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Saturday, May 30, 2009

firstly.
SCREW THIS DAMNED LEG OF MINE.
YOU WERE FINE DURING PE.
WHY DID YOU HAVE TO SCREW UP ON ME NOW.
BIKE HIKE. THE FREAKING CHANCE OF A LIFETIME.
WITH MY TEAM.
AND YOU JUST TOTALLY PICK THE NIGHT BEFORE IT
TO START RELEASING PAIN BULLETS
THUS SCARING MOMMY OUT OF HER SKIN
and now i cant freaking go for bike hike.
screw you. DAMN IT, SCREW YOU.

secondly.
i always find it easier to be this introspective person when the sky darkens.
it's not that i never realised how much i miss stnicks until today.
i always knew. i still know.
it's just that it never hit me as hard as it did today.
when i collected my cert.
and i looked through the stuff in it.
the testimonial that i wrote myself (to my utmost disgust and horror).
the results, the string of letters that got me where i am now.
the cca record, those few words simply unable to sum up what i, for want of a better word, devoted myself to for four years, no matter how much i wanted to kill and cause bloodshed, no matter how much i felt like giving up, no matter how much the world seemed to be against me (and the other five of us.)

going back to the sj room and pressing my nose to the window, trying to peer through the glass to the darkened interior of the room and read the message on the whiteboard left by my juniors (i couldnt read the message because of the darned reflection).

walking to the pink (le gasp! pink!) corridor on the third floor where 4 Truth spent the most wonderful year ever, screaming about Os and the mysterious vegetable-in-the-iced-tea-without-ice and generally nothing in particular.

walking through the (generally) empty school, looking around at everything.
if i'll be honest, the school was pretty dead. there was nobody. there was meet-the-parents.
but i didn't go through all that trouble at 3-something pm for nothing.
because strangely enough, it wasn't all that hard to imagine stnicks alive, the way i always knew it, bustling with activity.
i saw the green patch and imagined for a moment, the first and last parades every friday, with so many 1.5l bottles which were never neatly lined up. i daresay never.
saw the flagpole and imagined people getting tekan-ed in front of it. (im not sadistic.)
saw the current 2 Charity classroom (it used to be mine! 2 Grace!) and imagined sec1s learning CPR inside.
oh God i miss the school.

even macs, for goodness sake, that lovely red-and-yellow fast food restaurant we all take for granted, could have so much to hold.

the same lady who pissed tomoe off every friday evening, is still there.
to piss her off. again.

there are still guys with laptops, bringing to mind the endless replaying of "inside your heaven" by carrie underwood, so much so that i was annoyed by the song to no end by about five replays.

the song choice of macs is still terrible... bringing to mind tomoe's idea that the english name of 张信哲 is *insert weird accent* zhangxinzhe~~~
goodness, tomoe can't even remember that incident well.
she thinks it was 刘德华.
me: 是张信哲！刘德华跟张信哲差很远leh...
tomoe: 哎呀，他们都是香港人...
me: 张信哲是台湾人...
tomoe: ...都是华人！
me: might as well say 都是男人...

as tomoe says, it even sounds like they have christmas songs and 杀猪 songs. -_-

then, i met myra and zhuwei at amk hub.
some things just dont change ^^
for instance, stealing zhuwei's rubber band and threatening her with ridiculous things such as...
"you'll only get your rubber band back if you can help myra successfully log in to her facebook account on your phone."
or
"you'll only get your rubber band back if abigail comes by 7.15. if she doesnt, your rubber band goes in the water."
another thing that doesnt change is watching zhuwei stand up and completely pwn the guys nearby in terms of height ^^;
another thing that doesnt change is abigail being extremely unapologetically LATE.

so anyway.
we spent a ridiculously long time deciding where to go to eat, lmao.
pepper lunch? mos burger? subway? pizza hut?
and along the way, we saw jiafeng xD
i recognised the class tee before i saw her.
it just seemed to jump out at me, like how the fish on the tee is jumping out of its too-small bowl.
anyway, we settled on pizza hut.
until we realised that we will actually be waiting for 10 to 15 mins, and then decided to go eat at kfc instead -_-

four of us in four different uniforms.
hci, rjc (sorry lah i dont wanna call it ri(jc) leh), njc, ajc.
we should totally have taken pics pls.
but the same sentiments everywhere:
i miss stnicks.

