Reading this from dear hannie's blog made me feel all nostalgic again. Looking at those stupid pictures i drew during every single lesson besides english and lit, the both of us managing to pass our o's was nothing short of a heaven-sent miracle.

But looking at it all in its full technicolour detail makes me feel like laughing again, although it probably seems completely nonsensical, sometimes bordering on major innuendos and super-random crap. Were we really that bored, i wonder. I guess what i remember most is:

• Hannie and me doing up a meticulous, highly detailed, 3-page career-plan chart, starting from a french-fry fryer at mac's and slowly working our way up the corporate ladder. Cuz we were pretty sure all our lessontime doodling would end up in F9s for o's. Thinking back, all the time we spent drafting such career plans could be used to actually pay attention for once.
• LIM BEY BEY. Who could ever forget her and her sexy one-pitch voice and suggestive smiles.
• The crazy Bangla Club. Where we all spoke in convincing Bangla accents 24/7.
• And our band, Pooja and the Flying Doves. With our very own theme song and back-up dancers wriggling their hips away during lessons.
• The horrible R21 story about KK+MM, still in that small notebook of jolie's.
• And the horrible R21 couple - jolie and nessa. With jolie cradling her ermmm, ample assets lovingly, while singing tenderly to them. ROFL.
• Our gang. =) Gossiping away during chinese lessons, and occasionally stopping to hear good old ah heng talk about her heyday when she was flooded with suitors. And her dramatic elopement with her Christian Boy.

I miss my crazy sitting partner too! Those madcap days in our classroom next to the smelly longkang. With our empty goldfish bowls, still filled to the brim with water and seaweed, perched precariously on the speakers above the whiteboard. Just to give the impression of a class pet, which were all mercilessly killed by us and probably the high altitude.

Sometimes i wish i can go back to those insouciant convent-school days. I guess going off to jc made us all grow up alot, which is unavoidable, but sometimes i think i'd rather remain in Neverland where things aren't so complicated and emotions are never in a tangle and people are more what-you-see-is-what-you-get. But having said that, jc's a different rollercoaster of experiences all over again, and i won't miss it for anything too. =) Why does every single entry here have an emo rant. I guess i only blog when i'm have emotions huh, or else i would be stoning/watching yuan dian, when i don't need emotions, just my EYES, all the better to see with. =D

Anyway. Although co camp was around a week ago, i couldn't resist putting this up, from our nightwalk.

IT'S SUPER FREAKY RIGHT. To me, at least. That's my bloodified, raw-skin-like hand - me and bixia perfecting our Tale of Two Sisters act. Thinking back, i feel so brave. =D I usually get goosebumps just looking at the deserted third floor of the science lab block in the day. but that night, at the ungodly hour of 3am, i actually managed to be there in the dark, under a table covered with red cloth, with candles glowing eerily around, while I soaked my hand in ice-water and grabbed people's legs.

That's junhong with his glow-in-the-dark face paint. Its looks like cucumber clay mask in the light. But in the dark...





Look closely. Imagine walking in the pitch blackness and suddenly seeing a small, glowing, disembodied face grinning at you.

Its the stuff horror movies are made of, i tell you. =D

Oh well. Back to the books.