I had a sudden flashback in my room just now.
Of days in secondary school.
How far they seem, although it's only been 2-3 years. Okay, maybe it is far, but still.
I suddenly remembered the crazy moments that Colin, Matthew and me had in the Art Room. The retarded ripping out the paper-towels, soaking them wet at the sink and throwing them around [me scoring BIG when I smacked Colin right in the back with Matthew screaming with laughter at the side], the insane threatening of Colin's "I'll destroy your art work!" to Matthew's whiny begging laughter, the paranoid "Is my art work nice?" "No, it's f***ing ugly!", the random impromptu modelling we did when we turned off all the lights and slammed the tables together and started cat-walking down the "runway" with the tables wobbling like mad and them being all worried about me getting my head cut off by the fans since I'm so tall. Then the aftermath in which we laugh/scream/talk all the way to Colin's house opposite school in which Matthew will always try to do something to annoy Colin, especially with the random ransacking of cupboards and stuff in search of food. Chilling out in the room [literally, with the air-con], listening to Lush 99.5 FM, major bitching [especially during the Wars], etc.
I suddenly miss those days. Everything was so carefree - in a high-school sort of way - without all the new problems we're all facing with now. Everything was so certain, and there really wasn't much care about the day after, or the O Levels. Now with the impending A Levels [in which no one can cram for, apparently, except for perhaps a select few who are geniuses] and all the stress of relationships and studies, those days seem like Paradise.
Everyone's so cynical now. Everyone's so critical, everyone's so old and knowledgeable. Innocence lost. Poems like "Blackberry-picking" are really starting to make sense now. Those days will never come back, no matter how much people reminisce.
On the bright side, I think my class is really cool [which class ever thinks to pull a prank on a teacher by freezing for two whole minutes at the same time?!] and Council does at least bring great memories.
I know I've always said I hated my secondary school. In retrospect, perhaps it wasn't that bad.
And I better start enjoying the remnants of my JC life before I regret it when the A Levels are over.
Says cynical me.
Of days in secondary school.
How far they seem, although it's only been 2-3 years. Okay, maybe it is far, but still.
I suddenly remembered the crazy moments that Colin, Matthew and me had in the Art Room. The retarded ripping out the paper-towels, soaking them wet at the sink and throwing them around [me scoring BIG when I smacked Colin right in the back with Matthew screaming with laughter at the side], the insane threatening of Colin's "I'll destroy your art work!" to Matthew's whiny begging laughter, the paranoid "Is my art work nice?" "No, it's f***ing ugly!", the random impromptu modelling we did when we turned off all the lights and slammed the tables together and started cat-walking down the "runway" with the tables wobbling like mad and them being all worried about me getting my head cut off by the fans since I'm so tall. Then the aftermath in which we laugh/scream/talk all the way to Colin's house opposite school in which Matthew will always try to do something to annoy Colin, especially with the random ransacking of cupboards and stuff in search of food. Chilling out in the room [literally, with the air-con], listening to Lush 99.5 FM, major bitching [especially during the Wars], etc.
I suddenly miss those days. Everything was so carefree - in a high-school sort of way - without all the new problems we're all facing with now. Everything was so certain, and there really wasn't much care about the day after, or the O Levels. Now with the impending A Levels [in which no one can cram for, apparently, except for perhaps a select few who are geniuses] and all the stress of relationships and studies, those days seem like Paradise.
Everyone's so cynical now. Everyone's so critical, everyone's so old and knowledgeable. Innocence lost. Poems like "Blackberry-picking" are really starting to make sense now. Those days will never come back, no matter how much people reminisce.
On the bright side, I think my class is really cool [which class ever thinks to pull a prank on a teacher by freezing for two whole minutes at the same time?!] and Council does at least bring great memories.
I know I've always said I hated my secondary school. In retrospect, perhaps it wasn't that bad.
And I better start enjoying the remnants of my JC life before I regret it when the A Levels are over.
Says cynical me.
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