† Monday, September 10, 2007
its 10 september.
Teachers' Day:
concert was great, way better than sec sch anyways haha. took a cab back with minling and ming hong. kinda interesting that we are the only GESS peeps in the whole of SRJC and we're from the same primary school, same class in sec 3 and 4 in sec sch.
back in the days where emo boy is my closest friend, especially in sec 2 and 3, i use to walk around GESS and think bout how many times have i walked through a particular corridor and what happened there. If no one was around, i would just stop right where i started thinking (or emoing to some) bout all these. i could actually see like how we laughed so hard while walking to class, how i ran past again and again for PT and TAF club. Sometimes i would stop outside rooms and i see visions in my head of what we did inside. i could see us sitting in D&T room, goofing around with the equipment, how we mixed random chemicals around and ended up with a persistant orange one we couldnt change. looked into the old classrooms and see how we stayed back so late when we were still allowed in sec 1 and 2 to play and talk. saw the arguments we had over the color of the class in sec 3. i loved those moments. yeah, it was anti social but it felt so dear, all these memories. how many human contact had passed through these places? how many lives changed, hearts broken, friendships found? spent the last weeks of sec 4 just walking around the whole school and reminisciening. 4 years just swept past. yeah, it would be better if someone did those walks with me but i guess i'm the rare breed that spend so much time trying to relive memories. but those moments, the 4 years of significant maturity, can never be replaced for nothing would ever be as long to be impactful.
So anyways, went back. nothing amazing about the building, been going back every saturday for external CCA but it was a very strong sensation seeing all the old faces. how we were the ones now standing at the back of the hall, watching the concert and those places we sat for 4 years watching the concerts. most of us changed physically and though the time was not long enough to confirm this, we changed personalities too. just a great experience to see my old classmates, espeically zhi hong who didnt seem to have changed much lol. kumar grew much much more vulgar and our class hobbit, darren is now taller than me. realized that we have 3 classmates for every JC we went to. zhi hong, nerrine and guo zheng in JJC, matthew, madinah and fashirah in PJC, moorthy, lu ting, celestine in NYJC, and the 3 of us in SRJC. it really felt so different talking to them compared to now. went tiong bahru plaza, our usual hangout and ate at grillers, our usual lunch spot in sec 3. remembered how we sat for hours there eating and talking, pushing all bill to darren who has to sit there and sort costs out. ming hong with his clique in kopitiam a floor below, minling with her clique stayed in grillers for a while longer, darren, zhi hong, kumar, guo zheng and me went walking around. watched ratouille with them. it was not sadness when we left, it was just a very interesting feeling to me which i cant describe, sort of bittersweet, waving darren off, seeing zhi hong wait at the bus stop for his bus while i left on mine. its just so very interesting. guess i'm over sentimental.
Teachers' Day dinner:
haha, nice dinner. i love JC teachers, we are like on a more similiar plane perhaps because we are more matured already. if i'm ever going to teach, which i am seriously considering, i would ONLY be a JC teacher. just some great differences i'm lazy to type here.
Random musings(from emo-boy):
1. was walking out of school along the fence when emo boy popped up. he was emoing as usual and was sharing in great lengths how it would be very interesting if time stopped and he could move around. he would like to see, when he goes up to a person lets say, on the basketball court and see in 10 years time what will he look like. would he have kids? would he be dead already. yeah, whatever emo boy, i'm not going to type your whole account down k, my blog is boring as it is.
2. ok, this concept i agree with emo-boy. he was thinking how we are still pretty much undecided on our identity, especially me i think, its like i'm mirroring people's unique actions if i spend too much time with them. i really have no unique things of my own. also, i am very different with different groups of people. it scares me sometimes because i dont know who i really am. my personality is basically a montage of different people i've came across. i guess thats where lit and identity helps haha. haish, i think i'm truly emo, a label i was covering up since this year and a trait i bitch and downplay people for having. bitter irony. could be a phase, or just the way i look at things is humanely labelled under emo. thanks alot, whoever judged which perspective goes under what categories. emo boy is smiling at me now. urgh, smiles from killer moodswingers are not a good thing.
promos is 2 weeks away and here i am. i want to be at least top 10 in class which is a first for in primary and sec sch, no matter how hard i try, i'm still bottom 5. always. but mid-years here really drove my ambitions up i guess. it may be a good thing but i still havent started studying. urgh. bleah. hmph. argh. whatever. anything.
snippets . @ 5:30 AM
