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Friday, November 02, 2007

just went to visit my grandparents, and on the way back, something which hasn't happened in a long time happened: i missed mg. it was a queer thing, i was stoning out the window listening to my ipod, and suddenly i realised i was passing by the mg hill. and at that moment, so many memories of the 10 years i spent there flashed through my head.

in my mind's eye i could see myself trotting into school on the first day of p1, with my pure white shoes and big bird bag, desperately clinging onto my sister's hand. strange it is, that now i'm clinging on to the memories of mg instead. i could see myself as a p3 kid, who made it her life's ambition to be the first person to run out of school into her dad's waiting car every single day. and i could see me and nicole ng running down the hill in a fit of post-exam excitement, and nic subsequently falling down the hill into a mud puddle as a result.

and there were SO MANY memories of eliza and that hill too: in sec 1, when we ran down the hill, on the way to holland v to buy supplies for family fiesta, even though the 1.30 bell hadn't even run yet. with her and grace after our weekly (torturous) flute lessons, and after mep too. the times when we've walked down sad, or happy, and i remember the time after i found out i couldnt take part in the musical coz of ms tsien, and she really cheered me up so very much.

then there was char and zai and the hill: i remember the time before o's when we stayed to study late, and then went to kap for supper after that. man, we laughed our heads off. there's char and the serious talks we sometimes had, and her incredibly slow pace. there's zai and her unglamness, and all the laughs and oh yes, not forgetting the time i told her I AM AN ALIEN! and totally freaked her out. that was like, at the beginning of sec 4, when she didnt know me well. hahaha.

there's ANNELIESE QUEK TOO! hahah, dear nana, and how we were always condemned to take 154 after every eve to mary rehearsal, and how we always went on a tired high and roared out Rollover DJ, and actually many other jet songs, when we dragged ourselves down the hill at ungodly hours of the night.

there were the times when the whole crapbag gang had outings, and liza would always be right in front of the whole group, and char always at the back.

the times with sarah when she bought icecream from the uncle, complained about how hot it was, and contemplated the pros and cons of taking a cab, inevitably to be dissuaded by me or eliza.

and thats just the freaking HILL. don't let me get started on the actual school.

but you know, all these are just memories now. things change, people change. you have to move on. and the mg i remember, i know, will not be the same mg whenever i return to visit. sure, the red bowl stall will be there for some time to come, but already other things have changed: ms kon will no longer be prowling the halls, for one. and then there's the people. for what use is a school without its people? that's truly what made it special. no, i'm not going to say i wish i could turn back time and whatnot, because i've moved on, and i'm genuinely happy. i guess what i AM saying, is that i'll never, ever forget mg. and a huge part of who i am, is really because of all the experiences i've had there.

oh my god i've just dedicated a whole post to my ex-school, how noob can you get. ah well, i guess it just goes to show how very special mg is. hur hur.

down through the years our memories will keep a loving place
for friendships made and pleasures shared, and lessons learnt apace





okay, i knew when i wrote this i should have included dee, and crystaltessakellyvon etc etc, BUT. denise never ever walked down the hill! she cabbed or got picked up. but ANYWAY. dee was also a highly integral part of school, and i solemnly swear that i miss her to bits, now that she is in ib. really. i miss seeing her every single day. she was one of those people who were always THERE, you know? HEAR THAT DEE? I MISS YOU. and i love you lots, and i'm glad you could come over the other day, even though you had to leave pretty fast. outing again soon k? when liza can make it too.