In that list of “Most Memorable Days Ever“, “Graduations” are up there, somewhere between “Wedding” and “The Day I Become A Nobel Prize Laureatte”. (One can always dream!)
So technically speaking, today’s one of the Most Memorable Days of our lives.
We’re GRADUATING yo!
Because of that, I will stop being my whiny self long enough to be emo a bit.
I WILL MISS ALL OF YOU. No no don’t raise that skeptical eyebrow I MOST DEF WILL!
Every single person I saw today, I had to go thinking, My Gawd will this be the last time?
Every single thing I did, go canteen buy water la, berhimpun at tapak la, I have to think, Is this the last time?
So yes, I will miss high school A LOT.
I think, I used to complain about my class, I used to get up in the morning thinking of some legitimate excuse for skipping school, I used to wonder just how long will chinese period end.
After perhimpunan I’d be wishing for recess, after recess I’d be wishing for the last bell to ring.
Now I wish I hadn’t wished all of those things.
School seemed ultra-fun now, school seemed like the only place you look forward to go to!
NOW, I wish I had a few more days with these people!
That, is FiveScienceSix in its full glory.
(Look at a certain KT trying to steal the lime light! Hahah.)
Together we busied ourselves with wondering when Chinese period would end, instead of actually paying attention to Pn. Ang’s boring stories of dead kings and poets, we secretly rooted for victims of Manwir (Jiu Hwei!) when her PPMS (Perpetual Pre-Menstrual Syndrome) effects were manifesting,
we copied Maths homework that originated from ONE person (and later we got lazy and stopped doing altogether), and we somehow convinced ourselves Hardev wasn’t actually in front of the class, teaching.
So yeah, I will miss 5S6.
AND, I will miss these people too.
Eight people, eight amazing characters, and a WHOLE LOT of wonderful memories for keeps.
“Big Head Eight”, so spontaneously weird, so US!
From monkey-dancing the evening away at Fui’s party, to locking ourselves in the store room during free periods and monkey-danced there, to star gazing at a certain beach and celebrating a special person’s birthday in a rundown hotel room afterwards (and eating cake in a pretty disgusting way), to practically ORDERING our class to participate in our “Guardian Angel” game (which was a success, if I do say so myself!).
Right, unless I actually get a scholarship to a United World College (which Spam thinks is
pretty very hard to do), I think I’ll still be seeing you guys a lot after graduation.
After NS lah of course.
I couldn’t forget these people either.
(We don’t seem to be smiling very broadly, I dunno why also. But we ARE happy, you can count on that!)
Recess buddies all the way back since Form 2, recess was like the superglue that glued us together, since we no longer were in the same class after that.
AAAAHH look at the transition that has happened, we used to talk about crushes and girlie-giggly stuff back then, now we’ve matured SO MUCH (or so I feel).
I think, I want to give you guys the biggest bear hug, and squeeze the daylights outta you!
Of course, with most of my time spent in class, I couldn’t forget these weird, often perverted (‘cept Lei and myself) people.
(Despite much practice, EuJoe still has that blur look in every photo!)
They’re weird because they play fantasy football where they score impossible goals, they conjure up plans to kidnap the Prime Minister’s daughter so as to get a million Ringgit, and they started an imaginary band with the most stupid name (with proper signed contracts to boot).
Thay also (happily) gave us lessons regarding all things sexual. (You know when you have questions about males that you wonder about often but have no guts to ask just any guy off the street? Yeah, those.)
(Most times we don’t ask, they voluntarily provide the info.)
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Other than the above, there are a whole lot of other people I would miss a lot!
Like the girl who sticks up for her friends no matter what;
like the soft-spoken ‘rabbit’;
like Wolfie (“Foxie” and “Wolfie”, how could they?!);
like my ex-study-buddy who used to keep calling me ‘sien ren’ (ahh I miss those times!);
like the girl I’ve known for such a long time whom I really really like, but I don’t think she knoes it (you’re the one who memorizes literature texts. Yes you!);
classmates like the most handsome girl in school (“Jiao wo shuai ge la! Jiao la!”);
the guy whose jokes I learnt to understand (his caption IS a compliment la, he’s one of the funniest person I know);
like the person whom I used to be close to in Form 3 (I do not forget friends!);
like our very own David Blaine;
like the girl whom I’ve been classmates with for seven years;
like the person who’d always insist I’m really a boy (meh. You’re very much like a girl yourself);
like the person who drove me to the library (and unfortunately I couldn’t join him for later study sessions);
like the always-enthusiastic girl (you’d think she had more than her usual fix of sugar);
like the girl who always has clever, witty comebacks (and the only other person I know who likes green – GREEEEEN?!);
like the guy who hates Marilyn Manson (thinks he’s a devil worshipper, which he isn’t by the way) that we’d have countless musical debates;
like YOU, for reading this.
(As I was writing that, I had the sweetest SMS from BigFeetWithOctopusArms. Things like these get me all emo-emo again.)
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I’d like to end this post with a bunch of inspiring words, but I’m not very good at writing inspiring stuff, so I’ll leave it to Dr. Seuss instead.
He is, after all, one of the greatest children’s author ever.
(Right, you read this, and pretend it’s written by me okay?)
Oh, the Places You’ll Go!
by Dr. Seuss
Today is your day.
You’re off to Great Places!
You’re off and away!
You have brains in your head.
You have feet in your shoes
You can steer yourself
any direction you choose.
You’re on your own. And you know what you know.
And YOU are the guy who’ll decide where to go.
