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Wednesday, October 13, 2004
tomorrow will be the last day i will actually be having a proper school day in CHIJ Toa Payoh Secondary
i know its not the last time i will see the school
but its sort of 'officially' the last day
feeling abit regretful that four years has passed so fast
in just that short span of time
its seems as if so many things have happened.
i mean although sometimes i complain endlessly
saying i can't wait to leave, when it comes to the real thing, its harder than i thought.
of course i won't miss the canteen's few days old rice
the auntie 90%water, 10% chinchow drink,
and the 'ahh i found a bug' in my food moments.
Won't miss the extraordinary large bugs zooming around
nor the forever broken phone downstairs.
Also, no more people of unknown sex telling us about what fats look like
or telling us that our belts too low, socks too low, skirt too short etc..
and finally, no more trudging up the exceptionally steep hill every morning.
But, for certain there will be things i will miss greatly once my feet step out through the cranky blue gates.
for example, the sounds of my classmates screaming and doing the singapore wave whenever a wasp comes flying around and the anticpation when ubrina slices open the wasp's nest.
the regular HS meeting that seem to always begin with"do you know right....." which would in turn lead to an education of the mind.
also the ridiculous scrawls on the board and the profanity scribbled in deep dark corners
The sarcastic jokes, slapstick humour, retarded dances and messed up songs.
And of course the 'lets measure our bodies and find the ratio.'
The constant molest that goes round our classroom, so often that nobody reacts anymore when someone's butt/boob/thigh/stomach gets squeezed/whacked/kicked.
The constand correction of mrchan's spelling on the board, 'Mr Chan! you mispelled capillary tube again!'
The after recess must have-> standing along the corridor talking rubbish, "blahblahblah,heehee"
Punishing clar for abandoning me for wilson
and shit stuff like that.
wonder how we're going to go on from all of this.
in our jc/polys/ites/trinity/uwc/etc..
i know that we're going to have a new bunch of friends
new cliques, new memories and hopefully newer and better food
i will always remember ijtpsecondary.
and the class that went through thick and thin together.
secondary four six, class of two-thousand and four.
imprinted at 8:05 PM
blocks of life
i`ll put pictures here
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