Reminiscence = Nostalgia = wanna cry = more kleenex = felling more trees = environmental degradation

History coursework (typical Victor Koh style): My Class 06s14
Grabbed from class blog:

noobie writing an impressive class blog

Yeh! 3rd to blog! Haha, first time blogging, dunno what to say. So, I have a suggestion. Why not YOU go get ELSON to blog, then i'll write my piece? Haha! Or else, all I'm gonna do is posting hellos. Haha. Okay larh, S14 is a GREAT class! We had loads of fun this year...want more? get ELSON to blog now! hahaha!

Also horh, speek more orf the powderful england to chilli up our lives k?haha!

Happy holidays! Cheerios!Guodong.

Tana Umaga Friday, November 10, 2006
(SHAWN)
Hey.. Just want to say that i love my class and sorry if i havent spend enuf time with u all during the past few months because of my Council work. Sorry guys.. will be more enthu in future. Oh yarh.. there is a class outing on sunday afternoon. Let me noe if u can make it. Thks.
Btw.. i wanna thank my PW group. I'm gg to miss nt having pw. Our pw experience was filled with fun, laughter and many more. Haha.. we learnt many new games too such as MSNin. Haha.. Great game.
Thks Leon oso for patiently teaching me rugby. Haha.. i have improved. Noe how to spin the ball and how to catch the ball.. Oso learn how to appreciate greats like the ALL BLACKS formal captain Tana Umaga and also England hero Johnny Wilkinson...Oso enjoyed watching haka..Thks coach..
Thks oso to diana, alina and alvin for allowing me and leon to use your MSN to play MSNin. U guys rockz.. We need a PW group gathering soon haha.. where we play more rugby and MSNin... and watch more haka.. Haha..For those not in my PW Group.. haha... I also would like to thank u all for making the BBQ quite fun that day.. hehe.. I also want to thank Kumaran for keeping me company the entire night, sitting by the beach and chitchatting.. Thks oso to the group of ppl who carried the food all the way from the BBQ wholesale centre to ECP and also to Eli, Alina, Zayim, Eileen,Venessa &Ting Ting for setting up everything.We are the greatest class.. 06S14..

New Record Low For Class Attendance
reported by Kenny the Rabbit Friday, November 17, 2006
In an amazing show of class unity today, an overwhelming majority of the class ponned chem. tutorial today. A record no. of 4 ppl attended (in order of appearance: Joel, Kun Tat, Deya, Elson).The original plan by the foursome to pon the lesson at 10.45 (the lesson was supposed to start at 10.30) was thwarted by the dramatic arrival of Mrs Jasima at 10.44. During the duration of the lesson (about 30 min), Mrs Jasima went through the answers for Q5 & Q6 of the tutorial of Carbonyl Compounds. She also revealed that Ms Sarizah might follow the class up next year.Very good lor, pang seh us…

History taught me to identify significant instances/events.
On Friday, November 17, 2006 Lee Kun Tat FINALLY admitted the he is
1) a Rabbit
2) Kenny Lee

Friendships come and Friendships go
Like wave upon the sandLike day and night
Like birds in flight
Like snowflakes when they land
But you and I are something else
Our friendship's here to stay
Like weeds and rocks and dirty socks
A friend is a personto cry and laugh with,
An inspiration
Someone who lends a helping hand,
though friends may not be forever,
And they may not end up together,
The memories of a true friendship will
last forever.
A friend is not a shadow nor a servant
But someone who holda piece of a person in his heart.
Someone who shares a smile,
Someone who brightens up your day
What makes a person a friend?
Is by saying your Love will stay.

Renee Donna Bufete

The days we spent together -- yesterday, last week, last month, last year -- have indeed become a part of history, but they too have become part of our memories. Whenever we recollect those two years of our lives, we recall the funs, the anxieties, the common grudge we share against some people (ahem!). The poem Ting Ting posted on our class blog is finely written by Renee Donna Bufete, but if I may, I would wish to change the word friendship (in the first line of the first stanza) to people - for it is the people who come and go but the friendship forged among friends would see friends through thick and thin. And even as we part our paths to different worlds, a coincidental meeting would still bring back fond memories of the times we have had together. This is the virtue of friendship.

