Hi all. Lately I have been blogging about my daily routine. Today i shall try something special. I don't know how long this is gonna take, or how long this entry will be. This is serious matter. So most likely there won't any be laugh-out-loud quotes. This is particulary in dedication to my best friend ever, Tiffany.
This entry is about memories. Friends. Old times. After 16 years of life on earth, I find many things unpredictable. People walk in and out of my life. And there's the old saying that you only cherish things when you lose them. It is true. After working then did I realise how wonderful were the times in school. True. It was difficult. We had to mug, burn midnight oil to finish revising, and fret over the results. Time passed slowly in class. We had to do stacks of worksheets and other school papers for the few months before the O Levels. It was terrible and torturous. But we made it through.
Looking back, we had to drone through class, but in the company of our friends and classmates, it was much better. I love Humanities class. Mrs Lim (the 'mermaid') is a nice teacher. There were bound to be jokes made in class, 3/4 of them coming from me. The class would laugh, united as one. Oh. Those good times. It is during this tough period of time we made bonds and shared our joy and sorrows together. We cracked jokes about school and enerything else to ease up the tension. I missed the times we crapped in class and smacked the tables in pure amusement. Remember that one Chemistry remedial we went to, Tiffany? It was hilarious... Miss Low Gek Chew... What's her Chinese name?
So many many things, good and bad. We kena scolded by Ms Neo as a class, I kena caught by principal for being the one who brought white specs trend to NCHS, us criticising Ms Oh behind her back, getting doted on by Teacher Xu, getting reprimanded by Mr Ho for my failing grades from 100 to 60 marks... I found out I have been real lucky for these past 16 years. No major problems cropped up.
So we got through this gruelling schedule. The O Levels are over, and our secondary school days have officially ended. It is so emotional. "Our secondary school days are officially over." Again we would be separated. Different people are going in different directions. Will we ever meet again?
We shared so much fond memories together. I wish I won't forget these memories till the day i die. They are all part of my life. So real, so true.
I see students clad in uniforms walking through the mall and it reminds me of my secondary school days. Not going home to escape the tedious task of revising; walking through the mall round and round even though there aren't anymore shops we hadn't visit. There's no more revisiting of these times. We will no longer be wearing secondary school uniforms. We will no longer have the chance of loitering in the mall wearing them and carrying backpacks on our backs. Like real schoolkids. It's all over. For us.
I feel so bitter. I don't wish to grow up so quickly. Poly life, is like, so adult... Please let time stop. If we could reverse the time, i would cherish the times we had together so much more. But there's really nothing we can do about it, but accept reality.
Life sucks.
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