and then there is the going home part.
more memories again.
i will not apologise for anyone who read until here and is completely unable to understand what im feeling, because i reserve the right to be nostalgic.
how long has it been since myra, zhuwei and i stood in the train, surrounded by masses of people, not caring about the strange looks cast by others as myra and i attempted to convince zhuwei to (this phrase is gonna give her nightmares) repeat after us: EMBRACE MY HEIGHT!
hence the proposal of friday being the lets-heck-everybody-and-go-home-together day.
it must happen. i dont care.

and so began the long walk home from admiralty mrt station, partly because i somehow felt that waiting at the bus stop seemed a pretty pathetic thing to do today.
a pretty nice feeling to be shrouded in shadows by the (overgrown) plants by the roadside.
(i mean, seriously, what were they thinking by planting all that stuff?)
in any case, there's just one conclusion:
there's no place like stnicks.

and all of a sudden i felt like doing it all over again.
wearing a blue pinafore which has a belt never the right height nor the right size.
with that sewn-on 德纯义坚 school badge which screams PRIMARY SCHOOL because goodness, teenagers do actually remember to pin stuff onto their uniforms okay.
with that bright yellow nametag that i initially hated so much because it screamed BANANA, but now i love it because it reminds me that im from the yellow badge.
and that same nametag which has my chinese name written proudly above my english name.
ironically, nobody paid much attention to it until jc, when i dont wear my nametag anymore, but people still enjoy calling me "XIU xian!"
specially for today, i wore the SNG socks again.
although this time i didnt actually care if you could see the SNG or not.
despite the smug smirks i would allow myself whenever councillors stopped in front of abigail or myra to tell them to pull up their socks, completely skipping me-who-also-has-unsatisfactory-socks.
because really, in this environment, do you really need to tell everybody you're a stnicks girl?
it's enough to be a stnicks girl at heart.
and i will always be one, even if people tell me i have the face of a schoolgirl from just across the road.

Once A St Nicks Girl, Always A St Nicks Girl.

i cant believe that throughout that whole lengthy reminiscence, i didnt mention Mrs Goh.
i miss her >< and all her quotable quotes.
i will quote only the one that always sticks in my memory. always.

When St Nicks is at its best, NOBODY comes close.


