And I'm dying to write.
Not that I didn't have the chance to write during SPM (I wrote so much my right hand's index finger is still numb till today), since it's the only healthy activity when I'm as sick as a dog now.
Took pictures with the Sec 4s on their last day.
Aww James. Isn't he handsome or what? He's still single by the way. ><
Preeti, Grace and me.I shall miss her giggles. *sob*
WenQi likes to make me look silly. By the way, where's the Rubik's cube?Mabel looked so pretty in this picture.
Mel who is gonna bring some gay guys back from Germany for Adam.Nicole the poser.
Me. The mega poser.
Chieh and I fighting to take pictures with Iven.
Charlie's Angels!! And erm... Charlie's boyfriend in the middle.
We're one group of weird girls.
Adam felt so flattered because I wanted to take a picture with him.
Ace... who is gonna spend every last penny on mangas. Seriously I don't know why. I rather spend my last cent on a Louise Vuitton handbag than comic books.
Went for lunch at Fun OK! with the Sec 4s.Jer trying his very best to make the blocks stand.
The guys playing cards. I like Khoo Yuan's shirt.
Majlis restu so boring must cam-whore.JiaYiing and WaiYan, ShuetHan and YeongEan, ChinYang and Yappie.
Cool and macho punye WenSen and his erm, bouncer.
Very chuen punye people.
Friends since primary school.
Specs are in style now.
We are all in tears during majlis restu.Gonna miss Pn. Lim.
SPM started and I have to say I love Sejarah.
It didn't feel like SPM at all. I mean, it's one mega-super-helluva-big-deal exam which will either catapult you to Harvard or some unheard-of college.
We ought to take the exam seriously but...
It felt like trials. Except for the fact some of us are in different classes and some of the invigilators are hot (according to Ray and Chris).
Some could even go watch a movie and shopping for prom (seriously, I wonder how they do that).
I shall Minda Ceria, Mr. Andy...
Pn. Zaiton, of course.And also Mr. Sean. Haiz... no more dirty jokes.
Chester drove Chu and I to Fun OK! for lunch after our last tuition class.The school was so quiet when there were only 3 of us Science classes. I don't mean to say that the Art students are noisy (no offense), but the school really was quieter without great number of students.
Again, I have to repeat that I hate Biology.
SPM ended in silence for me.
There were only the 4 of us in the whole school.
It felt odd, walking down the stairs in a place where you knew you no longer belong to, in the uniform you abhor for the very last time.
Mich is gonna scoff reading this.
Nostalgia invaded and I thought I would cry like a baby sitting beside the school hall. I cried during majlis restu, a tad silly because we'll be seeing each other almost everyday during SPM.
This was different. I suddenly realised that I might only meet up with them in March when the results are out.
The journey back home from school was like a journey to an unknown future. As I left the protective walls of the school compound, it occurred to me that the outside world might not be as fun and intriguing as I thought it would be.
"It's a jungle out there," Mr. Sean said.
Life after SPM wasn't the thrill and euphoria I anticipated.It's rather more like a boring holiday where you slouch on the sofa watching decades old movie replaying in HBO, without popcorn.
And here comes the part where your eyes will pop out of their sockets and roll on the floor.
I miss studying and doing endless revisions in the dead of night.
The thought struck me when I was chatting with a few classmates on my first day of liberty. I was thinking about whether to bury myself in Add Maths or Biology when it hit me that I finished all my Add Maths revision books.
Biology?
According to Isaac, burn a book safe a tree. Biology went into ashes to save some old oak tree in the tropical rainforest of the Amazon.
Life's kinda meaningless after SPM.
I miss the stimulating gay live actions in class and the adrenaline rush during SPM. *sigh*
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