going home

Just came back from an over-indulgent dinner with Amy, all the way at Chong Pang. Its proximity to YJC brings back many fond memories. Memories that were stupid, fond and utterly worth all the 3 years I'd spent there.

It could all have been so different if I'd taken the DSA and backdoored my way into NYJC. But what's done is done. And YJ made me the person I am today. I got to make so many lifelong friends. From my girlie clique and my CTG 215, there's just so much I have to be thankful for.

My life would not be the same if I'd never met Amy and Jolene cos of shared PW lessons and such. Though the teacher was a humongous pain the friendship the 3 of us made has lasted for like 5 years and is still going strong.

And then there's my bestie, Meihui, who may be a total bitch at times. Ironically I met her on my school's exchange trip and only got to talk to her in the last few days. My first impression was of this super tao girl who looked kinda cute with her short hair (tsk) and all and somehow the friendship just carried on from the trip to the airplane up to this day! She has been the realist to my idealistic nature, always there to kick me between the legs especially when it comes to my questionable taste in women. Having an eiron like her to push me back on the right track has helped me so much in my life and even though she's like really busy in SMU I still hope/think we're pretty close! :)

Then there is my class. Dear CTG 117/215, you guys shoved upon me the responsibilities of a CTG Rep which I totally abhor but I somehow still lived up to. All the fun times and complicated moments, I remember each of them ever so fondly as if they'd just happened yesterday. From slacking in our wonderful container classroom to the monthly birthday celebrations, fun was to be had in almost everyday of school. And football! We had so many retarded moments and memorable shit than I can even think of. I think I missed more lessons back in YJ than anyone else yet I still managed to scrap my A levels.

Uni? Uni is a pale image of JC, there's just no classroom spirit, people leave right after lessons without even knowing one another beyond names and sometimes not even that. I doubt many people really know each other like really well. I can tell when a person is wearing a mask or a facade and there's just too many of that going on now.

It irks me. Badly. It pisses me off.