The GREATEST lesson History has taught me, or rather, what I manage to learn, since I was always in trance mode during lessons, was to appreciate the past. Our class tag '06s14' would be ripped off the classroom door just like our class decor had been. Our presence in the school is all but a past, a part of PJC's proud history. And, the laughters, the grunts, the shuffling of feet and the dragging of tables will live, not in history, but in our memory. I might not have come from the BEST school in Singapore (lets face it larh, huh. For now, at least. Next time, PJC will be tops!), neither have I been from the Best class in PJC, but I have no regrets, at all.
And You'd be sure, my friends, I'll never say 'get out of my uncaring elite face' (do i have to pay legal fees for this trademarked phrase?) when we shall once meet again. Its not a good bye, but a see ya!

See ya, my friends! And Good Luck!

End of chapter V

• As of today, I'm offically an A level graduate.
• Never occurred to me that I'm stepping into the realm of uncertainty, having no sense of what I will be doing next.
• Miss school
• Deeply infatuated (and the feeling sucks, seriously.)
• Never new shopping is so tiring. Wonder how girls (a gross gender stereotpye here) can manage long shopping hours and still be so chatty after long hours of shopping because Luke, Leon and I were burned out after just two hours of window shopping.
• The more we walked the more I :

1. wondered how my grades will be like and how I would respond to it.
2. was so tired I felt like sleeping along orchard road
3. realised that I was blind for a long, long time and didn't realise that there's this special breed of human beings called girls who are darn attractive. I suppose its high time I get myself glasses.
4. realised that I miss PJC alot even though I grumble almost every single day whilst travelling to school.
5. am determined to get myself one of those special kind of human beings
6. am pretty sure point 5 will never happen
7. am darn broke and I didn't know how I manage to spend 300 dollars on food in just 2 weeks.
8. I'm a dork

• Realised that it had been months since I last took a lift.
• Realised that it had almost been a full year since I last took a train
• Realised that I had been in la la land for too long a time
• Realised that Prom is nothing more than a humongous full stop to my JC life.

Gosh! I miss school, I miss my very busy and hectic life, and I miss my eye-candy. let's HOPE christmas will turn things around.

Bye Bye As! BYE BYE PJC!

After tomorrow, I'm officially an alumnus of PJC.

The school has been very, very keen to rope in as many EX-PJC (rhyms pretty well with the word axed) students into the PJC Alumni circle, so they decided to let the year 2s experience the 'exclusive' benefits the alumni of the school would enjoy.

No borrowing of books -- because we are damn sure you are gonna run away with them

No access to the school computer -- because we are dame sure you are have no self restraint and you won't know the difference between research for A levels and research for your own hedonistic interests, anyway.

No access to classrooms, we'd locked them all -- so the staff can go home earlier, don't be selfish! Everyone could use a good rest.

Please donate to the school -- while we continue to terminate all your privileges as a student of this school.

The 'friendly' clerk (who's so so very much to the power of mole times 'friendlier' than our infamously 'friendly' da bai sha) is even friendlier towards JC 2s who stepped into the general office -- because they are paid to smile and serve visitors; scream and dish out punishment slips to students. And, because we are future leaders of the society, we sure need to be well-disciplined.

Bottom line: your ez-link card does not say that you are a PJC student. Boy, I say you don't play punk with me arh! (In other words, you are gonna be getting a friendly clerk who smiles at you , visitor.)

Goodbye A levels! Hello A grades! ( HOPEFULLY)

p.s. I love PJC (and I'm gonna miss the good ol' days). BUT that doesn't mean I don't like picking on some of our very thoughtful school policies, indeed.

Brain dead. Lost my mind again.

'lost my mind' -- though loosely used, is what I'm frequently quilty of.
Very frequently. Though more often than not we would do stupid and mindless stuff when we 'loose our minds', there would be some RARE occassions when a little bit of ingenuity sets in and makes even the stupidest person on Earth look intellectual. I think today's the day I'm experiencing it. Haha, tired as I always am, but can't go to bed 'cause there's interesting Tv programmeSSSSSSSS to watch, I decided to visit my long lost 'electronic diary' -- to which I cannot recall my reasons for its existance. Can't think anyway, So I shan't be thinking anymore.

