Sunday, October 29, 2006
Urgh, my computer's motherboard has once again failed me.I am in my sister's room, taking care not to type loudly because.. well.. she's still asleep.
Anyway, it's been really hectic these few days. Project, project, shopping (whoops!), and more project. Guess this is the downside of SIM, huh.
Went back to BPGHS, to see the final performance before the campus site moves to Teck Whye. Sigh, they've killed all the cabin classrooms.. to think we spent 3 of our best/worst years there, breathing in whatever air that seemed to smell of old shoes, bad P.E t-shirts and stale cheese, haha.
Min and I, amongst the other guys like Zichun and our classmates were pretty much high lah. We sang and cheered, and I suddenly remembered the reason why I wanted to go to this school.
This school that gave me so much problems.
This school I gave so much problems to.
When I first walked in because my sister wanted to appeal for this school, I was around primary 3 or 4. I heard the banging of tables to a rhythm beyond any other sort I've ever heard. You could say I was mesmerised. But all I could say at that time was "I will learn that beat. I will know that cheer. I will be in this school."
.. And I did.
But even though I had my bad times, it just makes me remember all the other awesome things we did together.
I still remember I was one of the lucky few to escape from Nicholas' classroom-lockdown-of-doom.
I still remember all the classroom fights we had, vividly.
I still hang my blue house kamikaze headband cloth on my door proudly.
I still remember the day I went on stage, looking for Nicholas and Nasri, the 'bumbling idiots' on Teachers' Day and the class blew the school away with the performance.
And I still remember.. the day we cried on our graduation.
I will always remember.
No matter how different the new school will be, we'll still remember how we slacked behind bushes during P.E, sneaked food into the library, went into a staff toilet just to feed the fishes and spending hours at the pond, and..
.. our class. Despite the fact that there are people who still don't really like each other, deep down we are all the same. We've grown used to each other, undeniably. In the outside world, all we put on is a mask to hide our true colours - be it notoriously sneaky, a quiet thinker, or just plain crazy; we keep it locked out till the day we once again gather under a blue moon to be ourselves.
I just hope that blue moon comes again soon. I miss our class already.
anyhow whacked by gloria @ 1:48 pm