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[Feb. 15th, 2007|11:15 pm] |
Having 3 jobs is crazily time-consuming.
There are so many people I'd love to meet up with, call, whatever, but by 5 pm every day -no, make that 3 pm- I'm a little... tired, to say the least.
I can't believe I've got to drop by school on my day off to pick up SOCIAL STUDIES PAMPHLETS! argh.
Ok that was a random rant. Goods Nights.
And oh, Happy Belated Vday everyone! I love Vday even though I'm still single! I miss Valentine's Day in ACJC though ): like totally.
Ok I'm so tired I'm going to sleep. At midnight. Zz. |
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[Jan. 18th, 2007|06:42 pm] |
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Everybody's been posting such emo (oh how I hate that word but how else do you describe emo?) blog entries lately. I blame it on the boogie weather.
Anyway, it's my turn now.
The funny thing is, now that JC's over, I've been meeting up with church and secondary school friends like crazy. Maybe it's the realisation that it's been far too long and the time has come to catch up with old friends and revive friendships. I'm glad (:
Sorry, this is going to be a random ramble. I can feel it coming already.
It's only been a week and two days since everyone last gathered at Michael's house, but it seems like an eternity ago. I miss school, but not school itself. I miss school and being crazy in the happy hut and seeing a familiar face at every turn. I miss the huge AHSCOne and friends -sorry to be politically incorrect, but can't think of any other name for us- gatherings at the locker area of the void deck. I miss the fun the laughter the slack math periods the making of weird faces and actions at AHRed the people leaning into our classroom to say hi the First Bleacher Church the studying the shared frustration the tears (sometimes, not much) the doodleboard the uniforms the chicken rice the milo the orange auntie at the bookshop and the little auntie who always asks if we've eaten.
I miss you.
Yet sometimes, you have to ask yourself if everyone else misses you as much as you miss them.
Maybe the time has come to grow up and face the truth. |
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[Jan. 15th, 2007|01:39 am] |
It still feels strange not to be seeing everyone every single day.
And the emo quotient was heightened as I re-read Christmas cards that said goodbye and good luck for the new year
But looking through photographs makes me feel better (:
I miss all of you! ): |
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[Oct. 27th, 2006|09:21 am] |
It was Debbie's birthday yesterday!
As with any birthday, of course, some stripping was in order.
The problem was that Debbie is a girl, and therefore must not be stripped. So, of course, there were the two usual options of lamb to the slaughter- Subas and Barry.
And, of course, the flame of fortune landed once more on Subas' anointed head.
The moment the guys turned on him, he immediately began roaring -I would say yelling, but roaring is more like it- which only served to attract the attention of the entire Void Deck. I think he secretly enjoyed it though- he was SMILING in every single photograph! I took them down since ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) debses chatised me for publicly humiliating the yindian, so if you want them just drop me a line on MSN! Haha.
This is what happens when you spend 14 hours a day studying in school. You go MAD. |
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[Oct. 12th, 2006|09:34 am] |
So this is it huh.
Two years ago, when I graduated from Nanyang, I posted an entry dedicated to my dearest friends and actually cried while typing.
I can't believe it's been two whole years since then, and so much has happened. I've laughed more in these two years than I have all the rest of my life put together, or so it seems; I've made countless new friends, all of whom are very very special to me and whose friendships I wouldn't trade for the world.
There will be no photographs in this entry, because all those I have are too happy to go in here.
Baccalaureate yesterday seemed more like Valentine's Day than anything else- crazy phototaking, notes, sweets, cards, laughing at Fish's funny Valedictorian's speech, crying when he did, the crazy retarded Arts Video [yes Michael we did it thank you so much for doing all the technical stuff you really are a genius at this], making Mr Ngoei whack a pinata after he made his very emotional goodbye to the class [which other class would do something as retarded as that, seriously? Thank you Jiamin Zhi-Lei Vivienne and Szeyen for the ingenious idea (: ] going for lunch in XLB as a class, dinner with all the friends in New York New York- it was a fantastic day, and surprisingly I didn't cry at all during the bacc service or even during Sir's speech.
After lunch at HV, though, I came back to school to study [nerd alert!] and at one point the hub got too cold for comfort, so I took a walk outside. And somehow, perhaps unwittingly, perhaps not, my feet took me to the empty Happy Hut, up the stony walkway into the tiny aisle between NLs 1 and 2 which we've all come to know so well and take completely for granted.
And I stood there, leaning against the glass windows, looking into the locked, darkened classroom, and everything was the same- the post-it corner, the desk arrangements, the crap from Fun-o-Rama still languishing at the back of the class, the GP tray along with some other crap sitting on the never-utilised front row, and I could just see everyone in there. I could see Ade standing up shouting something to the class, Bev gesturing wildly as she described some awful event or other to Bra, who would be listening attentively with the occasional interjection of 'omigad', Michael flopped on his desk watching some video on his Creative, Nalli listening to her iPod Nano, everyone else talking or laughing or doing their thang. I could just see them all sitting neatly in class, with Mr Ngoei or Lancelot or Geoks or whoever standing in the front feeding us with information and covering the board in hieroglyphs which we could somehow decipher. I could see all that, staring into the empty classroom, which seemed so hollow without any of us in it; and I knew that all those things I saw would never again come to pass, that they would be nothing more than a part of my memory of life in ACJC. We've spent our last day in NL2, we've said our good-byes, we've had a fantastic time and the best form teacher that anyone could ever have asked for, and things will never be again as they were.
If you were a part of my life in AC in any way- it doesn't matter how long we've known one another; all that matters is that you've been a friend to me, or you know my name, or I know yours, or we smile at one another upon meeting, or that we'd be able to recognise one another as schoolmates if we met on the street in a year's time- then this entry is for you.
