amour amour

Friday, October 15, 2004

- 4:53 pm

Eins, zwei, drei, vier, funf, sechs, sieben, acht, neun, aus

today is the last official day of skool, although quite a number of skool days remain.

in any case, yesterday skool ended the earliest it has in weeks- so at 330, i met dear old max in starbucks to study, and later we went to burger king instead when surprise surprise! my close friend pravin who i hadnt met for some time walked in with a bunch of his friends from ACJC. eventually some salesperson came up to his friends and harried them over some stuff so we talked quite a bit, and he hopes ill go to ACJC, although i told him that RJC needs the dramatic talent of max and i, whilst ACJC can probably do without, an explanation he accepted. so after a while he left, and max lent me this cuban jazz music (think slower samba with lighter drums and a hint of latin beat) which is really, very good. go down to borders to look at some stuff and i FINALLY buy mutter, although i left resolving to buy van halen the next time, in their two cd set. basically it was fun, and i got home and did stuff.

today we had two academic periods, math and physics, and i slept through the whole of physics, it was so boring i couldnt take it. of course after that, i got my progress report with a nice little report there, and the best math grade ive ever gotten, especially since my math, like my 2.4 has increased drastically. here are some figures.

secondary one
math: C6
2.4: 14:50

secondary two
math:E8
2.4: 18:36

secondary three
math:E8
2.4: 14:46

secondary four
math:A2
2.4: 11:23

maybe its because i walked through the 2.4 in sec 2. maybe its because i was fat. now its all just chitta chatter- that shit dont matter.

i aint gonna hit the floor - anymore.

my secondary skool life is coming to a close, and as i sat there during the rehearsal for the graduation ceremony, many thoughts passed through my mind. among them were things like:-
*why is the emcee using indeed so much? and indeed this, and indeed that,and indeed there is a cactus up my arse
*why is he sounding so bored? hes talking about exciting experiences we had in a bloody monotone!
*he talks like he knows us, and knows what we've been through. hes a bloody sec3. some dumb script.
*damn im bored
*holy shit, this emcee sucks!

among other things. i was next to zhengyi, and gerald, and we had a great time..ha. we started clapping in tandem, and soon everyone else joined in, and just as jasbir comes up to stop all of us, were like 'mohan! stop it lah! oeiiiiiii!' and pretty soon the rest of the batch joins in haha. sergius is asked up on stage, and when he does he gets booed to death (poor thing.how the express hate the gepers. how the gepers hate the gepers.) and it makes me wonder what kind of reception our dear friend waikit will get when he walks out onto the stage tomorrow in what promises to be a mind numbing, brain freezing, boooooooooring ceremony tomorrow. so i shall bring my discman along and listen to cuban jazz the whole day. jazz is good...i love jazz, especially at night. it makes me think the night is like the colour of the heineken beer bottle with droplets of water vapour on a cool surface...chill green.

i guess some things will change. like how ill never be able to imitate the class monitor in saying 'chi li!' when the chinese teacher enters the room again, or how therell be no more gambling den classroom for bridge or blackjack, how i wont see ms grace, mrs nathan, mrs foo, ms tang, mrs ng, desmond tan and mr wong teach me again, or cikgu saripah for that matter. thank you for everything.

of course theres another star who hates both max and i, so -
koes okah! rot in hell.

i guess i should also thank ms quah for four years in rp, but the most important teachers have really been mr otto fong, who was more like a friend. i remember when he bought us all ice cream, hes so goddamn cool. then theres ms jacqueline sim who was always nice to me and gave really good advice (close! but no banana!) and ms hope kelly who inculcated drama into lessons and made them enjoyable. mrs nathan was also fun, pointing out mistakes in speech of other students on the podium as wed shake our heads in mock disgust...ha. mrs foo with her jokes, ms grace who came for sttd and bought me a rose, and mrs ng who pushed my math grade up to amazing heights, uncharted territory. ms tang who enjoys my english compositions, mr brian ng who is no longer in RI, but was an amazing guy (i hear hes writing the kamasutri - the female kamasutra after we gave him one on his leaving day), and my class, who can be a ton of fun. mr joseph wong, whom i was terrified of in sec 1 (well i was of ng hoon hoon too) and cikgu saripah.

thing is though, is that i need change. i require change, refreshment, and thats why i look forward to JC, although it saddens me to leave RI. haha, when mr edward ng said
"take with you the good memories, leave the bad experiences behind"
first thing i did was to turn around and say
"huh? you mean we had maths lessons?"

slowly but surely everyone will fade away, move along, with the exception of a few. ramya is gone, but im pretty sure she'll be back to see me in dramafeste in july (YES. I WILL BE ACTING. AND ITLL BE SO DAMN GOOD THEYLL BE FORCED TO GIVE ME THE BEST ACTOR AWARD, EVEN THOUGH IM NO LONGER IN RI. WOOSAH!)

we'll make the changes.

and remember, none of you are ever alone in this world. ill always be here for all of you.