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Thursday, February 17, 2005
I MISS..
wong mei yen, her warm, big hugs, her sweet, genuine smiles and our wonderful chemistry in bullying minzy, her constant chatter, running along the corridors and up the stairs with her and our recess sessions.
chan cheow joo, her morning schoolbus, the silent party everytime mei and i tease minzy and how she always doesn't join us in running and jumping along the corridors, the o level days where she was always the seat in front of me, the oral exams we had and the signs she always showed me to tell me if it was gonna be easy or hard.
ong minzhi, her chinese dances and songs, her long and dirty white (or yellow) belt with many slits and safety pins, her horrendous laughter, her running up the stairs while mei and i chase to flip her skirt up to reveal her army green undies and how she always hates running.
tricia tan, her excellent mimicking of koh mei chin's voice, words and actions, her jay chou songs, her constant love problems and me being her listening ear, waving hi vigorously with mei everytime we pass by her class, cutting queue together for fishball noodles along with candice and char, how she doesn't uses chopsticks, her green tea, the time the AVAtheatrette's ceiling was pouring and we were running to and fro the toilet getting buckets and mops we even had to resort to the gents and how you ran with the mop like harry potter and shooting the hoops with her during occasional recesses.
chang su en, her constant nudging which is like 24/7 and becomes pushing you to whichever direction away from her while she walks, her endless chatter, her complains about everything under the sun, our detention sessions and sec 2 life with loolin, her silliness and stupidity and our chapel sessions together.
charis tan, the look we always share when su su neh neh starts on her endless senseless talks and how we would roll our eyes at her, her company, her corny jokes and how their entire class would squeeze in the puny toilet after the 1345 bell to comb and tie their hairs. lol!
tan seok yin, and her weird voice, her stupid dance moves which never fails to make us all crack, her marvellous voice and her ugly expressions.
shalane yip, the different chocs i always receive in the morning, the messages scribbled on my desk in chalk everytime you drop by to visit but i'm not around, your letters, your scribbles again on my texts everytime you borrow them, the drill sessions where you were commanding your NPCC cadets and me commanding my GB people in the same carpark and how we would exchange glances, the basketball sessions, the study sessions at your place, our twin ring and dog-tag, the piggy-backs you gave me at the basketball court, how she love to do those basketball stunts with me being one of her tools and how everybody thought we were together.
angel tan, her bear hugs, the meetings we always had after school at 4A2, how grace's and her texts will be stacked in front of their desk like a fortress while they sleep behind it during class, how we always got in trouble with all our earholes, her listening ear, our basketball sessions and the banana song grace, twin, her and i shared.
grace wong, her kuku-ness, her ugly actions, the time i had to accompany her to see ms gan because the hairdresser shaved her head, the loose belt we always got scolded by ms gan for, the stayovers, how we jumped on cupboards under the stairs on the first floor to get up to the second instead of using the stairs, her cow song, the basketball sessions and practices at every break there was and never failed to return to class for chinese enrichment all red, smelly and sweaty until we turned chao-taed and the geography tutions at your place with your mom.
michele tan, the corrupted prefect who has so many earholes and accidentally brought her handphone to school one day got a shock and hid it in her pencil case of all places, her messy hair, the events we planned together, the drill sessions, our basketball sessions, the camps we shared, the shoulder you lent me during the release of chinese o's results, how we were always the last to get out of bed during camps and the times we designed camp tees.
lavina tay, another corrupted prefect with many earholes, her corniness, our basketball sessions, the bbqs at her place, coco her precious, church services and cell, how we would rot in the prefect's room and laugh at all the funny pics of the prefects even though i wasn't a prefect and our guitar practices for GB's devotion.
andrea lin, my best friend and her silliness, how she choreographed a dance according to the primary school recess bell song, her unique handwriting which is the only one different from angel's, grace's, mich's, lavi's and mine, how we agree and disagree on the same things and how we criticised on the same funny people.
joanne foo, her guniang-ness, how she's so unique because she really does not care what others think about her, how she really really really wants to learn cycling but never succeeded, our cab rides home everytime we were out late, even back to our lower primary days where we were best friends and i was jealous of teo meiqi.
pamela lee, our dearest ah-sao, her darling inventory, how she is so.. AH SAO!, how she always nags at me and her typical madness.
and not forgetting so many many more others! thanks for making PL such a wondeful place to belong to despite all the silly school rules. i really miss those days.
bringing me to his kingdom.
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