Hello Diary, Life's so funny.
Woke up early, but had to hurry (to school);
Minus sleepie, and I get cranky;
get more sleepie, and happy I'll be!
Should get MC, for I NEED sleepie!

Got Ms Ooshi, during assembly.
Waste my money, for TIME is MONEY.
Oh! my tummy, are you hungry?
Please, Ms Ooshi!!! No wishy washies!
Poor litt' tummy was made too hungry.

There was volley (ball), but I was sleepy.
Mr Sleepy is none other than ME!
Lost the tourney in less than 20 (minutes).
Coach in fury; and sorry were we.
Tourney worries, and my sleepy;
plus the hungry, there's more to worry!

The Three Essentials of Soon Guo Dong's lifestyle: Sleep, room temperature of 18 degree celcius AND BELOW - the lower the better (best if it is comparable to Artic's climate) & Tv!

p.s. pardon me for my English cuz I'm seriously TOO sleepy to even think. I'm just typing whatever appears to my mind and I seem to be deleting the wrong things whilst editing. So I gave up on the editing.

1st times

Tonight was an interesting one, I would say. Really, its interesting.
Because its my first time:

• I went out with the some of the teaching staff of PKSSSS till late (kind of fun larh, though it was 'business'. We went to a Thai temple to chant mantra. I've only been to other temples with my family. Going to another temple for night service is a new experience. And of course, I've got company till 8 plus. Yeh!)
• I went to buy fruits and veggies (I run errands for mommy and daddy from time to time, but this time around, the food I bought were for my consumption only. Life has changed. Its kind of wierd though, I think I bought more food than I would usually buy for the ENTIRE family.)
• I cooked the food I bought (It has to be some REALLY special/crazy occassions when I cook myself/my family a meal. Its either I woke up on the wrong side of the bed that day, or My parents were busy/away. And when I cook, I'm kind of like a chef, take food from fridge, cupboards etc. -- the foods that moomy and daddy bought larh, basically. I had NEVER cooked the food I bought. Not until today.)
• I decided to do my homework without being forced to (ONLY Mama's nags and daddy's 'Guodong, when are you going to get your stuff* done?' Punishments from school would NEVER get me to even look for the school bag I chucked aside the moment I returned home. NEVER. Its kind of peculiar right? Sometimes, we just 'grow up' when we miss our family. I bet I would revert to my old self when they return. haha!)
• I SLEPT LATE because of homework (HAHA! I think I have REALLY gone mad! Homework would NEVER be my reason for sleeping late. Given that sleeping is my religion. Even extremely interesting television programmes also couldn't make me stay up! And today, homework IS my reason for sleeping late. I think I must be mad. OR, maybe I was mad and now I'm cured. What's happening? I really don't know.)

People change. But it always seem so surprising to realise that you have changed; and that you are no longer the person you used to be. And I'm still quite stunned. HOMEWORK?!!! How on earth did it EVER bypass my ultra-hightec homework blocker?! $%^&*! haha! Hello, new me!

Tick - Tock -Tick - Tock

The rhythmic tickings of the analogue watch at the airport was an indication of their nearing departure and my unwanting independence.

Grandpa and grandma were there, but the tickings were never soft. And they NEVER stop.

Breadfast was a silent one. No one had the appetite. Who would anyway? But I ate, because mom insisted. She knew I wouldn't eat so she made the you-better-eat-your-meals long distance call.

I've never said goodbyes to my brother and sister, and neither did they. But now we have to. This feeling is so foreign.

We bid our farewells as they left for the departure terminal, waved our goodbyes and mouthed our well-wishes as they dragged their feet to the departure gate. Gate 32.

My brother messaged his farewell and I replied. Our texts were formal. The language both of us despised, mocked and laughed at together. And today, we used it. Maybe it serves as a reminiscence of the funs we had together. Those were the days. The days when we were still young. The days when we were still together.

Tick-Tock-Tick-Tock. The dreadful sound at the airport has now become a melodic one because it reminds me of time passing and their imminent return. The gambler and his stakes -- My family.

Then again, this constant ticking signals the never pausing time and the coming As that I've NOT prepared for.

I want time to pass by quickly so that I can see my family again but I want time so slow down to a craw so that I can catch up with my preparations for As. This really is a dilemma and for now, I have a big big house for myself to allay this misery.