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Thursday, April 21, 2005

some things that i miss so badly.

took a trip down to crescent today.
to 'celebrate' the gold medal CGSSB won at SYF.
i'm really proud of u guys, and u guys truly deserve it. :)


caught up with a couple of the girls,
chatted with a few teachers.
complained abt uni life.
yea, i just can't stop complaining and procrastinating.


but what really hit me was when i entered a classroom.
a bunch of girls sitting around the tables chatting, making noise..
some people doing their hw(maths to be specific, and i realised pple always do maths hw in sch),
some people reading their textbooks, catching up with what they've missed after the frequent skipping of classes for SYF practices.


just suddenly, memories of the times i had in crescent flashed in my mind.
hanging arnd with the ex-co members after school,
doodling on the whiteboards,
running to the classroom to check on denise sara bryan,
who was usually waiting for me to go home together,
'loitering' outside the band room after band practices,
enjoying our fav dessert of ice cocktail to end off the hectic day of classes and band pracs.
those section talks that we had around school,
most of the time always abt serious stuff,
and pple end up crying, i can't rem for wat reasons.
consultations with teachers,
them always telling me to get my priorities right,
and me somehow just treats it like 'ear-side-wind'(direct translation frm chinese)


and i miss my favourite wanton noodles.
all wanton, no char siew.
extra vege pls.
and i'd slurp up every drop of noodle sauce left.


and then there were those many afternoons spent painting banners.
yea, painted at least 1 banner a year.
band, council, house.
for sec 1 orientation, for sports' day, for cross-country, for walkathon(2/2), for council investiture.


and of cos band pracs and sectionals took up majority of the time.
after many statements from the section,
of how i mis-treated the section nearing SYF.
wat's that piece called?
i can't rem.


okay.
i shld really stop thinking abt the the past.
and... move on.

still waiting at 8:36 pm

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