This Is Me

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division..
multiply..
subtraction..
addition..

You have to move on eventually. You can’t just cling on the past.

What can you infer from those numbers? Hidden purpose. No more holidays. Back to schooling now and I just hate waking up in the morning. I change my sitting place in the classroom. I’m sitting beside JEREMY ONG.

Why must I sit infront! Am I that short? I wonder what is the reason for me sitting beside Jeremy.. A blessing in disguise? At least, I sit there can laugh a bit not as boring as my previous position.

Have to study really hard now and prepare for O levels. I’m scared.. really i’m scared.. I can’t imagine sitting in the exam hall and doing my paper. The silence.. the tension..

The time is now, 20:27 let’s round it up to 20:30 shall we? 12 hours and 30 minutes later, we’ll be performing at Victoria concert hall for our SYF central judging 2007 and the fear will run in our blood. I’m feeling kind excited and nervous at the same time. We had the last practice for us, the graduating students, at the hall. Soon we’ll be taking our O levels and graduating. Looking back, all this merely are memories.

Little strings flowing on me. After graduation, we  will be going separate ways. It is kind of sad thinking about it. Albeit I hate this school, I’m still going to miss all those fun times. Time sure does fly fast till the point that I barely can catch my breath. I can still remember vividly of my secondary one class. 1E3, the form teacher was Mr. Azam Secondary two; 2E2 form teacher was Mdm Poh. Secondary three 3E1 Mdm Tan/Ms Yong. Secondary four; 4E5 Ms Yong.

I’m getting all emotional again. I’m going to miss all this. After secondary school things will be different. Very different. I’m going to miss drifting off while in physics lesson, hearing Ms Wee’s voice, hearing Ms Yong’s voice, hearing Mdm Gill’s scolding us, Mdm Ros’s exquisite accent. I can’t imagine graduating. I think I’ll be crying like a fool. Maybe I’ll write about this again when the time really comes.

Time; 20:45 in 15 minutes time I’ll have to sleep. Tomorrow is the big day, after endless scolding from Mr Lee, our conductor, and countless hours of training for this moment. I hope we don’t blow it. I want a gold maybe that is quite impossible to obtain. Silver is better than a bronze. I hope we maintain the standard.

Few weeks ago, we dread ourselves going to choir practice. It was tiring and takes a lot of our time. Well now we have a lot of free time to spend on our studies. I’m going to miss singing as a choir. Nothing stand still.

Reporting time will be 6:30AM at the music room. That is like very early. I’ll be missing out most of the lesson perhaps I’ll still be able to attend the last period which will be physics and there will be a physics test on DC CIRCUITS. I just hope we clinch a silver. Tonight, it is a cold night my fingers are freezing. It has been raining in the afternoon. I shall end my thoughts here. Time; 21:04 (: