We all thought alike, wanting to birth an irresistibly hot idea which would shake the school's guts up, and achieve a legacy that all Victorians would always keep a mental note on on their side of their heads. Like the Victorian Spirit wall, which has etched such a pivotal image in our minds- recesses, muggings, camps, we all deal with that mural.
Or the 1st-5th floor staircase, whereby half the hoi polloi climb up everyday to chiong assembly. I guess these little nooks and littles of our school is what we have gained affection for, despite not participating in its birth.
Hence, Threejay wanted to achieve that. Threejay wanted to replicate one of these great, successful pieces, that all stuck on Victorians minds and live them. We wanted to be part, or lead rather, the revolution, of the next big school feature.
And we got our perfect location, the wall so noticeable to every Victorian everyday. The wall that would propel our class (3J2007) to eternal fame and glory. And guess what? A few days after its approval, we kenna rejected.
We deal with it right? So we ultimately got a less prominent wall, a wall hardly any Victorian walks pass, or none actually. No Victorian walks pass that wall except our class. But we decided to make the best out of it. I guess nobody really expressed it (either they didn't give a damn or they didn't want to be the wet blanket) but the location of the wall were painting wasn't exactly the ideal candidate. The committee did their best all the same and entertained the non-painters with Halo and Winning Eleven while painting their guts out.
But what really mattered this time was that we were bonding as a class. I mean sure, Sec 3 Camp did that for us, on a much bigger scale actually. But this was on an entirely new level, the strictness of camp life were gone and we were being happy like crazy.
Hence started the day with whitewashing, which was a rather fun job, I thought.
Haha, we were Al Gores-Life Earthers-Money savers that day by labeling all our cups so we didn't have to reuse them :)
And what was another major milestone was that there were only 3 AEP students in the class. Everyone else was just a normal Victorian with standard Singaporean 2 years of Visual Art lessons. Yet, we managed to accomplish such a hyped frenzy of painting activities.
Then when we were on the homing stretch I guess the painting got into some of the peeps leading to strippings of their shirts and painting of their bodies. There were female teachers around. (I'm not one of them)
As we finally completed the last stroke of paint, even God was smiling down on us. We had this amazing hue of purple painting the sky. It was super amazing, never seen anything like that in Singapore before.
And in true Victorian fashion, we ended with VS Unite!
Haha, the fruit of our labour:
I guessed what we finally realized after everything (cliche moral-of-the-stories) was that we didn't do the challenge for the school, we didn't do it for anybody. We did it for ourselves, as a class. We did it as a testimony of our esprit de corp. It didn't matter that anyone didn't pass by it, we did. And that was all that mattered.
And what was amazing that despite the secluded spot we left our legacy on, people came to marvel at our mural. Principle, Marran, teachers, students. I guess you really know you're pro when people make effort to come all the way in.
Or the 1st-5th floor staircase, whereby half the hoi polloi climb up everyday to chiong assembly. I guess these little nooks and littles of our school is what we have gained affection for, despite not participating in its birth.
Hence, Threejay wanted to achieve that. Threejay wanted to replicate one of these great, successful pieces, that all stuck on Victorians minds and live them. We wanted to be part, or lead rather, the revolution, of the next big school feature.
And we got our perfect location, the wall so noticeable to every Victorian everyday. The wall that would propel our class (3J2007) to eternal fame and glory. And guess what? A few days after its approval, we kenna rejected.
We deal with it right? So we ultimately got a less prominent wall, a wall hardly any Victorian walks pass, or none actually. No Victorian walks pass that wall except our class. But we decided to make the best out of it. I guess nobody really expressed it (either they didn't give a damn or they didn't want to be the wet blanket) but the location of the wall were painting wasn't exactly the ideal candidate. The committee did their best all the same and entertained the non-painters with Halo and Winning Eleven while painting their guts out.
But what really mattered this time was that we were bonding as a class. I mean sure, Sec 3 Camp did that for us, on a much bigger scale actually. But this was on an entirely new level, the strictness of camp life were gone and we were being happy like crazy.
Hence started the day with whitewashing, which was a rather fun job, I thought.
Haha, we were Al Gores-Life Earthers-Money savers that day by labeling all our cups so we didn't have to reuse them :)
And what was another major milestone was that there were only 3 AEP students in the class. Everyone else was just a normal Victorian with standard Singaporean 2 years of Visual Art lessons. Yet, we managed to accomplish such a hyped frenzy of painting activities.
Then when we were on the homing stretch I guess the painting got into some of the peeps leading to strippings of their shirts and painting of their bodies. There were female teachers around. (I'm not one of them)
As we finally completed the last stroke of paint, even God was smiling down on us. We had this amazing hue of purple painting the sky. It was super amazing, never seen anything like that in Singapore before.
And in true Victorian fashion, we ended with VS Unite!
