Orientation day 3.

Orientation 2012 has just ended, and I must say although the mass dance wasn't as great as last year's (no mass dance will be better than last year's, I think), it was epic and memorable in its own way.

Skipped the post for day 2 because I was sunburnt and tired and had to do this photo montage for our finale event today and watch over banner-painting for the CCA fair tomorrow.

The Sentosa trip yesterday was awesome. My class is quite cool, really. And so's our mentor. She let us slack and eat at Mac's when we were supposed to meet the other classes for lunch. Also wanted to "accidentally" head over to Vivo and "accidentally" watch a movie, but couldn't. It was scorching hot though, and everyone ended up dying (especially the teachers, who had to follow us around as we walked around the place trying to look for stations).

Have plenty of pictures, so maybe when I've uploaded it I'll post a link of the montage. Who knows.

Spent most of my time today working on the montage, but also watched the Year 5s play some game with hoops and sponges. Skipped the mass dance running errands and then had lunch. Oh goodness, I've missed the food from the Muslim food stall. Sometimes food just perks you up, especially when you're starving.

Then joined in for a bit of fun on the field, where we built forts out of cardboard and other things and then bombarded each other with bags of water and stuff. 506 won, but like, ours was still standing by the end, too, so achievement. And it felt so good to get wet under the hot sun.

Finale was great, because the Year 1s were so adorable and the Year 3s from Fibo put on an amazing, flawless performance that brought the house down. It was sad because we placed last in the Year 3 performances category, and it kinda shocked the whole school as well, because it was so good (I'm so proud of Hafiy, because he was right there on stage dancing like the boss he is). And the reason why we couldn't win was because it was too "suggestive" for the school to want to promote in front of Year 1 parents.

It was a bit of fun, and most of us loved it, but because there was this part where 'James Bond' emerges and sort of kisses another dude on the cheek (like a real Bond would do to a hot chick), they wouldn't allow it. But it brought the house down and that's what matters to us.

After the performance, Facebook sort of blew up 'cause a lot of Fibo people were outraged. Terrible.

But as long as we know in our hearts our Year 3s were the stars on the night, any position they award us makes no difference.

Okay, sleepy.

Night.