Sunday, March 19, 2006
Brand New Colony
All good things come to an end; tomorrow marks a new chapter of my life -- the real, official start to my school life at Catholic Junior College.
While I cannot deny the fact that I more than grateful to have at least made it into CJC with a pitiable score of fourteen points, I am sorely missing my secondary school life at Barker Road. The lax school rules, the ankle socks, the hig-clinging pants, everything.
The class of 4a3 was especially memorable; I miss walking straight out of Chinese classes to buy chicken drumlets (30c per piece) and mentoes, peeling the labels off the chairs in the concert hall, checking the contents of other classmates' lockers to see how much of nerds they were, criticizing Jane Choe's tardy arrivals and detestable lessons, watching laoshi throwing a fit whenever something minor happened to his treasured plants (like Benjamin snipping them off), gawking at Tan Seck Heong when he had his random bouts of craziness, grieve at how Ng Lee Eng is going to remain a single woman forever, laughing at John Chao's appalling attempts at pronouncing simple words such as "devastation", laughing at John Chao's fucking fat ass that bulged out like a little fucker, laughing at John Chao's yellow armpit stains on his shirts, laughing at John Chao's gelled hair that always had a few strands sticking out, and laughing at John Chao whenever he got angry.
Come to think of it, we laughed our asses off practically every single moment John Chao was in sight.
But now, all that is but a thing of a past; a memory we'll subconsciously to push to the furthest regions of our minds.
Sure, we'll promise to keep in touch, promise to chat online, promise to hang out. All that usual jazz. But what's sad (and undeniable) is that we've already started to drift, and the space between us can only get wider.
PS: I miss barker's uniform (aka the most AWESOME uniform in Singapore). CJC's uniform reminds me of vomit. Except in blue.
14 people know what's good for them.
