Okay, like my exam partner said, CTs are over. One hurdle crossed, but days to the big Os draw nearer. The anticipation of CT's results are killing me, though I know I most probably will either just scrape through or fail, but I can't help but think that I will be on cloud nine if I actually do surprisingly well. Sighhhhhhhh, Chemistry was obviously a killer, quite like its setter. Heh, man, I actually dreamt I got reprimanded by her. A nightmare, yes!

Oh & I realised, without RC activities, I find that I don't have much to blog about. Apart from occassional outings, oh wait, there was only 1 recent one, okay then I shall blog about that. Yesterday, the usuals caught a movie together. It was entitled Penelope, pronounced as Pen-ell-lo-pee, haha about this girl being born with a pig's snout. 3 out of 5 stars for me. Then we walked around plaza sing, its so close to RC HQ. Nostalgia, but just a teeny weeny bit. Daiso, the $2 shop really fascinated me. They had all sorts of interesting things there, all priced at $2, sounds cheap but getting just a handful of items may cost a bomb. We all spent around $10 each just in that shop. However, I'm really satisfied, because I was able to purchase items that hold much meaning. We left soon after we got what we wanted.

I hurried to take the mrt to clementi with Yifang, which is on the green line, so I didn't estimate the time from Dobhy Ghaut to Clementi. Ended up waiting for an hour for my parents; for the first half hour though, I enjoyed sitting there, cause at that time I somehow had lots of things to think of. But the next half an hour, I was practically dozing off while sitting upright. What's more, the weather was really humid & there was not much of a breeeze, so the 1 hour wait was really !@#$%. Anyway, I went to a Korean restaurant with a group of around 20 ppl, & my table was 2 tables away from Allan Wu, Wong Lilin & their families. Okay I know, its no big deal, but afterall she's still the lead actress of the movie Leap Years, so she is somebody right. Oh, but the dinner was not for me, the authentic korean dishes had a weird taste, gosh & dining in such a fine restaurant was extremely pricey.

Okay, can I say that's all? Yea, I'm too lazy to blog anymore. What's more, there's school tomorrow. Oh, & unfortunenately I don't foresee myself getting exceedingly good grades. Sighhhhh..

Leona Lewis American Idol Performance

See, she can sing live incredibly well!


okay, I'm probably mad from studying?

still LEONA LEWIS :DDDD

She's a wonderful singer!

The day started off really weird. Hey afterall, its Friday the 13th! Reached Dobhy Ghaut just in time, met the cadets. (ex-cadets but they still call me ma'am). Did some recap with them before proceeding to the Red Cross House, a place that I'm so used to already, though not being within some's sight. It was the place I'd been coming to since I was in primary school; the premises stands strong over the years & there's no major alteration to its semblance.

Walked up the spiral stairway to RCTC room 2, & expressions of nervousness started to surface. That wasn't a strange sight, as both Winny & I, the 2 licensed oldies, were getting it too. We decided to leave the room after a while, so as not to absorb the candidates' stress. Instead we settled for fresh air, at the mouth of the RC house, a light talk & random topics. Time passed & then it was time for bandaging & CPR. We the oldies were quite discomposed, trying our luck at hinting as our job was to do so. The CPR was even worse, the tension gradually building, as the candidates were to enter the room singly. The examiner seemed as if she could eat my girls n guy up.

Wasn't it upsetting that I couldn't stay for the results?!! Haha. Anyway, congrats to this clamorous yet astoundingly amazing batch of sec 1s. Their results were laudable & I could see due amount of effort put into studying for this test. But its worth it, cause when you pass, you'll be a licensed & certified first aider! You'll get your own license which is so cool!

Ehhm okay, then I went to Cairnhill place to get the X-ray done. Then rushed back to school with Winny, managing to catch a glimpse of the Land ROD. But it was the best part! The marching past of the graduating batch, & I felt glad, that there was some 22o6 ppl in the squad of green. As the weeks passed, more UGians of 22o6 get their Retirement Of Duty or Passing Out Parades. I reminisced the times when we were still under our sirs/ma'ams wing, & cadets of different UG, namely Land, Air, Guides, Boy's Brigade & Red Cross, spending time together doing drills. As time passed & we entered sec 3, our wings were then fully-fledged; 22o6 UGians assumed the higher roles of each unit. Knowing each other pretty well, negotiations were able to reach an agreement, & we all came closer together. That made life in UG the more worthwhile.