Haha, the fruit of our labour:
I guessed what we finally realized after everything (cliche moral-of-the-stories) was that we didn't do the challenge for the school, we didn't do it for anybody. We did it for ourselves, as a class. We did it as a testimony of our esprit de corp. It didn't matter that anyone didn't pass by it, we did. And that was all that mattered.
And what was amazing that despite the secluded spot we left our legacy on, people came to marvel at our mural. Principle, Marran, teachers, students. I guess you really know you're pro when people make effort to come all the way in.
Labels: threejay, Victorianism
This is me, at Eleven Thirty-six in the night, typing a blog entry. You think I'm crazy, but, I have: Pokka Ice Lemon Tea!
Go figure! I took that long to discover something caffeine-d in school. There were the canned Nescafes crap but they didn't help at all (plus they carried exorbitantly un-worth-it price tags. The school soon realized the dangers of students drinking coffee (perfectly alright I did mention?) and removed it from the vendor's inventory.
For the past few weeks my reliance was on Milo although they were just energy boosters. They didn't exactly keep me awake but were a great way to start the day. Lizhi also enlightened me on buying the correct type of Milo- the canned kind or the packet kind. The canned one was one dollar while the packet was seventy cents. The canned one had 240ml of energy boosting Milo and the packet one had 250ml of energy boosting Milo.
Yeshhh. I kenna conned.
Whatever, so it's Ice Lemon Tea from Pokka tomorrow! Plus Sports Day and ultimate threejay bonding!
Oh, and to Nico if you're reading this: Thanks for those songs! Love it!
Go figure! I took that long to discover something caffeine-d in school. There were the canned Nescafes crap but they didn't help at all (plus they carried exorbitantly un-worth-it price tags. The school soon realized the dangers of students drinking coffee (perfectly alright I did mention?) and removed it from the vendor's inventory.
For the past few weeks my reliance was on Milo although they were just energy boosters. They didn't exactly keep me awake but were a great way to start the day. Lizhi also enlightened me on buying the correct type of Milo- the canned kind or the packet kind. The canned one was one dollar while the packet was seventy cents. The canned one had 240ml of energy boosting Milo and the packet one had 250ml of energy boosting Milo.
Yeshhh. I kenna conned.
Whatever, so it's Ice Lemon Tea from Pokka tomorrow! Plus Sports Day and ultimate threejay bonding!
Oh, and to Nico if you're reading this: Thanks for those songs! Love it!
Labels: threejay, Victorianism
Spent half an hour making a card for THREEJAY's dear Wilgene who is down with the utterly gross chicken pox. Let's just hope he comes back without any scars on him:)So rest well Wilgene! We await your return and your (inexistant) naggings to switch off our phones!
P/s I have yet to take any shots for the pasar malam yet! Utterly disappointed with self!
Labels: threejay, Victorianism
Yesterday forced me into it's per-mutating temperaments. The day started of extremely well- managed to wake up without any of those lousy drowsy states after the 6th Snooze I fired on my phone. Without much procrastination, I proceeded to the Chinatown station about 15 stations from where I live.
It was the first self-organized photography shootout and the first 400D group photography shootout and the first 400D and self organized photography shootout. -.-"" Haha. And to mark that momentous occasion I spilled Milo in my delightful Crumpler because of reasons of which I shall not divulge. Hence my beautiful red shirt and awesome green sweater converted to MacBook case (and on that day, Carly's home) was kenna-ed by the Milo. This is excluding my half read Newsweek , Nikon Photo Magazine and NTUC Bus Guide.
What a loss.
Carly didn't suffer too much though. It would be quite a sin if I put her through torture since she's only one week old. Okay, shan't comment too much on the photographic side since you can all just log onto Flickr to see my day's shots. General comments include an Underexposed for generic shots in that set. Perhaps I am still not that quick enough to toggle between the settings at the right time yet.
Oh well, practice makes perfect =)
Camp's tomorrow and since threejay is a rather bonded class I'd reckon we would survive it rather happily.
P/s BFS is two!
It was the first self-organized photography shootout and the first 400D group photography shootout and the first 400D and self organized photography shootout. -.-"" Haha. And to mark that momentous occasion I spilled Milo in my delightful Crumpler because of reasons of which I shall not divulge. Hence my beautiful red shirt and awesome green sweater converted to MacBook case (and on that day, Carly's home) was kenna-ed by the Milo. This is excluding my half read Newsweek , Nikon Photo Magazine and NTUC Bus Guide.
What a loss.
Carly didn't suffer too much though. It would be quite a sin if I put her through torture since she's only one week old. Okay, shan't comment too much on the photographic side since you can all just log onto Flickr to see my day's shots. General comments include an Underexposed for generic shots in that set. Perhaps I am still not that quick enough to toggle between the settings at the right time yet.
Oh well, practice makes perfect =)
Camp's tomorrow and since threejay is a rather bonded class I'd reckon we would survive it rather happily.
P/s BFS is two!
Labels: Camp, Photography, threejay
