We're at this stage in life where we reminisce too much of our near past, worry too much about our near future, are
too clueless about everything that can, will, may happen to us, think we know alot, think we don't know anything,
am confident about the wrong things, take pride in wasting time away, want too much but want to do too little.
Ohwell.
Friday, March 27, 2009
Andey
Sometimes I miss Anderson so much I get lost in my thoughts just thinking back.
And, it's something I can't relate to somebody who didn't graduate there clearly no matter how many stories I tell to how nitty the detail I recount. It's never the same.
Even now, listening to an old song I heard when I was 13/14 brings back the feelings then, Sec1 orientation, Larger Than Life, amazed at the library, we can actually eat ice creams here!
Pinafore days, Mdm Hee, thick like mushroom soup Maths file, ping piang ah, the science experiments, computer lessons (do you remember we learned photoshop?), Lim Yu Kee, ketchup dance, spiderman cheers, ART LESSONS IN THE ART ROOM, fanciful place -- there was a shelter leading to the Art Room last time, home econs lessons, Huabin passing around salt that he thought was sugar, salty salty pancakes, ghost stories during Home Econs lessons, running around, hiding Naomi's highlighters at high places, playing badminton using The Pearl (our lit text), and more.
And that's only lower sec days. Upper sec days were crazy, because the memories were nearer and so so hard to not reminisce. How excited we were about lockers in sec 1, found it a bother in sec 2, lived with it in sec 3, and gave it up in sec 4. THE CLASSROOM IS MY LOCKER YO. Crazy sec 4 days, I slept in 80% of Physics, and spent the other 20% doing anything but Physics. gillian and I sang songs (while Mr Yu was talking, I feel so bad now), played with plastic ducks, laughed till we cried, drew on each others' hands, had Weixin telling us that will shorten our lives. Turned round and wasted Literature with Hanhui, gossiping about our teachers (my form teacher and PE teacher married during our year), then shuddering at that thought, talked about the sun to the grass to the beetle to our boyfriends/girlfriends non-stop.
I think Mrs Yeo was trying to keep Hanhui quiet by putting him between me and Evelyn (was it Evelyn?), away from Aaron. I DON'T KNOW why I made friends with Tiny either. Maybe we were too bored, maybe we both hated the same teacher, maybe he's retarded, maybe I'm smart, maybe we're plain lucky.
I swear I wouldn't be talking to Hanhui at all if he wasn't so coincidentally there during the most unattentive lessons I underwent. Hence, I won't be talking to Aaron as well. I can't imagine what will it be like then. (cues Awwwww)
I'm sounding cheesy. But all I want to say is, I miss Anderson like hell. Secondary school days were the best times of my life. The worst you worry about is I don't know, I can't recall worrying about anything then. Maybe not getting the C in Standing Broad Jump so I can't get Gold for NAPFA?
I'm always in the first row because I'm short, or I'm the one asking everyone to take a photo. I wasn't some high profiler. Come to think of it, I think in Anderson, almost everybody is a high profiler. Everybody knew everybody. Which is another thing I like about that homely place.
I think I can compress my two years of joy and laughter in NJ into three months equivalent in Anderson times. That makes NJ sound depressing. It's not lah, it's just that Anderson is too happy.
Alright I can finally sleep in tomorrow. Saturdayyyyyyyyyy.
Has it been already a week since I wished about it being Saturday, Sunday, Saturday, Sunday, Saturday, Sunday... Why so fast. One day I'll wake up and realise I'm 50. Maybe that'll be tomorrow. AHHHHHHH.
Ogay, byebye.
10:40:00 PM because I say so
And, it's something I can't relate to somebody who didn't graduate there clearly no matter how many stories I tell to how nitty the detail I recount. It's never the same.
Even now, listening to an old song I heard when I was 13/14 brings back the feelings then, Sec1 orientation, Larger Than Life, amazed at the library, we can actually eat ice creams here!
Pinafore days, Mdm Hee, thick like mushroom soup Maths file, ping piang ah, the science experiments, computer lessons (do you remember we learned photoshop?), Lim Yu Kee, ketchup dance, spiderman cheers, ART LESSONS IN THE ART ROOM, fanciful place -- there was a shelter leading to the Art Room last time, home econs lessons, Huabin passing around salt that he thought was sugar, salty salty pancakes, ghost stories during Home Econs lessons, running around, hiding Naomi's highlighters at high places, playing badminton using The Pearl (our lit text), and more.
And that's only lower sec days. Upper sec days were crazy, because the memories were nearer and so so hard to not reminisce. How excited we were about lockers in sec 1, found it a bother in sec 2, lived with it in sec 3, and gave it up in sec 4. THE CLASSROOM IS MY LOCKER YO. Crazy sec 4 days, I slept in 80% of Physics, and spent the other 20% doing anything but Physics. gillian and I sang songs (while Mr Yu was talking, I feel so bad now), played with plastic ducks, laughed till we cried, drew on each others' hands, had Weixin telling us that will shorten our lives. Turned round and wasted Literature with Hanhui, gossiping about our teachers (my form teacher and PE teacher married during our year), then shuddering at that thought, talked about the sun to the grass to the beetle to our boyfriends/girlfriends non-stop.
I think Mrs Yeo was trying to keep Hanhui quiet by putting him between me and Evelyn (was it Evelyn?), away from Aaron. I DON'T KNOW why I made friends with Tiny either. Maybe we were too bored, maybe we both hated the same teacher, maybe he's retarded, maybe I'm smart, maybe we're plain lucky.
I swear I wouldn't be talking to Hanhui at all if he wasn't so coincidentally there during the most unattentive lessons I underwent. Hence, I won't be talking to Aaron as well. I can't imagine what will it be like then. (cues Awwwww)
I'm sounding cheesy. But all I want to say is, I miss Anderson like hell. Secondary school days were the best times of my life. The worst you worry about is I don't know, I can't recall worrying about anything then. Maybe not getting the C in Standing Broad Jump so I can't get Gold for NAPFA?
I'm always in the first row because I'm short, or I'm the one asking everyone to take a photo. I wasn't some high profiler. Come to think of it, I think in Anderson, almost everybody is a high profiler. Everybody knew everybody. Which is another thing I like about that homely place.
I think I can compress my two years of joy and laughter in NJ into three months equivalent in Anderson times. That makes NJ sound depressing. It's not lah, it's just that Anderson is too happy.
Alright I can finally sleep in tomorrow. Saturdayyyyyyyyyy.
Has it been already a week since I wished about it being Saturday, Sunday, Saturday, Sunday, Saturday, Sunday... Why so fast. One day I'll wake up and realise I'm 50. Maybe that'll be tomorrow. AHHHHHHH.
Ogay, byebye.
10:40:00 PM because I say so