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SCREW THIS DAMNED LEG OF MINE. YOU WERE FINE DURING PE. WHY DID YOU HAVE TO SCREW UP ON ME NOW. BIKE HIKE. THE FREAKING CHANCE OF A LIFETIME. WITH MY TEAM. AND YOU JUST TOTALLY PICK THE NIGHT BEFORE IT TO START RELEASING PAIN BULLETS THUS SCARING MOMMY OUT OF HER SKIN and now i cant freaking go for bike hike. screw you. DAMN IT, SCREW YOU. secondly. i always find it easier to be this introspective person when the sky darkens. it's not that i never realised how much i miss stnicks until today. i always knew. i still know. it's just that it never hit me as hard as it did today. when i collected my cert. and i looked through the stuff in it. the testimonial that i wrote myself (to my utmost disgust and horror). the results, the string of letters that got me where i am now. the cca record, those few words simply unable to sum up what i, for want of a better word, devoted myself to for four years, no matter how much i wanted to kill and cause bloodshed, no matter how much i felt like giving up, no matter how much the world seemed to be against me (and the other five of us.) going back to the sj room and pressing my nose to the window, trying to peer through the glass to the darkened interior of the room and read the message on the whiteboard left by my juniors (i couldnt read the message because of the darned reflection). walking to the pink (le gasp! pink!) corridor on the third floor where 4 Truth spent the most wonderful year ever, screaming about Os and the mysterious vegetable-in-the-iced-tea-without-ice and generally nothing in particular. walking through the (generally) empty school, looking around at everything. if i'll be honest, the school was pretty dead. there was nobody. there was meet-the-parents. but i didn't go through all that trouble at 3-something pm for nothing. because strangely enough, it wasn't all that hard to imagine stnicks alive, the way i always knew it, bustling with activity. i saw the green patch and imagined for a moment, the first and last parades every friday, with so many 1.5l bottles which were never neatly lined up. i daresay never. saw the flagpole and imagined people getting tekan-ed in front of it. (im not sadistic.) saw the current 2 Charity classroom (it used to be mine! 2 Grace!) and imagined sec1s learning CPR inside. oh God i miss the school. even macs, for goodness sake, that lovely red-and-yellow fast food restaurant we all take for granted, could have so much to hold. the same lady who pissed tomoe off every friday evening, is still there. to piss her off. again. there are still guys with laptops, bringing to mind the endless replaying of "inside your heaven" by carrie underwood, so much so that i was annoyed by the song to no end by about five replays. the song choice of macs is still terrible... bringing to mind tomoe's idea that the english name of 张信哲 is insert weird accent zhangxinzhe~~~ goodness, tomoe can't even remember that incident well. she thinks it was 刘德华. me: 是张信哲！刘德华跟张信哲差很远leh... tomoe: 哎呀，他们都是香港人... me: 张信哲是台湾人... tomoe: ...都是华人！ me: might as well say 都是男人... as tomoe says, it even sounds like they have christmas songs and 杀猪 songs. -_- then, i met myra and zhuwei at amk hub. some things just dont change ^^ for instance, stealing zhuwei's rubber band and threatening her with ridiculous things such as... "you'll only get your rubber band back if you can help myra successfully log in to her facebook account on your phone." or "you'll only get your rubber band back if abigail comes by 7.15. if she doesnt, your rubber band goes in the water." another thing that doesnt change is watching zhuwei stand up and completely pwn the guys nearby in terms of height ^^; another thing that doesnt change is abigail being extremely unapologetically LATE. so anyway. we spent a ridiculously long time deciding where to go to eat, lmao. pepper lunch? mos burger? subway? pizza hut? and along the way, we saw jiafeng xD i recognised the class tee before i saw her. it just seemed to jump out at me, like how the fish on the tee is jumping out of its too-small bowl. anyway, we settled on pizza hut. until we realised that we will actually be waiting for 10 to 15 mins, and then decided to go eat at kfc instead -_- four of us in four different uniforms. hci, rjc (sorry lah i dont wanna call it ri(jc) leh), njc, ajc. we should totally have taken pics pls. but the same sentiments everywhere: i miss stnicks. and then there is the going home part. more memories again. i will not apologise for anyone who read until here and is completely unable to understand what im feeling, because i reserve the right to be nostalgic. how long has it been since myra, zhuwei and i stood in the train, surrounded by masses of people, not caring about the strange looks cast by others as myra and i attempted to convince zhuwei to (this phrase is gonna give her nightmares) repeat after us: EMBRACE MY HEIGHT! hence the proposal of friday being the lets-heck-everybody-and-go-home-together day. it must happen. i dont care. and so began the long walk home from admiralty mrt station, partly because i somehow felt that waiting at the bus stop seemed a pretty pathetic thing to do today. a pretty nice feeling to be shrouded in shadows by the (overgrown) plants by the roadside. (i mean, seriously, what were they thinking by planting all that stuff?) in any case, there's just one conclusion: there's no place like stnicks. and all of a sudden i felt like doing it all over again. wearing a blue pinafore which has a belt never the right height nor the right size. with that sewn-on 德纯义坚 school badge which screams PRIMARY SCHOOL because goodness, teenagers do actually remember to pin stuff onto their uniforms okay. with that bright yellow nametag that i initially hated so much because it screamed BANANA, but now i love it because it reminds me that im from the yellow badge. and that same nametag which has my chinese name written proudly above my english name. ironically, nobody paid much attention to it until jc, when i dont wear my nametag anymore, but people still enjoy calling me "XIU xian!" specially for today, i wore the SNG socks again. although this time i didnt actually care if you could see the SNG or not. despite the smug smirks i would allow myself whenever councillors stopped in front of abigail or myra to tell them to pull up their socks, completely skipping me-who-also-has-unsatisfactory-socks. because really, in this environment, do you really need to tell everybody you're a stnicks girl? it's enough to be a stnicks girl at heart. and i will always be one, even if people tell me i have the face of a schoolgirl from just across the road. Once A St Nicks Girl, Always A St Nicks Girl. i cant believe that throughout that whole lengthy reminiscence, i didnt mention Mrs Goh. i miss her >< and all her quotable quotes. i will quote only the one that always sticks in my memory. always. When St Nicks is at its best, NOBODY comes close.