Monday, March 20, 2006

i miss going to class early in the morning to ppl sleeping on their desks.

i miss going to class early in the morning to ppl talking about the latest soccer match, describing explicitly the free kicks and incredible foot work.

i miss going to class early in the morning to worship with christians.

i miss playing master of puppets on that red guitar.

i miss banging my head and air drumming/guitaring to ocean avenue. (lol cow)

i miss trying day after day to harmonize to the national anthem.

i miss grooving to the school anthem. (yes.. even rapping it)

i miss saying the pledge in 4 languages.( i still remember)

i miss looking at ppl screw up their flag raising and chao sia-ing while giving command.

i miss that time where we wasted the whole english lesson gossiping.

i miss sleeping in deven's class only to be woken up by him catching yu zhi and spinning him around and slapping him hard on the back.

i miss sitting in nice straight(quite lah) colums in class.

i miss having to walk up so many flights of stairs to get back to class on time from the canteen.

i miss being a guai kia.

i miss the odour after PE.

i miss the way the odour chased miss chew out.

i miss the green thoburn tank top (zhong hans) which brought devastation and intimidation to all who approached.

i miss pip's weird smell.

i miss matthew yeo.(he has nice mathematical instruments)

i miss SOCCER DURING RECESS! even though it was only like 20 mins.

i miss xiao ji (chinese for small chicken. it refers to delicious deep fried chicken wings)

i miss mee pok ($2.50) song BO!

i miss the attitude cleaners in the canteen. they never ever motivate me to clear my plate. seriously.

i miss the TV in the canteen where we could change the channels and sometimes watch soccer..(the canteen would be very imbalenced on those days)

i miss observing the way how some people(you know who la) can be so passionate about a losing team(liverpool)

i miss the way God would visit us in those prayer meetings in the library, CF room, class, blah..

i miss the way weng kin prays (somehow. very inspired)

i miss the way the class would suan kenneth (good at all sports) and wei zhi and whoever else la.

i miss the way jarrod was kinda proud of his fats.

i miss those untimely farts and burps and yawns and coughs and what else..

i miss the amplitude of all the above.

i miss it.

i miss it.

i miss.

i really do.

to all ACS(i) 4.5 2005, i miss you guys tremendously.

i wont get over it, ever.

but i will move on.

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