& today Qinjie made a special mention towards 22o6 UGians during his speech, I think he left us all in awe. I have to say, Wong Qinjie does drive me up the wall at times with his temperament, yet he still knows how to do something afterward to save his skin. =)) Anyway, congrats big green guy, I think we'll be seeing you in a RED beret during your NS time. Haha.

Okay, I'm lazy to continue from here. The rest are 'mundane' details. Haha, just kidding. Played with the sec 2s cause they jio us out for lunch. We made a din at Sumo house before proceeding to my house. We played 'cat-and-mouse' all the way from AMK to KHATIB. It was fun, but kinda exhausting for old people like me.

Today was really really !!!! Haha, the series of events kept going, like an unstoppable film. But I want another today. & ANTICIPATION is my new cool word.

Cya.

Farewell party: an indelible 2 hours.
Though farewells couldn't go without speeches,
when it was my turn to go up and make one, I
realised then it was really redundant. Perhaps
I do better while writing.

I can't say so for the rest, because I could sense
their innermost feelings & how they reach out
to their audience. They just have the gift for speech.
Anyway, it was astounding to actually witness the
ones who cried so badly; they weren't whom I thought
would, though it is comforting to envisage why they
were crying for. The video presented wasn't that moving,
as just like mine was last year. I didn't cry, just like they
didn't.

At that particular point in time when we were
distributing our gifts, & I walked over to the
sec 1s & 2s to give out mine, I was brought
back to when I was in sec 1 & 2, where no NCO
would actually really bother about the
existence of sec 1s & 2s, as the emphasis
would be concentrated on the graduating batch
as well as the batch taking over. The sec 1s
and 2s will only just be presented with
little minute gifts of encouragement for
their upcoming years in Red Cross. Also
the programmes in store for the graduating
batch were always last-minute. &
each batch of cadets would only prepare
their performance during the camp itself.
Therefore it is consolatory to know that sec 2s
have put in commendable effort for our
farewell party, in collaboration with our VI
and our YOs. & I hope that sec 1s didn't feel
that left out either.

I wonder if this'll be the end of my RC
journey, as the saying goes that all good
things must come to an end. Those remarkable
times as a unit will never be effaced. & as we
all know how much you girls hope for us
to become VIs, let me tell you that if we
become VIs, things will still nvr be the same
again. There will be times when you purposely
keep us out of your conversations cause we
ought not to know some things, & there will
be a deep gap between us & you; in terms
of friendship as well as ma'am-cadet r/s.
Problems will arise & you'll find it hard to
even communicate with us.

Its easy for you girls to say 'be a VI'.
Its easy for us to say 'yes'.
But it might not be easy for us to work
together. Moreover, what's the
difference of us being a VI or being a
senior? I guess time will tell our
decision, so until then, you will all be
kept in suspense.

That's all for my promised entry. I
procrastinated, but definitely with
a valid reason! (:

I guess I'm the last one to actually open up Blogger & actually start typing sth solid to post. Well, just one piece of redundant info to all readers for a start, because I'm wallowing in self pity; my hard disk crashed, & I've lost all my pictures, videos & documents. Okay, one day when I'm really free I shall collect them back again.

Anyway, POP is over. The camp started as a major cock-up, I think no one will deny that, but I suppose things gradually got better as the sec 3s got more & more used to being the ICs. Conquer O on Friday seemed especially long, though I can't picture why. So when it was finally over, the 'slacker' NCOs went down to the RC room to dump our stuff there. I suppose at that time, no one really felt that that would be the last 2 days we can still claim the room is ours.

