28th November 1989 Catholic High Victoria Junior College 06A13 Choir Soprano 1 screams at random assholic to the max will either love you or hate you. so STAY AWAY! hooked on green tea frap first class bitch :) loves a good read banshee-like aspiring tabloid writer.
today had me thinking a great deal about everything. about my life, frens and everything.
sometimes i wish i could just stop growing up. i want to go back to secondary sch. at least i felt safe, ensconsed in the familiarity of my old classmates, all my choir frens, my teachers. jc life is just so fast paced and super traumatising. its like watching a fast forwarded film with all the loud jumbled up noises. i don't know what will be at the end of these two years. suddenly i'm wondering whether it was worth it to come to vj in the first place. i want time to turn back. i want the past.
suddenly i'm in 4-7 again. i remember painting the tiles as a class. i remember bitching and "abusing" et in class with rayston.i remember the bridging sessions. i remember the boring chem lessons. the absolute dreary physics lessons. the ever lame assembly programmes. i remember the walk down 5 storeys to the canteen. i remember the feeling of walking down the long snaking corridors again. i remember what it was like to wear green shorts.
choir. i remember the frenships formed, broken, lost and found again. my bestest frens in my whole life. people whom i know i can depend upon.altho we barely even talk now...i want u guys to know that i have not forgotten any of you. you have made it 4 happy years for me. i know i can depend on u.i remember prague.that magical moment.i remember the seemingly endless and tiring practices, the effort put in, the tears shed. i hope one day cat high choir can relive that glory.my juniors if u ever read this.make my wish come true. i remember too how we used to go out after choir in groups, to watch movies and eat.i remember that day we bid farewell at the last esplanade concert, the last tears shed before the final curtain call. the last song. the last song as cat high choir.that night i talked to you till three. i will never forget.you,my best friend.for all those specialmoments. those times that we recall.
today i rush out for pw meeting. voice lesson cancelled.next sov shopping with peien and jo.this is my busy life now. i have lots to do.study for test, catch up on all the math tutorials and reading.
today too, i sat in an ice cream parlour. with my best frens again. friendships are rebuilt.
on the way home, you ask me why vj has no pool. i didn't know what to say. but i know what it meant. i'm afraid. i'm scared. i want u to be my best fren through every stage of my life. pls try. for my sake pls. don't let our friendship die. i'm afriad that one day when i call you, you'll be busy with yr other friends. water polo? why not choir? has the passion died.will we see each other less and less? i don't know really. i want to be able to talk to you everyday like last time.haha. i dont know if you even read this. u mean the world to me.really.
friendsforever. <3
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Water is my eye
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