F for Singapore
“What’s your name?”
“Chan Fang Lynn. F for Fan.”
“Oh, F for Singapore?”
Pizza delivery guys can’t spell for nuts. F for Singapore! New word!
Julien, Aiyan, FL and I decided to order pizza into the school when we found to our irritating horror the BAL was literally locking the entire student body in the school until 5.30pm.
BAL. BAAAL. Sickening sound to it, sickening man to accompany it as well.
By the way, this message goes out to the SUCKERZ who thought my previous entry’s password was ‘hairy bananas’.
Haha, just kidding. But it has something to do with bananas. I just love bananas, don’t you.
Actually it was ‘hairybananas’.
But I realised what a stupid thing that was to do, since my msn nick announces to the world about hairy bananas. So I changed it.
Darence gave me some perception. Then he said:
“Maybe in your room of friends, it’s full already. Then he’s fat. So when he leaves, 3 people can come in?”
Those who read the previous post will get it. I thought it was super funny.
Anyhoo.
Schools have such a long way to go. When they’ve reached the point where instilling fear in students in order to accomplish what is to be done is no longer needed, as in, the students are allowed to do what they please with the full understanding of their choices, only then will schools fulfill their actual purpose anyway. Er, that’s what I think.
It’s really quite a drastic act to actually lock us all in. I get really bothered by stuff like this, don’t know why.
It’s as if they’re forcing you to have a good time. There really isn’t any point when the results you get are grumbling students.
Once again, another example of how the process doesn’t seem to matter. I think it does though.
Not that I’m saying I didn’t have a good time, [FAN-BLOODY-TABULOUS TIME!] but the whole concept behind it is terrible.
They tried to make the event hip-happening and everything by blasting emo/rap music [Eg. Pussy Cat Dolls etc]. But the thing was that they’d cut the song off halfway and start a new song everytime, and the additional noise doesn’t help the already ear-bursting noise the students make.
Anyhoo, FL and I got quite ticked off that we were missing tution, so we tried to formulate plans on escaping.
Then Huanwen’s voice echoed in my head! He had been going on and on about escaping by climbing over the Scout’s shed.
We went there, and surprise surprise, people were flocking around the area as well, planning their escape.
This guy nearly escaped. But the barb wire prevented him from doing so, DRATS.
The good thing was that Huanwen managed to escape. He climbed up onto the Scout’s shed roof, walked across it and jumped off the other side. There’s still a black gate to get over, so he managed to pull himself over. My god, that bloody tiny toot ninja. He’s a genius.
While we were musing about what to do, Mrs Chee, our chemistry teacher, caught us
Mrs Chee: You four! C’mere!
Us: We’re not doing anything!
Mrs Chee: Yeah right. But you thought of it, right.
Aiyan: *blurts out the truth, blah blah* ….. I was um, thinking about chemistry!
Mrs Chee: Cut the crap *whacks Aiyan with roll of paper*
After that, the DM came walking along. Something about us wanting to escape came up, and she doomed her voice upon us, “Even GIRLS want to do this sort of thing? COME HERE…”
I swear, I never knew the words ‘come here’ could sound so intimidating and finite.
When the DM says it, you’d feel like peeing in your pants.
But Mrs Chee to the rescue! Thank god.
She explained some excuse to her for us while the 4 of us tried to run away unnoticeably.
We came up with dumb plans to escape:
1) Jump onto and cling on one of the cars which were leaving school
2) We asked Mrs Guna to give us a ride out of school
3) Hop into the back of the ambulance which left its backdoors opened.
4) Build a ladder out of the logs in the Scout’s shed and climb over
5) Exchange uniforms with Zu Kai’s MJC one. We’d walk out one by one then throw the uniforms back over for them to change. That would be gross though, because at one point when we exchange back the uniforms, we’ll all be naked in public.
So then we decided to order a pizza.
We were trying to figure out the school’s postal code when we suddenly walked past the announcement notice boards and smack right there was the school’s address. Haha!
We wandered off to the front gate and called for pizza. When the pizza dude asked for the address, we went, “OH SHIT!” and ran all the way back to the notice boards to get the postal code.
FL: *panting* it’s 130 Haig Road, [postal code, I forgot. Ironic].
