(Rhon, I decided to take your advice.)
So this is goodbye.
MOVED. http://www.tzeee.livejournal.com
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Comment here for the password.
If I like you, I will tell you.)
It's been a long ride, and this is my 222nd entry.
IJ, you've been damn good.
Today was the last day of school.
Although technically there is an excess of consultations and extra lessons the week after and thus there was a lack of nostalgia in the air, I still felt that as the very last day of my JC school life and also, the very last day in which I enjoy the paraphernalia of structured schooling (timetables, classrooms, uniforms, etc) for the rest of my miserable life, I might as well go out with a bang.
Hello there, the people I spent the majority of my two years in IJC. (:
Two years sound short, but we've all changed rather dramatically, be it in physical, mental or interactive terms. Regardless of what has happened and the damage/memories made, nevertheless, y'all have made certain things exclusively our private jokes, certain conversations unforgettable, and a hell lot of times into memories. In the most cliche way but still from the bottom of my heart, thks fr th mmrs!
Hello there, ELEVENS (:
It was one hell of a IJC ride with all you crazy kids, and I know for certain I will definitely be hanging out with most of you again. The very essence of the class, we are so goddamn sexy hello! Cheers to Adventure Camp, Inter-House Tournament, Christmas 2006, I@Fun, morning basketball, College Sports Days, Basketball Finals and all the birthdays we rocked.
Hello, Team IJC (:
It's been insane fun with you girls. Exhausting trainings and spectacular falls, we've been through them all. And not forgetting, the camp and ADivs 2007 where we came so close and yet so far. Thank you for Siying's KNNBCCB, Lisda's kick-ass defending, Katherine's multiple injuries, Merelda's "OHMYGOD!"s, Rhonda's spectacular shots and Yiwen's signature splits. All the love!
And Hellooooo, 0623A, the most kick-ass class in IJC.
It's funny how we all managed to go through so much stuff in a short span of two years. All the fights/quarrels/tears/confrontations, I get breathless thinking about it. But somehow or another, we managed to pull through each and every time. Granted, some of us might not have grown very emotionally attached to the class, but given all the things that we have gone through, I'm sure you've at least given a tiny part of yourself to the class. And I think I better stop before I sound like Hallmark. Whatever it is, it was a damn awesome two years with this class, cheers!
So it's the end of JC life and 0623A.
No more early morning runs with Kah Lai.
No more beef noodles, Joyce.
No more long chats in the toilet with Flora.
No more looking at SwuJuan trying her very best to seduce Lisda.
No more sudden yells, RuiShan.
No more fruits from the nice auntie, Khairyn.
No more marveling at Selene's piano skills in SR1.
No more stupid photos with Eileen.
No more "Shit! I lost my water bottle AGAIN!" from Lisda.
No more trying to force Cindy to start sleeping at night instead of studying.
No more seeing Nescafe on Weechen's desk.
No more chatting with WeiMing during Math tutorials.
No more chocolates from Bentink.
And it's always these small inconspicuous quirks and habits that I will miss the most.
You know that you obviously do not know how to play the game when your best shot at us was to run to a teacher whining to her, to put it nicely, that "we've been affecting you a lot with the things we've been saying." Honey, that was phased out back in Primary 3 when we were still wearing singlets under our uniforms.
Putting aside the fact that on the day shit happens on you, both of us were conspiciously, glaringly, apparently, saliently (any more paraphrases yo) absent from school, I, no, WE don't really care about matters regarding you, in case you didn't notice for the past 2 years.
Joyce sang this song to the perfect pitch, hitting all the right notes. Go take a look to get a better picture.
My one last petty, chilidish, stooping-right-down-to-your-level shot before Farewell Assembly : At least I've a seat.
I'm rather lazy for wordy recounts, so here goes my weekend in absolute conciseness:
Jasmin's 18th = Rooftop dining + brooding waiter + warm clammy heat + too much awfullychocolate cake + helium balloons + laughing ourselves sick + kick-ass ambiance + the same familiar love.
Happy birthday, lovely.
Saturday dinner with Bestf at Brecko's, HollandV and ended up at 2am Dessert Bar where I got to know new fascinating people.
You know it meant a lot that you bothered to meet me up so you can tell me about you-know-what!
xoxo!
So it was HollandV two consecutive days for the final dose of ultimate undeserved self-indulgence before this last month of intensive examination preparations. Chemistry tuition today had my tutor sweating over a single Organic Chemistry question for an hour. It sort of gives you a new perspective on how you might crash, burn and die in the actual exam, so thanks, I really needed that cheerful thought to keep me going this last lap.
In Joyce's words, "Get the TZE on yo!"
Because everything changes, but its such a pity to fall out now, after so many things that we've gone through together, I thought we were made of stronger stuff. But life knocks you around sometimes, and you find yourself with unexpected circumstances and people. Whatever it is, hopefully we can thrash it out after As, because I said it before, y'all made it real for me the past one plus year, let it not end this way.
In a moment of intensely emotional deposition, I sat down and spilled my heart into an entry here. So much so that I could feel the week's worth of burgeoning hurt, angst, heartache and frustrations rising up, like bile in the throat. Writing that entry was so cleansing and deeply personal, it felt like I shoved a hand down my throat to fling all that I've been feeling and thinking onto the screen. Much to my embarrassment, I ended the entry in tears. I decided to save it as a draft because that post is way too intimate and personal for public reading. But it felt really, really refreshing, and I feel lighter now.
The only thing that made me happy this week : Shahril! called me from wherever he was in the world and we had a good good gooooood catching up. He's coming back for a month around middle October and I seriously can't wait to see him.
It's been so long since I had encountered feelings and emotions like these that amusingly, I've forgotten what and how I'm supposed to react. Apparently I've forgotten how sharp it hurts sometimes too, at night.
So she said what's the problem baby,
what's the problem I don't know
well maybe I'm in love,
think about it everytime I think about it
can't stop thinkin' bout it.
P & L: I love both you girls long long time, thanks for being there for me in the dead of the night.
I'm sneaking this post from Vonne's laptop over at Republic Poly as I overlook her Lifesaving training going on in the pool right now. I hope she doesn't kamikazie from one end of the pool to another wayward end without any ounce of direction again. The last time she did it, she blamed it on the lack of lights. (Excuses)
The view from my seat is rather winning. I can see the tanned boys streaking across the pool and the muscled ones scaling up the rock wall in the adventure course further away.
(I secretly cannot wait for XW's party this weekend because although it's the month of Ramadan, you-know-who will be going! MAJORRR. :) )
Tomorrow's Lit paper and I only got myself rather thoroughly accquainted with Raju, I need to go spend some time with the Duchess now. Ciao.
Two more days!
How much longer will it take to cure this
just to cure it cause I can't ignore it if it's love
makes me wanna turn around and face me bt I don't know nothing 'bout love...