You’ll look up and down streets. L
ook ’em over with care.
About some you will say, “I don’t choose to go there.”
With your head full of brains and your shoes full of feet,
you’re too smart to go down any not-so-good street.
And you may not find any
you’ll want to go down.
In that case, of course,
you’ll head straight out of town.
It’s opener there
in the wide open air.
Out there things can happen
and frequently do
to people as brainy
and footsy as you.
And when things start to happen,
don’t worry. Don’t stew.
Just go right along.
You’ll start happening too.
THE PLACES YOU’LL GO!
You’ll be on your way up!
You’ll be seeing great sights!
You’ll join the high fliers
who soar to high heights.
You won’t lag behind, because you’ll have the speed.
You’ll pass the whole gang and you’ll soon take the lead.
Wherever you fly, you’ll be the best of the best.
Wherever you go, you will top all the rest.
Except when you don’t
Because, sometimes, you won’t.
I’m sorry to say so
but, sadly, it’s true
can happen to you.
You can get all hung up
in a prickle-ly perch.
And your gang will fly on.
You’ll be left in a Lurch.
You’ll come down from the Lurch
with an unpleasant bump.
And the chances are, then,
that you’ll be in a Slump.
And when you’re in a Slump,
you’re not in for much fun.
is not easily done.
You will come to a place where the streets are not marked.
Some windows are lighted. But mostly they’re darked.
A place you could sprain both your elbow and chin!
Do you dare to stay out? Do you dare to go in?
How much can you lose? How much can you win?
And IF you go in, should you turn left or right…
or right-and-three-quarters? Or, maybe, not quite?
Or go around back and sneak in from behind?
Simple it’s not, I’m afraid you will find,
for a mind-maker-upper to make up his mind.
You can get so confused
that you’ll start in to race
down long wiggled roads at a break-necking pace
and grind on for miles across weirdish wild space,
headed, I fear, toward a most useless place.
The Waiting Place…
…for people just waiting.
Waiting for a train to go
or a bus to come, or a plane to go
or the mail to come, or the rain to go
or the phone to ring, or the snow to snow
or waiting around for a Yes or a No
or waiting for their hair to grow.
Everyone is just waiting.
Waiting for the fish to bite
or waiting for wind to fly a kite
or waiting around for Friday night
or waiting, perhaps, for their Uncle Jake
or a pot to boil, or a Better Break
or a string of pearls, or a pair of pants
or a wig with curls, or Another Chance.
Everyone is just waiting.
That’s not for you!
Somehow you’ll escape
all that waiting and staying.
You’ll find the bright places
where Boom Bands are playing.
With banner flip-flapping,
once more you’ll ride high!
Ready for anything under the sky.
Ready because you’re that kind of a guy!
Oh, the places you’ll go! There is fun to be done!
There are points to be scored. there are games to be won.
And the magical things you can do with that ball
will make you the winning-est winner of all.
Fame! You’ll be famous as famous can be,
with the whole wide world watching you win on TV.
Except when they don’t.
Because, sometimes, they won’t.
I’m afraid that some times
you’ll play lonely games too.
Games you can’t win
’cause you’ll play against you.
Whether you like it or not,
Alone will be something
you’ll be quite a lot.
And when you’re alone, there’s a very good chance
you’ll meet things that scare you right out of your pants.
There are some, down the road between hither and yon,
that can scare you so much you won’t want to go on.
But on you will go
though the weather be foul
On you will go
though your enemies prowl
On you will go
though the Hakken-Kraks howl
Onward up many
a frightening creek,
though your arms may get sore
and your sneakers may leak.
On and on you will hike
and I know you’ll hike far
and face up to your problems
whatever they are.
You’ll get mixed up, of course,
as you already know.
You’ll get mixed up
with many strange birds as you go.
So be sure when you step.
Step with care and great tact
and remember that Life’s
a Great Balancing Act.
Just never forget to be dexterous and deft.
And never mix up your right foot with your left.
And will you succeed?
Yes! You will, indeed!
(98 and 3/4 percent guaranteed.)
KID, YOU’LL MOVE MOUNTAINS!
be your name Buxbaum or Bixby or Bray
or Mordecai Ali Van Allen O’Shea,
you’re off to Great Places!
Today is your day!
Your mountain is waiting.
So…get on your way!
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So this is it. The end.
Never able to sit in class and wait for the teacher to come in.
Never able to make up an excuse for not handing in your homework.
Never able to walk to other classes looking for your friends.
On the other hand,
This is it!
The exams, the holidays, then THE COLLEGE!
The responsibilities that aren’t REAL responsibilities yet!
Being able to buy cigarettes! (Just because you’re able to do it, doesn’t mean you have to, okay.)
Being able to stick your nose up in the air when someone talks to you like a child and say, “I AM AN ADULT! HEAR ME ROAR!” -rwoawrr-
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I’m taking a short hiatus. I cannot continue like this any longer.
If you see any new posts after this, be the helpful blog-reader and do whatever it takes to discourage me from blogging anymore okay?
My future depends on this.
If my future turns bleak all of a sudden (i.e. the minute the SPM results are out), I wouldn’t want to have to say the blog readers were to blame.
(By the way, seeing as I’m hoping to not blog anymore, I shall now say, GOOD LUCK everyone! Break a leg y’all!)
Please, last-minute exam-eve late-night cramming okay? It’ll do you more harm than good.
Message to self : Please study, please please PLEASE study! Please don’t get distracted! Please please PLEASE STUDY!
(Self-begging as a last resort)
Last and final, ciao #3.