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Tuesday, January 02, 2007 8:16 pm

A toast before things get really messy

I know that not many people would be reading this entry. And even fewer would bother to tag to acknowledge their presence and to let me know that people actually read and not just take my cbox as a bitching corner.
School pretty much opens tomorrow; And tomorrow so happens to be the first of the last year, effectively so, that I shall be a part of Maris Stella.
I admit.
The days spent there were neither happy nor heart-wrenching. There were moments that made you felt sorry for certain things you had done and others getting the visual warning for what you had committed. But, in a corny sort of way, life at Mshs wouldn't be the same without the talkative Kwok and the demented you-know-who.
This is the 4th year.
The last year.
The most important year.
And, the most emotional.

3 years ago this time I was furiously trying to tie my tie to make myself look prim and proper when I enter the class; So as the impress the teacher. I was still pretty much that nerd wearing those emo spectacles. The knot of my tie ended up looking like a croissant and I was really finding it hard to breath. Thank God for that Conscellor that helped my undo my misfortune.

3 years ago I didn't know that there was such a thing as EMO ROCK and there are actually groups called Bands. I didn't know MCR(maybe it wasn't established then), U2, Kiss, Queen, Taking Back Sunday. Now, I do.

3 years ago I was a very talkative person. I could comment and I did. Now, I am more of the observer and I talk, but very much less as compared to last time.

3 years ago I didn't know people like Marcus, Julian, Wen Xiong, De Wei, Glen. They made life in Mshs so much more happy. Other than the fact that some of these people, the rest will eventually do so, did so bloody well in their papers that I often secretly cursed them.

But most important of all, 3 years ago, I didn't know you as much as I did now.

If you are thinking how so much stuff came to mind and so sudden, I can only tell you this. I too don't know what kind of neuron lost it and cooked up this idea which eventually let to my fingers tapping away on the keyboard.
For the better or for the worse, I still haven't quite gotten myself involved and frankly, I don't intend to do so just yet. Maybe during December, I will go scouting in Orchard with Nicholas. ~~
I think everyone now is in the midst, or some faster ones having completed, making their New Year Resolutions. Mine are simple. They consist of:
1. Smiling more.
2. Doing more work
3. Clocking in less hours of TV and Msn
Gee. I think that may take a little work but I think I will give it a shot.
School ends at around 11.30 but I reckon that I will really end at 1 thanks to moral boosters by Kwok and all the teachers. This is especially so for us Sec 4s because, hey, the reputation of the school pretty much lies in the number of 1's we get for that O level slip. The more the merrier and I am not talking about the test paper for crying out loud.
I think this may be the last of the few posts that I am going to enter cause, hopefully so, I will be frantic this year. It is a bad enough sign if I have the time to actually let my thoughts run wild.
Do tag.


this used to be a funhouse. But now it’s full of evil clowns.