School! Junior college! Anglo-Chinese Junior College! I was thinking of keeping the name references to a minimum, thus the vagueness of the 8 Jan entry, but you know what? Screw the potential suers who are desperate to exploit innocent bloggers! Let freedom of speech be true to it's words!
That was a complete diversion from my intended topic FYI. School's boring? That's what most people who go to schools where they just teach the 1 to 10 of NeoPrint posing would say. The same does not apply if you go to a school which has a metro for a DM, a gollum impersonator for a history teacher, a vulgar Englishman for a literature teacher, errr... nothing exciting for the science students though, a cake food fight for every birthday, eye candy all day, dunking at the pool whenever the attendant isn't looking, a rule that involves your friend and light shining, and did I say eye candy? All that beginning with the blessing of a dead lord every morning. Yup, that's my school alright.
ACJC is a fairly nice place. I mean HELL YEAH it's a nice place! We've got the best sports facility! Woo hoo! Ok, maybe except for the toilet. I'm so jealous! The girls have a bright, cheery, yellow toilet but the guys get a dull blue. Maybe it's to camouflage the shit that you'd frequently find in odd places at the cubicles. But then again, I can't say the toilets are bad. It's a universal condition for the male toilets to be bad due to their masculine practises.
ACJC is the home to swim P.E. Yup, SWIM PE. How cool is that? Ok ok, other than being the main concern of the male desire, it's sure a hell lot of fun nonetheless. I learnt quite a lesson at the last session, that being a lifeguard is the dullest thing ever. The only thrilling moment when I had to do lifeguard duty during the lesson was when someone appeared to be struggling in the pool. That was when my fellow swimmer-on-lifeguard-duty-mate got over-excited and threw the floating device to him. Of course, he wasn't in any danger, but I dare add that the float hitting him straight in the head was a greater danger.
As for appearance, you can more or less look as and how you wish. Heck, you can even dye your hair if you want. Just claim that you're a swimmer and your hair to bleached. I'm not sure if bleaching causes a variety of colour change though. For the shoes, you're supposed to wear those with 70% white. Like how the hell do you calculate that? But the shoes there are quite sick actually. Study a passing crowd and you'll alternate between Nike and Adidas. Hairstyle is not much of a problem. A friend (aka soliloquy master), happened to have a physics teacher on PMS one day and was introduced to a pseudorule of a ban on gelled hair. I don't really think that's an actual rule, noone else knew about it, including our dear metro DM. He of course sobbed as a soliloquy siren all the way home.
There was cross-country this afternoon. It was quite an interesting affair, began with students getting lost in the weirdest bus routes, like my friends and I who ended up passing by a sim Lim lookalike. As per the universal cross-country tradition, there were people hell-bent on strolling all the way. And of course there are the anorexic (ok, maybe not so) athletes who take up the top few positions. I nobly ran for my house to give my share of two points for the house system. LSG won both boys champion and girls champion, and of course, overall champion btw. Go LSG! We rawk!
I'd love to write more, but I'm behind time on my EXCITING literature assignment, instead of any BORING science MUGGING that some of the students have to do. So until next time, may your flag bear the same colours as mine in the future.
P.s.: Thanks for ur blog greeting pumpkin! And the other million greetings that you sent me through all means of communications!
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