so we wait for today and tomorrow it will all be gone
it’s 9.28 as i write this. can’t help but think that by this time tomorrow, my secondary school life will have almost come to an end. it’s amazing how time passes, because when you look back these four years really seem to have flown past — sometimes you really wonder where all the time goes. tomorrow — i predict even the most stoic of people will break down and cry. i don’t know why actually, since we all know it’s not like after tomorrow we’ll all go to like the four corners of the earth and never see each other again. but there’s just this sense of finality that finally, this is the end, this is where it ends. there’s going to be alot of things we’re not going to be able to do like we used to, lots of people we’re not going to be seeing on an everyday basis. the sense that after tomorrow, everyone is going their separate ways, some here, some there. it’s going to be weird, i expect. not having familiar people around you, surrounding you in their laughter and talking about the most inane and useless things. i’m going to miss alot of people. hell, i think i’m even going to miss the annoying ones.
these four years; it’s been fun. a rollercoaster ride, you might say, one that taught me alot of things. i think most people’s life lessons are learnt here. these four years i’ve changed alot, things have made me change, i’ve matured faster than i thought i would.
sec1 was mostly floating around not caring about anything — back in those days where people got good grades without even having to try. maybe that was cos back then i actually did my homework consistently, being generally hardworking and you know, good. basically in sec1 nobody cared about anything and we just did our own shit without worrying about anything. i remember how fun orientation was and how 113 won first prize! for our gayass copied-and-repeated-346457-times dikir barat that i rewrote and rewrote lyrics for at least 4 times since primary school. our wonderful ‘seasons’ tshirt which is still somewhere in my cupboard. then there was basketball and the gay PT that we all did for 6 months and then everyone just totally died after that. PT never got back to what it used to be. i remember joycelin running around training us and playing stupid mindgames with us while passing the ball here and there and how they made us do 346456 si4 jiao3 and we sucked so much we took 2 hours to finish 50. how they got damn pissed cos they actually had time to go to orchard and back and we were still doing. how we felt so bad we finished it then went down to apologise. then there were the funny greek plays at the end of the year. i remember grace tan being the messenger and running around like crazy (she reprised her role later on in sec3) and how we all discovered liling’s wonderful talent for acting then (: how we all sat down for 5 hours at the canteen and wrote the entire script at one shot. and felt so proud of ourselves after that. and of course in sec1 i made alot of new friends. remember being really close with jing li yumun sara and chern. then we’d always do things together and write like 346837406 postcards all over the place. then internet sprung up and we all got introduced to the wonderful world of guys. and being relationship counsellor to like half the world which was really funny now that i think of it. (i think i still have your emails somewhere sara HAHA) oh no sec1 was so weird.
sec2! start of the year was hrm, weird. went through alot of awkwardness and shyness and me generally being a total akljdfkdhgj cos of reasons only some people will understand. remember somewhere before june hols something charlene told me that left me stoned the whole day. then being so happy cos my script got chosen for history drama. the flurry of getting everything perfect by the end of july, the endless rehearsals and the effort we all put into it. amy’s wonderful performance as the jealous soldier from hell, liling’s kimono and of cos everyone remembers the damn uniform. how upset we all felt when everything seemed like it was shot to hell, and how i remember nurul helped me through the hardest times. thank you girl (: i remember how stressed gracelim was about the whole thing, how we all worked our best for it. the happiness we felt seeing ourselves win 2nd, even though we were disappointed we didn’t get 1st. and straight after that it was our bball finals, and how we nearly had a heart attack playing cos of the gayass scores that left either team trailing by one ball. and finally how serene’s 3 pointers saved the day. and we clinched our champion trophy for the 6th time. how we were so glad we didn’t let anybody down. i remember that year i worked the hardest for my exam results. like i actually STUDIED the moment i got home and didn’t stop till 10 at night. and how in the end all that hard work paid off. and i was so happy that my parents were happy too! BLUE BAR. =D oh and i made some of my best friends in sec2. never gonna forget that.
in sec3 i made alot of mistakes. i did alot of things i shouldn’t have done, things that in retrospect i must’ve been a total idiot to even consider doing. the only good thing was i learnt ALOT out of this year. anyway sec3 was weird la im glad its over. (:
sec4 i think is like my best year. even though some parts were quite fucked but i think its by far the best. this year was the photo year. there are like 3463547 photos floating all over the place. and sec4 was the year that 12 finally bonded together and accepted ourselves for what we are — a bunch of playful people that are seriously shit lazy. in sec3 some of us wished that we were in other classes cos our class was seriously too slack and we didnt give a shit about deadlines and handing up work. sec4 was when i actually realised how important it was to actually start studying and stop whining about everything in general. im never gonna forget all the stupid things we did in class while everyone else was busy mugging away we were playing charades in between free periods. our wonderful class video and our wonderful kaihui who uncomplainingly does everything for us and gracelim our insufferable sec3 chairman who took us through a year of turmoil and missed deadlines. kudos to eunice this year for being equally insufferable. bao and charmaine and kelly and litsymp. i have had the most fun this year, seriously. andi and daph and constantly oohing and ahhing over good fic that no one else seems to appreciate. shopping for weird things. talking about weird stuff. sars, especially, affected me alot. i spent those 3 weeks doing nothing but downloading anime to watch and discussing homosexuality and art on the class yahoogroups. that was all i lived for, man. then there was afua, and the total mess we got ourselves into and how we got ourselves out of it. how we actually managed to pull off an event that was -quite- successful considering we’re only 16. the endless quest whenever i went out to study for a quiet place to walk. how i got to know the burger king at midpoint in a very intimate way. how i got to know all my textbooks again. the studying seems boring now but hey it actually looks quite …fun. that is of course if you don’t do it 24/7. now i’m just as liable to sit for 5 hours in burger king except this time i’m going to be analysing and reading on my own schedule. ah yes. poetry. hidden meanings. late night conversations. phone calls. smses. crazy laughter. vindictiveness. there’s alot of things that i feel much better for having let go of. and yes, i learnt how to let go. this year has been generally peaceful. there’s been alot of hard work, but i can’t remember any really bad patch that i went through. mostly, this year has been good. (:
OH and ms ting. and ms tan. never ever EVER gonna forget claudia ting and lina tan. for all that they’ve done for me, for all that they’ve done. ting’s the greatest teacher i ever had in my life. who actually taught me to think for myself. to stand up for what i think is right. for helping me through the difficult times. for helping me when i needed help. for not making social studies national education. for giving me, in sec3, a mint humbug with her email wrapped around it. for treating me like her equal. for her absolute understanding of the term mutual respect that other teachers never do. never gonna forget claudia ting. i owe her alot.
so there, four years of memories. secondary school, they say, never really goes away. four years of sisterhood in rgs isn’t that easy to forget. there’s so many things you’ve gone through and learnt from, so many people you’ve met, so many things to remember.
let’s hope we all remember tomorrow like it was yesterday. and let’s all go out with a bang.