okay, firstly this aint gonna be a pictureful post, but instead, a WORDFUL post. meaning i would be typing a COMPOSITION. read on if u want, it may be boring for you, but it's a post to mark the end my sjab life. here it goes.
The xianyi back then was still a nerdy timid little boyboy, without a mind of his own. He was choosing his cca after the cca maze. CO, band and basketball came to his mind. But after asking his family for their opinion, his sister FORCEFULLY asked him to join a uniform group. She said it's a way to prepare for ns and the path to becoming a man. Even though he thought that she was talking crap, he still hind that advise. Now, he was left with four choices, mainly, the National-Police-Cadet-Corp, the National-Cadet-Corp[SEA], the SCOUTS and St-John-Ambulance-Bridage. NPCC and NCC were out of his consideration first as he thought that its too freaking tough there. So, four choices turned into two, the SCOUTS and SJAB, the two uniform groups that he though was real slack. It wasn't a really tough choice to make between the two, since he didn't really liked SCOUTS and that the uniform of SJAB is really nice, as compared to SCOUTS. And so, he decided to go for SJAB and the journey on the rocky boat of SJAB began...
The first time he went to the activity of sjab, he saw many unfamiliar faces, but in this overcrowding of strangers, he saw a few familiar faces, those whose he had seen before in his class. For a moment, he felt a little bit more relieved. After taking attendance, a series of ice-breaking games began. He introduced himself briefly and listened carefully to the self-introduction of others. He remembered a few names here and there, and participated in the games not so entusiastically. In the period of short water breaks, he did not even talk to any of the new friends that he had made. You could say that he was shy, anti-social and loner. In the end, he went home thinking, "what a waste of time."
==TO BE CONTINUED==
side note: Part two will be out by i dunno when. LOL
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