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AIRBORNE ALL THE WAY Saturday, July 26, 2008

Yesterday we had the N6 Cluster Thingy that celebrates Racial Harmony Day.

Now, what's Racial Harmony got to do with 'Celebrating Youth' or whatever it's got written on our shirts?

Yes, we got special N6 cluster thingy black shirts with funny, paint splattered people in all sorts of grosteque poses painted in front.

But anyway, we're off track. The thing is, the dance was, well, sure, about Racial Harmony, I guess, but the celebration after that?

I don't think so.

So, enough about my complaining. Let's talk about what there was to offer.

After the dance [Which one of the teachers, whose initials are C.P. [NOT COMMAND POST] shouted at us to do properly but only did it half heartedly himself - yes, I was watching] which was a bloody stupid dance, I might add, we ran off to play some games and get our souvenirs. See, there was this idea that for every game we play we get one stamp. Then when we get three stamps, we can go collect our souvenirs, which happens to be a nice water bottle.

So, me and Celine and Fransiska went to the nearest kiosk, archery...and were confronted with a monstrous, intimidating queue. Gaaak. So we moved off to this funny game called...wait, let me search...no, it's not choqueball, nor is it tchoqueball, and it's not tchokball either...ah, here it is. Tchoukball, where the main idea is to bounce the ball off the trampoline and score when the ball hits the ground outside the semicircle [I forgot what it's called]. You can't intercept, you can only try to catch it before it hits the ground after it's hit the trampoline. If I'm making you confused just go check the internet and see what I mean.

]It was pretty boring. I mean, there was this girl on the opposing team who always tried to score. She threw, I caught. I threw, she caught. And so it goes...

So, anyway, their team won. The guy gave is a couple a extra minutes, and we threw and caught and threw and caught and threw and caught...then the game was over. And this other, bored, retarded [in Fransiska's words] looking guy, looked up and said, "What, their game over already?" or something like that.

If I could arrange my facial expression it would have been something like -_-.

Anyway, we grabbed our stamps and rushed on to the next stop - Skipping. Boy, that was bloody comparably easy, I can tell ya that. All we were asked to do were 20 skips - not cross or anything fanciful, just twenty plain ol' skips. Well, me and Celine finished in less than half a minute, maybe a quarter, and waited for Fransiska to finish. Then we got our stamps and went off to inline skating.

I don't know how many times I encouraged them or said "very good!" that day. Turns out neither Fransiska nor Gen nor Pei Yu were good at roller blading and we had to help 'em along. I never knew I had it in me to help people in Roller blading, seeing as I'm so lousy at it myself. But still we managed it, and I guess you could say I thouroughly enjoyed it. Ok, fine, so I didn't 'thouroughly' enjoy it, but heck, it still was fun.

We got our stamps and moved along to Giant Ball. This was sorta like volleyball, although the ball that we played with was about Tharun's height. The first game we played was against girls that we knew, and we lost miserably...I think. Someone slammed the ball into my defensive arm that it smashed it backwards and my arm hurt for the rest of the day.

But the real hilarious moment was when we played against the boys. Their expressions were all smug, we'll-thrash-you-since-you're-weak-crummy-girls. Ha. If they could tell the future they'd be wearing oh-no-let's-run-for-our-lives,-they're-gonna-thrash-us expressions.

'Cause that's what we did. 6-4, to be precise.

They really were bloody idiots to underestimate us. Never underestimate the power of girls. Of course, not all girls are that great, and not all boys are that sucky either. But anyway.

We raced to the circular building to collect our bottles...then we ran back to class [yes, this was hosted in our school]...then we ran up to the roof garden...then we ran down again...then we went home.

What a happy ending.

~Quote of the Day~
If you’re gonna use military force, then you ought to use overwhelming military force…All war is immoral, and if you let that bother you, you’re not a good soldier.

-Curtis Lemay. No, I don't know who he is either.

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