Ehmm, okay as for the minute details, I have to skip. So, digressing to after our food shopping spree, the 6 NCOs returned to school & merrily started a fire for our outdoor cooking. At that time, the joy of being able to actually sit outside the redcross room to peacefully eat a meal was very satisfying. Picture a dark sky, dim lights from the corridor, & the warmth of the flame coming from under the mass tins, not forgetting the aroma of the food cooking. Okay well, its just so family-like.

& at night, that was when the 'camp' really started. Well, I know the sec 2s will hate me for what I've done, though no one will actually be so blunt to say it out. I just hope you'll be able to endure, no matter how tough things are. D'you know how much it hurt to actually stand there and watch you all crumble? But someone still has to do the dirty job. & after the plenty drilling sessions, we all sincerely hope that you'd all grow, to acheive BIG things. Because we can see potential.

As for sec 1s, like I said, I don't really know you people yet. But it is definitely visible that you all have sort of understood a few of the many rules of being a UGian. The road upcoming ain't easy, that's for sure. But as long as there's passion, as well as due effort, things will flow smoothly. I was glad & amazed that sec 1s, being sec 1s, could really improve overnight. Their drills improved the very next day, & their mindset of 'no, I'm not ready for POP' could change to 'YES, I'm ready for POP'. You could say it was heartwarming.

After 'tucking' the dear cadets into 'bed', the NCOs retired for the night as well. A few knocked out straightaway. Qh & I were the 'survivors'. She passed time playing Vanessa's PSP, while I sat quietly in thought, or rather I was trying to go to sleep. Qh mumbled nonsensical stuff out, which the half-asleep Vanessa would stifle out a laugh. At that time, it was around 3.00am. Awhile later, the rain came, bringing about a refreshing breeze. It was cold, but Qh & I ventured out of our cosy abode. Then we plonked onto the chairs at the foyer, cause not much strength was left of our tired bodies. A small conversation was held, afterwhich we slept. Apparently I couldn't sleep, which was such a waste, cause my eyelids were drooping but my brain just didn't want to shut down yet. When I finally could, my stomach had to cruelly wake me up; I felt like vomitting so I hurriedly switched positions, till I was sitting on the foyer floor. Pathetic huh, but then again, not long after, I was awoken by Edna, it was 5.ooam. How timely.

We tried to wake the sleeping beauty up, but she didn't budge, so we took a walk & gave a morning call to the cadets. They responded to our first call. (: PT was next, initially I ran with them, but decided to stay back to attend to the 'patients'. At least it was fruitful, as I made my first talk with Joey & Hwee Tong.

Time crawled by before it was the last rehearsal for POP. Everyone was perked up by that time, & were able to execute considerably standard drills upon Cx's command. As the 'guests' slowly arrived, the NCOs were donning on their immaculate uniform filled with badges. It was busy time for the sec 3s as they had to boost the morale of the sec 1s & 2s, to gear them up for their grand entrance. As the Guard-Of-H& honour contingent marched smartly into the parade square, I could feel the stares from all around. I suppose the six of us were bursting with pride, a sight not to be missed. As the parade commenced, things were going awry as cock-ups surfaced. & when the GOH contingent blasted the final cheer, the voices were filled with enthusiasm, & at the end, we won applauds from the audience; Yf pulled of my beret too.

It was after the parade that many unexpected incidents came simultaneously. That incured my wrath & all I could do was to helplessly pace around the 2nd floor of our school. Deep in thought, I held onto the 2 keys linked together by a keyring. I realised that there's always only room for 2, which leaves me feeling uneasy. After I was satisfied, I stopped & returned to the stuffy room. It was still hours to go before the anticipated farewell party. Everyone preoccupied themselves with something; I was still disorientated & fidgety. Finally as the minutes inched nearer, the NCOs got ready to leave the room. Outside stood the sec 2s, who were adamant about putting on bandages for us. Fortunately I managed to get away, & ended up behind a pillar less than 10m from the AVA room. No one could find me, until Yiling spotted me.

Digressing, I realised my post is redundantly lengthy. I didn't bother to summarise my words, & at some points, I too realised that I have no idea what I'm typing. Well the farewell party shall be explained at a later date, when I feel I have the inspiration to type. As for now, I shall sleep, & tmr there's still the maths camp. Sighhhhhhh.