June holidays have officially started

Alright, lets get started. Chinese written O' Level is over (A1 A1 A1), remedials are done, my NCDCC camp, which lasted for three days, has come to a close. Out of these three days, I only had a precious 10 minutes to give commands to the new batch. Far too little in my opinion, I didn't even manage to punish them properly. Heck, I only scolded them once.

The next CCA training would be after the holidays. This is the first time I'm actually starting to look forward to attending. They say I'm a nice guy, so they won't let me handle a squad to myself. Bullshit. I was planning to make them run into a fence to scare the people outside. They want all the fun to themselves.

I swear, the secondary 4s get everything. On the second day of the camp, while the sec 1s were off kayaking and the sec 2s and 3s were on a hike, we got the whole bloody day to ourselves. We could do anything we wanted, and living 5 minutes away from school was very convenient. The night was even better, we got to enjoy making and eating barbecued food. This was not a camp, it was a freaking picnic.

Throughout the camp, there was this one song stuck in my head. I find it fitting to describe what I felt during these three days. Hey, I can be emo enough to use songs too.

Pink Floyd--Time

Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
You fritter and waste the hours in an off hand way
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way

Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain
You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun

And you run and you run to catch up with the sun, but its sinking
And racing around to come up behind you again
The sun is the same in the relative way, but youre older
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death

Every year is getting shorter, never seem to find the time
Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desperation is the english way
The time is gone, the song is over, thought Id something more to say

Home, home again
I like to be here when I can
And when I come home cold and tired
Its good to warm my bones beside the fire
Far away across the field
The tolling of the iron bell
Calls the faithful to their knees
To hear the softly spoken magic spells.

Take a while to soak the meaning into your head. It isn't that hard to understand. I have about 3 days left before the church camp. I'm going to try and make the most of these few days even if there is tuition. Tuition sucks.