Suddenly, I miss schooling.
Went to tpjc.net and was looking through the announcements.
Last year, this time of the month, there were lots of announcements to remind us of the coming Alevels, the topical tests..
Now, those announcements were not for us anymore.
I miss those times where we laughed at lecturers. " Jinc" "Teacherlzzz, GP studentzzz, Essayzzzz"
I miss those times where the guys made a fool of themselves during lee-ang's lessons.
I miss those times where we begged tby for early break and how she always relent.
I miss those times when we stood together when limpy and sky.....
I miss those times where the so-called kangtangs (car,xian,valr,eileen and sab) when we discussed about good food, good-looking men, good shows.
Sab's indian song. munevaliba..
Car's tiny month.
Eileen's highhhh pinchhhh
Xian's meoww
Valr's invention of the term "sneaky businessman" and the usage of the term during econs lesson.
We said there's no class spirit. I think it's always there. Just that we didn't realise it, therefore didn't treasure it. But it's not too late.
I miss those times where zy and I mugged in the library for hours. How he wrote those encouraging messages on my notes. How he always helped me survive through the tough times. How he always manages to put a smile on my face. How he taught me the never-say-die spirit. How he shared with me so many life experiences and taught me so many values that I will bring them with me through the rest of my life. How he always laugh at my stupidity. How we chat on phone till daybreak. How he vents his frustration. How he always impresses me. How he always inspires me.
I miss those times when I loved to pinch haosy. When we talked on the phone till wee hours. When he would send the most positive sms when I screwed up each paper. When he was most patient with me.
Almost every part of tpjc lingers memories of these important people. Yes, I'm kinda nostalgic. If the piece of paper doesn't allow me to the uni, if I have to return to the darn place to study again, everything will not be the same anymore.
Went to tpjc.net and was looking through the announcements.
Last year, this time of the month, there were lots of announcements to remind us of the coming Alevels, the topical tests..
Now, those announcements were not for us anymore.
I miss those times where we laughed at lecturers. " Jinc" "Teacherlzzz, GP studentzzz, Essayzzzz"
I miss those times where the guys made a fool of themselves during lee-ang's lessons.
I miss those times where we begged tby for early break and how she always relent.
I miss those times when we stood together when limpy and sky.....
I miss those times where the so-called kangtangs (car,xian,valr,eileen and sab) when we discussed about good food, good-looking men, good shows.
Sab's indian song. munevaliba..
Car's tiny month.
Eileen's highhhh pinchhhh
Xian's meoww
Valr's invention of the term "sneaky businessman" and the usage of the term during econs lesson.
We said there's no class spirit. I think it's always there. Just that we didn't realise it, therefore didn't treasure it. But it's not too late.
I miss those times where zy and I mugged in the library for hours. How he wrote those encouraging messages on my notes. How he always helped me survive through the tough times. How he always manages to put a smile on my face. How he taught me the never-say-die spirit. How he shared with me so many life experiences and taught me so many values that I will bring them with me through the rest of my life. How he always laugh at my stupidity. How we chat on phone till daybreak. How he vents his frustration. How he always impresses me. How he always inspires me.
I miss those times when I loved to pinch haosy. When we talked on the phone till wee hours. When he would send the most positive sms when I screwed up each paper. When he was most patient with me.
Almost every part of tpjc lingers memories of these important people. Yes, I'm kinda nostalgic. If the piece of paper doesn't allow me to the uni, if I have to return to the darn place to study again, everything will not be the same anymore.

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