I walked briskly to the bus stop across the road from Zhi Yuan's house after he had said, "Come quickly." Both Zhi Yuan and Juliet were already sitting at the bus stop waiting. Zhi Yuan's instructions weren't needed after all; Michelle was still on the bus to Bukit Batok MRT Station, where Delia was already waiting.
Eventually we got onto the bus from BB MRT Station that Brenda, Delia and Michelle were on. We were heading to the Hwa Chong Junior College (HCJC) Open House called Genesis. According to Zhi Yuan, Kegan and Paul were already in HCJC.
On alighting, we crossed the road and entered the campus one storey above ground level (direct connection of the overhead bridge to the gate). Immediately on the left I saw two squash courts (but nobody was playing squash yet). A few metres down, we saw a group of dancers probably practising their suave Western dance moves. There a tour guide by the name of Alicia met us and we went on a tour around the school (or to be more specific, tour around Block A of the school, where most of the CCAs had set up their booths). We met Kegan and Paul outside the dance room too; both of them immediately passed me two slips of paper with mathematics questions on them.
After receiving our goodie bags (the plastic bags were designed by the students), we headed to Block A and the Central Plaza where most of the performances by the performing arts CCAs were taking place. We went around the block and watched the Chinese and Western dance performances. Alicia left us at one of the air-conditioned classrooms where the Economics Department set up their booth.
From there, we went to the air rifle range (forgot whose idea it was) and most of them tried some shots. After the underground range, we headed upstairs to the Hall where a replay of last week at NJC occurred.
After hours at the Hall, the gang left the school at around 1pm for lunch at King Albert Park's McDonald's Place. Another round of downpour (similar to yesterday's) followed, and all of us went into McDonald's Place with shoes soaked. After lunch, all of us went home, though I regretted not checking out the ELDDFS (the 'F' refers to 'Film') before leaving.
After today, I'm in quite a dilemma. NJC produces top students, but the atmosphere may be a bit stressed; HCJC seems to have more laidback attitudes. I know I will eventually have to make the decision, but I want to find out where my friends have decided to go before considering. Sigh...
After dinner at home, my mother told me father caught two seahorses when they went fishing last night and he stupidly brought the two home. By the time they reached home they were already dead. Heartless, stupid father. (Okay, the first word's exaggerating, but he was really quite stupid.) Why can't just set them free? Pictures of seahorses are all over the internet; he doesn't have to bring two home specially to let me see.
Rest In Peace
Eventually we got onto the bus from BB MRT Station that Brenda, Delia and Michelle were on. We were heading to the Hwa Chong Junior College (HCJC) Open House called Genesis. According to Zhi Yuan, Kegan and Paul were already in HCJC.
On alighting, we crossed the road and entered the campus one storey above ground level (direct connection of the overhead bridge to the gate). Immediately on the left I saw two squash courts (but nobody was playing squash yet). A few metres down, we saw a group of dancers probably practising their suave Western dance moves. There a tour guide by the name of Alicia met us and we went on a tour around the school (or to be more specific, tour around Block A of the school, where most of the CCAs had set up their booths). We met Kegan and Paul outside the dance room too; both of them immediately passed me two slips of paper with mathematics questions on them.
After receiving our goodie bags (the plastic bags were designed by the students), we headed to Block A and the Central Plaza where most of the performances by the performing arts CCAs were taking place. We went around the block and watched the Chinese and Western dance performances. Alicia left us at one of the air-conditioned classrooms where the Economics Department set up their booth.
From there, we went to the air rifle range (forgot whose idea it was) and most of them tried some shots. After the underground range, we headed upstairs to the Hall where a replay of last week at NJC occurred.
After hours at the Hall, the gang left the school at around 1pm for lunch at King Albert Park's McDonald's Place. Another round of downpour (similar to yesterday's) followed, and all of us went into McDonald's Place with shoes soaked. After lunch, all of us went home, though I regretted not checking out the ELDDFS (the 'F' refers to 'Film') before leaving.
After today, I'm in quite a dilemma. NJC produces top students, but the atmosphere may be a bit stressed; HCJC seems to have more laidback attitudes. I know I will eventually have to make the decision, but I want to find out where my friends have decided to go before considering. Sigh...
After dinner at home, my mother told me father caught two seahorses when they went fishing last night and he stupidly brought the two home. By the time they reached home they were already dead. Heartless, stupid father. (Okay, the first word's exaggerating, but he was really quite stupid.) Why can't just set them free? Pictures of seahorses are all over the internet; he doesn't have to bring two home specially to let me see.
Rest In Peace
yours truly, tobias at 3:38 pm
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