valley High School’s badminton hall. Alongside all the training, shopping and fun, there is a lesson to take away – friendship and teamwork. Because without everyone’s consistent support, the trip will go haywire and the teachers won’t organize another such trip again because everyone will be unhappy. And this doesn’t just apply to badminton but to all the groups in the world. I think I’ve gone slightly off topic but when one has to rant, one needs to rant everything out before one explodes and shit flies all over the place.

Sometimes we all wished we had as much money as Christian Grey, and sometimes we all wanted to be loved like Anastasia Steele ( maybe minus all that sex ), but we all wanted to be loved because the trend nowadays is to love and be loved by someone.

Holidays are always such a hassle. Firstly there’s nothing to do, secondly your CCA floods in, thirdly there is a crappy lot of homework, fourth there will always be problems with friends ( don’t ask me why ) and fifth, because everything just doesn’t work out in holidays as well as they do during school days because people don’t get to see each other as often. Maybe MOE should introduce holiday+school- NO LESSON ALL PLAY, BUT STAY IN SCHOOL. Feel free to leave any moment and come back any moment. That sounds so realistic but if I had you, that would be the only thing I’d ever need~ All I wanna do is love your body. Justice to the students! Why can’t we be like American kids, who could go to school without uniform, have less strict lessons and cooler teachers and parents? ASIANS.HAVE.NO.LIFE.Just kidding. But seriously. That moment when you say “Just kidding” but actually you’re dead serious but seriously I need to stop ranting before Asia scolds me for being continent-ist.

Can we pretend that airplanes in the night skies are shooting stars? I wish, I wish, I want, I want I want to be loved by you.

Perhaps we were all sent to this earth for a purpose, and personally myself, I’m a lucky child to survive because my mum had several miscarriages before me and I actually wasn’t expected to be born. But here I am, 14 years after my lucky birth blogging 14 years before time.

If there was a time machine, I would like to go back to the day I was born and see how I looked like. I would want to go back to the first day I met certain people and then had such deep feelings for them. I want to go back to my first day in primary school when I fell off the steps to the canteen and didn’t cry, but instead shouted WALAO EH. ohmygod I was already vulgar at age six. I want to go to the day my dad was born and see him as a child. I want to go back to the day certain people in my life was born, and make friends with them earlier than when I did. I want to go back to the first day of Secondary school, which I still remember crystal clear. The list goes on.

What the heck? I’m going to be year 3 next year.

And you throw your head back laughing like a little kid 💜
P.S I do realize this post is pretty random and crappy