it's easy, we all falter. does it matter?
can you believe it? 16 teachers from my secondary (chij) left. apparently because of the principal. well i'll be.
that's a rumor... most of my loves left too. mr. ng, mrs gail siow... ms neo, gosh. everyone seems uphappy.
don't know whether to believe this news or not.
a wave of nostalgia hit me during lunch. i miss ij so much. i gave that school the most screwed years of my life. and within a blink, its been 2 years since i wore that blue and white uniform, put on the badge, forced my belt down my waist and my socks down my shoe.
10 whole years of ij gave me the best friends and times. just look at my friends. 90% of the girls are from ij.
gen, chang, feeb, char, ade, kris, sharmaine, nikki, rong.
all ij has given me.
screw all those who think we turn out to be arrogant and fucked up bitches. we turned out tough. and deal with that.
i still remember every recess, there would be spot checks on coloured hairbands, handphones, low socks (crap la also tio), safety pins and all kinds of minute stuff that we really couldn't be bothered about.
i remember the long walks to st. mikes canteen with zena, cherylan, gen, kris and yvonne.
the long fights me and nikki and jo used to have.
all the chinese classes that me and char ponned together.
the lame excuses we gave mr. yap to postpone physics (haiya mr. yap, the lesson was last period. now its free period)
the million and one wedgies, bra-unbuckling moments.
the times all the ij girls hopped off to wait for their oh-so-forbidden maris, sji and ri boys. at the bus stops. haha i wasn't a groupie ok.
the lantern festivals and we would thrown sparkles into the air and sing the stupid f4 song. what watch some shooting stars with u crap.
valentines day where our boyfriends would be forgotten for the day. our tables will be filled with candy and flowers. i always got a sunflower from nikki.
the isolated st. raphaels where the sec 4's were located, ostracised from the rest of the schools. we even had our own canteen and hill.
the toilets where there were lizards and cockroaches and about twenty girls with their elbows up tying their hair.
the pa system that would interfer with the radio broadcasting system. it would play jean danker during assembly.
mrs. how who for some reason, never gave up on the one class the school gave up on.
mrs. alex, the motherly figure.
mr. ng who loved freaking us up with sad stories of history.
mr. yap who brought a whole bag of toys for us
chen lao shi, who refused to tell us how to write the words for compo
mrs nicks who ran 2.4km and saved a drowing girl while 7 months pregnant
miss yap who claimed a moth flew into her mouth when she was yawning
mrs wong who called us names to spur us on and to prove us wrong too.
and my all time favourite:
mdm hong who hit our handphones by wrapping it in toilet paper and placing on her desk in the staff room. i recall her drama story telling ways.
i remember the long hours of eldds and dramaTeam. the silver we won at SYF and the 4 drama nights.
the last time the sec 4s sang the school song. we sang so loudly. and proudly.
forward chij.
i still feel proud people see me and say i have an ij face. i still feel pride when i see an ij in the street.
of cos not when their belts are clinging on for dear life on their hips and the girl looks like she's been raped and imprenanted with a child from species.
the ij spirit's living on
its searching far and far beyond
its never gonna die
its gonna live
in each of us
And we will keep it burning burning strong
the flame of zest lies in us all along
always inspiring us
to go on.
forward chij
