if cliche stuff bores u, and u cannot bear another sappy entry on friendship, you are encouraged to browse elsewhere.
Other than that, hi! this is the only post i will be making for this blog and it be left that way, to serve as a small reminder of what i have gone through in 2 years with my friends. as long as blogger doesn't shut down, i do hope this little piece of my life will remain here.
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So, in two weeks time, I'll be sitting for the A levels with the rest of my friends, and after 24 Nov (well, for some it'll be 28) that's it.
the end of jc life and the end of 12 years of wearing a school uniform. As cliche as it sounds, time has really flown by.
I first stepped in RJ with apprehension, not knowing what to expect. REALLY. i never felt so lost before in my life as i waded through a crowd of RGS girls all squealing with excitement on seeing each other.
I never felt so lonely in my life before.
But that was before i met my class. When i met them, i hit it off with Charmaine (char, thanks!) and Raphael. Pretty soon, Han Yang trotted by to join us and soon, Erin, Janelle, Ian and Jeremy joined in. After the first 3 months, Joseph and Darryl joined us and our gang was complete.
WE HAD FUN IN J1. crazy, insane fun. We came to school on mondays, moaning and groaning how long the day was when it had barely started. The guys LOVED mondays cos there was PE. it didn't help that Raphael was the PE rep because he forced us (girls) to go for PE. Charmaine HATED him for that.
breaktime was always a relief as we dashed out of school to Ghim Moh to take a break from the dreary school days. recess then was only 40 minutes and we treasured every second of it. Sipping on cool sugarcane juice, and slurping on bowls of mee pok and desert, someone would yell 'CRAP! IT'S MRS SEAH'S LESSON!' there would be a sudden flurry of activity as everyone rushed to finish their food and dashed back quickly.
Our teachers would never understand why we were so fascinated with Ghim Moh. We even called ourselves the 'Ghim Moh Gang' cos it sounded cool!
lessons ended late, around 3 and you could always count on ian to say 'LONG DAY M'AM' and groan. Perhaps that's why lao shi (one of our favourite teachers) let us off on some days. And that's how we got ian to be our 'negotiator' when it came to asking the teacher to let us off for breaks.
j1 came and went and soon, we found ourselves the seniors of the school, in a spanking brand new campus. OOH. life was pretty much the same, just that MinSheng joined us and we had endless fun teasing him.
an outsider would probably say 'that's boring! what kind of jc life did you have man?!' While it was true that compared to the other classes, our class was pretty dumb and we did not boast of having councillors
it was doing the silliest things like running to and back from Ghim Moh (which later changed to J8 although we were wiser then and took a cab instead), eating upsize noodles (courtesy of Raphael whose stomach is a BOTTOMLESS PIT), screaming at the guys for being so darn annoying at times, literally rolling on the floor from laughing too hard, playing softball in the LT with a coco cola bottle and a scrunched up wad of paper, beach bumming at Sentosa, panicking together over the impeding exams in the library before deciding that it's not worth the energy to panic and it's best to trudge down to the canteen for Western food etc. that made life much more bearable.
you knew you could always count on someone to keep your deepest, darkest secret, someone to lend you a shoulder for you to lean on when you grew tired, someone to talk rubbish to, someone to gossip with, someone to play with, someone to study with, someone to eat with, someone to cry with...
someone to be there for you when you needed someone.
and with that, i thank the Ghim Moh Gang- Charmaine, Erin, Janelle, Han Yang, Raphael, Darryl, Joseph, Ian, Min Sheng and Jeremy for making these 2 years a wonderful time. I HEART YOU ALL!
The end?
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Nah.
posted by esther @ 5:53 PM
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