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| by comrade commissar | Thomas | @ Monday, October 11, 2004, 10:08:00 AM | permalink |
Yep, and I am still (Umm, sorry Leanna for spoiling your photo. ;p ) Friday, 8th October 2004 was "Graduation Day". Of sorts. We had our grad day pulled forward in advance to avoid crashing with the fasting month for the Muslims, and cos' no one would have any mood to celebrate if the date was closer to the A's. It was great to see all my classmates again. It was great to laugh & chat & reminisce about the last 2++ years we had together as classmates, with new additions along the way. It was great. It will soon come to an end & become the past. It was almost magical. Suddenly everyone was fine with everyone. Everyone could get along with everyone. Animosities & differences could be tossed aside. It was as if it was Christmas Day, 1914 all over again. When a group of us people went out afterwards, someone commented that this would probably be the last time before the exams that we could be so relaxed and happy as a class. I think I agree. Today, Monday, on the PC table in school where I am now typing this blog entry, I have my French Revo notes & reminders to finish a History essay beside the keyboard. Later at home, there will be a grueling sparring match between me & my brains vs. chapters of Russian Revolution. We ended up sitting at the Esplanade & around 8+ pm. Staring at the sea, making small talk among ourselves, going through the highlights of the grad day. Staring at the sea, I want to shout out loud that Third Eye Blind song. I want to shout it to the sea in front of me, to the Merlion pissing out water, to the uncaring tourists on boats. To the sudden moments of fear & anxiety. I want to shout it at my schoolmates present & past, to my teachers present & past. To the previous batches who have gone through the pre-u system - with success or failure. To my Sec 4 years. To last minute studying & dreams about miracles. To self-deceiving illusions of hidden genius & destiny. Can I graduate? |
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