*inserts mushu gif* you know, that one.

For some context for this blog suddenly coming back to life in 2021, 10 years after we separated as a class. If anyone here is still left alive to read it. 

The stream-of-consciousness process that led me back here was something like this:

I was watching Castle in the Sky by Studio Ghibli. Then I really liked the opening theme, which reminds me of an auto-song of a popular blogskin (I'm sure it was at least 9 years since that concept came to mind) . I went to blogskins.com to see if the skin was still there. Well, the website is defunct now and doesn't exist. Then I thought, hey if blogskins is dead, is blogger.com still alive? Then I went to type in "blogger.com" into my new Macbook (M1 chip!!!) then lo and behold, i was led to draft.blogger.com which led me to this class blog, which weirdly, I was still logged in as admin. I guess Big-Data never forgets huh. 

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It's been so long.

It's really funny how 10 years, where we swore to reunite and for better or for worse. Well for the internet archaeologists who are looking through this blog for something to cancel us over, we are in a pandemic right now. 

Well, typing this in 2021 has weird vibes. It's like I'm playing to an audience that no longer exists. Like i'm scrawling a smiley face and a poorly-drawn dick on an internet relic. Whatever. 

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Well whoever finds this, 2C2 2010 from Crescent Girls School existed. There were 40 of us. Some of us are still in contact. All of us found success and happiness, in one way or another. I have faith that we did. 

For what it is worth from the memory of just one person who coincidentally stumbled across the dusty remains of this book of 40 of our lives. 

We had many sick jokes to remember

The omegle internet sex lmao

Something something token papers called Gotchas that were bribes for good behavious and flexing rights

Still remember how we had C2-tie 2 day which the double ponytails thing

Had the class ghosts Amy, Bob and Seetharama Narayanan or something which kinda triggered off some weird toilet hysteria 

That moralistic skit we had to put on w the class chair ?Erna was that her name? being Phua Chu Kang

Something about shooting a rubber band at that science teacher

We all cried on the last day and swore to reunite in 10 years in 2020.Well 2020 happened. 

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Point is,  all 40 of us live on in each other, for better or for worse. Memories, experiences, habits, all become a part of us. And 2C2  still lives on in me, even when I'm 25 now. 

This post may never reach anyone because this blog, tbh is long forgotten until I accidentally logged in today. 

So here I am, just writing "I WAS HERE" with my finger on the dust.

There is no expectation for any of 2C2 to read this. I'm just passing by I guess. But in the weird chance you do, I miss all of you. I still keep your photos in my room. I still have our class T-shirt. Point is that you guys have become an indelible part of my life, and to this day, 10 years on, even if we never meet again, I miss u all. 

Adeline