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Thursday, October 27, 2005 @ 2:31 pm
reply tags.
it was kinda hard to reply everyone's tags, so I decided to reply them here.
kuzz: congrats, kuzzie! though I have a painful regret of entering science stream, I'm sure you'll do a better job than me. haha. what a way to talk when my exam is coming up!
abel: vodka lime wei!
ven: better start studying your form 4 when you're free. seriously.
val: are you saying that all babies born via home-delivery can't blink? haha


ah... a typical morning at convent secondary, where the 5th formers occupy the bench outside the bookshop & contribute to noise pollution. it's been a while since I saw that scene though, cos' after the pmrs, I haven't been taking the school bus. long story short, the driver was a big meanie, even after calling him politely to inform him that I won't be taking the bus during the pmrs. he never even said thanks.. all he did was shout in my ear. I think all ah bengs who can't find jobs as vcd sellers can be bus drivers. after the call, I could still hear his voice going,'who are you?!!' in chinese of course. anyway, thanks to xin's mom who so kindly picked me up, I arrived to see the scene above. but today was much merrier cos'
1) it IS the last day of our schooling career
2) we were briefed for the 3rd time about the spm rules & regulations &
3) we had to go through the test of holding back our tears..
in the form of 'sembah salam', which by the way is like, seeking forgiveness from our teachers & also thanking them for all their guidance. now, I'm no stranger to this cos' we already went through that in form 3. but this time, it was different. it's the end of our schooling career as we know it! was expecting myself to cry buckets but strangely enough, I did not even shed a tear. ok, tears DID well up as I was hugging kim ai tiong, but that was all. today, bonds were strengthened & all grudges were forgotten. even I buried the hatchet with a close friend of mine. it was indeed very heart-warming. I'm glad it's all over. the friendship that turned sour, I mean.



took some great black & whites of my form-mates hugging each other, weeping & smiling through tears amidst the music that made things worse. songs like vitamin c's graduation & other soppy numbers kept playing. song after song.. the scene outside the biolab was just giving me fuzzy-wuzzy feelings. should that not prove that I am NOT emotionless, xin yu? just because you couldn't hold it in at the last minute does not mean I'm cold-blooded, you know? eesh.

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