Thank you for being a part of my life these two years. Thank you for the racuous laughter, the mass congregations in the Void Deck, the deviant messages on the magnadoodle board, the many crazy CRAZY birthdays, the sweet messages, the deep meaningful conversations -or should I say, bleacher talk- thank you for being a Hub/LT3/studyatvoiddeckoroldhamwing companion, for putting up with my endless singing and humming and stupid stupid jokes and -to quote deborah yap- 'horrendous laughter'.
There will be people, I believe, whom I may never see again after leaving AC, people whom I've seen around and whom I recognise but will never keep in touch with. And that's what I'll miss- seeing a familiar face at every turn, running into clusters of friends behind each corner, knowing that there will always be someone at the Void Deck to talk to/hang out with at any time of the day. And this is what I'll miss. I'm going to miss the class of 2006, learning and laughing as one. No matter how much we return to visit after this, it'll never be the same again, and I'll miss that.
I'll miss AHBlue, and my desk, and smiling across at Ethel Esther Zhu Debbie Chek Beh Bobby blah blah in AHRed. I'll miss popping my head randomly into their class to talk to them, make friends with Dollz, take pictures for and with them and so on. I'll miss all the other friends, the SCOnes and the SDOnes and the SC3ers and EVERY SINGLE PERSON IN THE ARTS FACULTY. Truly, I would give anything I had to extend JC life by two years or more, or to let it go on forever (hurhur). I thank God for putting me in this school, in this class, for letting me make these friends and printing these indelible memories in my soul.
I can't imagine what life would have been like otherwise. I can't remember what life was like before I met all of you- thinking back to pre-AC days, it seems almost as though a part of me knew that I was going to meet you, and all of us were just waiting to happen to one another. I believe that we were. It may seem like the end, but we're only starting to wake up to the reality of life, and I believe that our friendships take off from here for the rest of our lives.
So, my friends, won't you grow old along with me? For the best is yet to be. |
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[Oct. 3rd, 2006|08:46 am] |
DISCLAIMER! The entry below was posted by Siong Xin Olivia. If you'd looked closely, you'd have realised how different it is to my usual writing style :P
But I do love you, Olie :D
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Honours Night was last week, on my little sister's birthday ): and let me tell you, sitting still in a tie, stockings and court shoes for three hours, listening to a Schindler's list of names being read out, is No Joke.
But after that came dinner and the crazy mass photo-taking session! I didn't take That many actually, because my parents kept bugging me to go home. Oh well.
Beatrice and I
Bra Bev and I
Brendan and I
Darren and I...
Sense a trend here?
Liz, Robyn (whose birthday it is today!) and I
Tash and I didn't know Brendan was about to take a picture.
SuPeRtWiNzZZZzzZZzz!!!****~~~~
Ethel and I!
Ting and I
Nalli and I
Nataleeeeeee and I!
Wendayee and I
This one's my favourite picture of the night (:
my class! Or as many from my class as we could get, anyway. I look like a retard -__-
Nalli's sister told her how lucky she is to have friends in AC. Crazy, screaming, laughing, retarded friends who know what it means to go through thick and thin with you.
Honours don't matter. Laud and glory disappear into the night, leaving you empty and searching- friendships, whether they last or not, leave beautiful memories and lasting imprints behind.
So thank you, every one of you. |
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[Aug. 5th, 2006|11:22 pm] |
I went to the Night Safari last night for the second time in six days! But it was all right I guess since we took the tram all the way this time instead of only halfway, so got to see different things. And we caught the animal show, which wasn't spectacular but was really cute.
Anyway, I was wearing my ACJC shirt, feeling completely underdressed next to random dressed-up tourists but well there you go. And it certainly made life marginally more interesting for me at Ben&Jerry's! I walked into B&J with Tasha and we both bought ice-creams. Serving us were a few Chinese girls and one Indian guy, all about... twenty one, twenty two years old? and the Indian guy was incessantly teasing one of the Chinese attendants. She spoke English peppered with Hokkien and Mandarin, and seemed rather funky. As I was walking toward the cashier to pay, I heard her tell the Indian guy:
"Aiya, you ACS one la, ACS all jia kentang one!"
Why she said that to an Indian, I will never know. But my head instinctively snapped around at the sound of the school's name, and I stared at her for a second. Not because I was offended, since what she said was rather true, but I was shocked that she said it in front of a customer who Might take offence, you know? I don't think she realised it though, and she looked extremely shocked as well. And the Indian guy's like, "eh shut up la don't say this kind of thing here! See she's from AC also!"
Hahhahahahaha.
After paying, I turned and told her, "I can speak Mandarin, by the way. Really." And waved. Aren't I friendly! Hahahha.
I just watched Haven with malegigolo and Michael, where we met Xizhen and howillthisfadge!!!! I really liked it, actually. Not really artistically commendable or anything... it's the type that appeals to the senses. And GIDEON YAP as CHUNKY CHEN was ADORABLE!!!!! Hahahhahaha. I want to shrink him and put him in a box and display him on my shelf! Sorry if this scares you Bra. Hahaha.
Another epoch in my life concerning contact lenses...
michelle 2012: I wanna grow old with you says:
no my eyes were not dry my fingernails were too long and i got the lenses out in the end after scratching my eyeballs a lot
michelle 2012: I wanna grow old with you says:
hahahahahahahhaahahhahahahha
michelle 2012: I wanna grow old with you says:
i can give myself lasik
michelle 2012: I wanna grow old with you says:
gawd
michelle 2012: I wanna grow old with you says:
when i thought of that while standing at the sink i just started laughing and scratched my eyeball again |
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