Pizza Dude: Isn’t it.. A school?
FL: Yah, Tanjong Katong Secondary School
I thought it was funny because we went through so much fuss on obtaining the school’s postal code when we could’ve simply told the guy which school to deliver to.
At last, the pizza dude came! We sneaked the pizza into one of the empty classrooms and devoured it like pigs.
After we finished, we went up to the hall to watch FL play table tennis.
Some time later, WHACK. A badminton racket came flying down and smacked Royce’s head. his spectacles broke into 2.
His left lense just split into halves. His new emo specs! 
Evonne started acting as if she was Royce’s girlfriend and started scolding the sec 1D guy. But the guy didn’t even have the decency to apologise. Sigh, kids these days…
I didn’t even realise that today was actually Sports Day [Yeah, people. SURPRISE SURPRISE!], except they’ve renamed it in order to honour the school’s 50th anniversary.
I bet it was Bal’s smart alec idea, he really sprouts out nonsensical shit sometimes.
And my oh my, guess which class came in top for the upper sec games?
3C, DUH
Haha in your face LOZERS, with a capital ‘Z’! This is the utterly most bananaish KEWL thing ever since sliced bread.
Last year, 2C was the lower secondary champion. We practically screamed out lungs out and clamoured all over the trophy. Nostalgia. C all the way!
Gold for volleyball
Gold for relay race
Silver for basketball
Silver for badminton
Silver for table tennis
When we started cheering and Rui Wen waved the trophy about in the air, I just bloody fell in love with my class. I think we all did. Or maybe it’s just me.
It was the whole class spirit thing.
It’s like one of those scenes which can be played in slow motion, everyone in hyper mode, jumping and yelling with the ‘We Are The Champions’ song playing in the background. Drama.
I think in those split seconds, it’s pure love.
It’s not something coming from you, or from another, it’s just this strong, unspeakable force in between.
Okay that sounded like utter crap, I just love 3C!
I just love it when I love. It feels sooo good. You’re just consumed by this feel-good feeling. Mmm.
The world doesn’t need money, it needs love!
Well, money would help too.. But love comes first!
And of course, pictures…
The trophy! It’s covered with our dirty and sweaty fingerprints now.
The trophy + medals = 3C CHAMPIONS HELLO.
They’re all carrying Rui Wen, haha. Weird. That’s Mr Tchen Ah Huat! AHHHH. His legs were surprisingly hairy.
Anyway, got these pictures from blogs around.
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I had another strange dream.
There were gaps in between which I’ve already forgotten, but I’ve got the gist of it anyway.
It involves peeing and beaches.
Julien, Janice and I [Alliteration of 'J'. I wonder if that was a coincidence] were walking along a road.
We were heading to Ahmad Ibrahim Secondary School [Everything I dream about now involves Pecky/Colin/Calvin. I had another dream where 6 of us, including Liz and Eunice, were all living in a spaceship and we ran out of clothes to change into]
The funny thing is that I’ve never seen the school before, yet I’m dreaming of it.
Actually, I think I dreamt of my school, except it was AISS. Makes any sense?
So we walked down the stairs and out of the corner of my eye I could see people in fluorescent pink shirts playing soccer.
That would be TK’s soccer players, yep, pink shirts. Except they were from AISS in my dream.
The 3 of us proceeded to enter the girls’ toilet. We actually started oohing and aahing at it. It was just chocolate brown all over.
I entered one of the cubicles, it’s a big one, like the handicap type. A shower curtain surrounded the toilet bowl itself.
I pushed the shower curtain open and started to pee? Yep, I dreamt of peeing.
Technically it was just sitting on the toilet bowl.
Suddenly, the 3 of us were on the beach supposedly behind the school.
I was still sitting on the toilet, the shower curtain surrounded me, now the cubicle’s vanished.
I looked up, this huge, impending blue wave peeked behind the shower curtain and it was looming above me.
There wasn’t any panic though.
I squeezed my eyes shut as the water crashed down and the wave washed me onto shore.
We were all sprawled across the dry sand with the sun beating down on us. The sun felt good.
Suddenly, the sky grew dark as we picked ourselves up.
We made a fire and sat around it. I was looking at a photograph in my hands, except now I don’t remember what was in it.
Wakey wakey.