this is so terrible! i just woke up like an hour ago! gosh. the moment i got home at around 1pm, i immediately crawled into my bed and slept like some pig.. totally bummed out.


t-day celebrations at NYJC today, councillors organising. woke up at 4.30am this morning just to get to school by 6am. when i got to the bus stop at about 5.15am, my sleepy mind realised that there were absolutely no buses. like none at all. so i stuck out my hand, hopped into a taxi and who did i find at the closed front gate at the school at such a God-forsaken hour? zhi ming aka "Nengh". we sat down in front of the gate and started talking crap.. not knowing that the gate was already unlocked. so can u imagine the amused look on the teachers' faces later when they found us seated there instead of just going in into the school? ahahh..


so yup, got briefed. was supposed to be ushering. carried a whole bunch of chairs from the classrooms on the 3rd floor down to the 2nd. realised that i have been doing that for the last few days during the rehearsals. my arms have suddenly sprouted some new muscles within those few days. wow. feels as though i can carry almost anything.


the whole programme went off smoothly, with performances by the teachers. realised that most of them can sing pretty well. if some of them happen to get retrenched, no worries; they could just simply form their own choir and start singing at the esplanade. drank a countless number of cups of sparkling juice 'cos there were still leftovers from the toast to the teachers. probably gonna get diabetes after this. got a bit high after that and started getting a bit crazy. shermaine, my morning bus buddy, kept shaking her head at my unceasing enthusiasm. she was lethargic despite the fact that she merely had to just sit at the parade square and watch the performances.


went back to st. marg's afterwards to watch the T-day celebrations there. the standard was definitely better, the atmosphere was there and clearly, everyone (and i do mean everyone) enjoyed themselves immensely. gosh. i really miss being in an all-girls' school.. there's just so much freedom, and the screaming and the chaos just makes the whole experience even more surreal and fulfilling. still wishing that i'm still in st. marg's though- laughing at Mrs Seet's ability to give a toothy smile at almost anything, Ms Noraini's funkayness, Mr Lee's mighty-mouse-like shortness, Mrs Low's blurness, Ms Chan's cool Geog lessons in lower-sec, Mr Anthony's sarcasm.. really miss all of them. incredibly grateful to every single one of my teachers who have taught me ever since sec 1 for they have made my experiences in St. Marg's even more unforgettable. and not forgetting my friends. the PLC, 1e3, 2e3, 3e6, 4e6, my sec 1 classes whom i took for orientations, the Exco, the prefects, CAAC, my Guides. and of course, the late principal Mrs Caroline Lee who'll always have a part in my life. the last 4 years have truly shaped who i am as a person. and i don't think anyone would ever take that away from me.


damn. feel like crying now.




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and when all hope is gone, i'm here
no matter how far you are, i'm near
it makes no difference who you are
i'm your angel.