i miss..
i miss: acjc. singing in the void deck. getting glared at by other students who are trying to study. alex complaining that we took too long to decide songs and that his back hurt. arguing over the fine line between classic/oversung. studying until ten. walking around the track at night looking at the stars. talking our hearts out. crying at the bleachers. sectionals. star wars theme songs. rehearsals. kkmc. NL1. stoning during gp. recess in the canteen. yong tau foo. geog lectures with mr lynn. the glass room. grinding glass. listening to power 98. slaving overnight to finish prep work. wiping glass. painting display units. hokkien techno. 248D pasir panjang road. fruit salad. movie marathons. feeling that exhilarating rush.
i miss: my best friends. studying for o levels. getting distracted. watching tv and eating any trash we could salvage from my cupboard. cooking spaghetti. pounding chicken fillets because we didn't buy ground meat. eating pizza. over-eating pizza. smuggling food into mrs sushilla's class. mushroom cheese. abraham's promise. scolding juniors for cutting the queue. eating orange bowl. drinking ice tea. searching for hindi ringtones for uncle mobeen. prom shopping. dress-making. haircuts. phone calls. sleepovers. watching silly chinese shows. eating noodles and guo tie at the shanghai stall. walking to the food centre. feeling so so stressed, but with the people who mattered.
i miss: ootgr. bright red choir uniforms. staying back after choir and sitting in the canteen. ribena and seaweed chicken. the "bian tai" western stall uncle who always opened late. yuanzhen laughing about everything. changing the words of "candle on the water". making gold stars. "i pray we'll get a gold." michelle screaming on the phone with her mother. crying jags. "forever in love". "best in me". seeing the young ones chasing birds. flamingo uniforms. rushing under tables to duck the cat high choir guys who were coming down the stairs. screams. "datang dari empat penjuru...". our own private dock in australia. alto sectionals. beating the floor with the drumstick. separating wanjing and ah boy. jas eng sitting beside the metal cupboard and turning red from laughing. feeling young and full of hope.
i miss: misc. meeting on sundays [or was it saturdays] above citylink. getting stared at by street dancers and skaters. singing the same stupid carols over and over and over and over and over and over again. spending almost everyday of the christmas holiday together. losing our voices, and then getting them back again. eating lasagna at the expat's house. singing the tenor part. heh. reaching low Cs. watching treasure island. making esplanade our second home. buying snacks from seven-eleven. teasing each other. lying around doing nothing most of the time. basking in our unproductivity. learning songs last minute and hopefully getting them somewhat right. clement and his face screwed up as he goes "..are their tones!" feeling careless and carefree.
i miss: plmc. backup practices. rugrat shouting at everyone. watching luke play the drums. trying to harmonise and then laughing at ourselves when we couldn't. arguing about attire and formal shirts. great P&W sessions. funky five. moshing. walking qing and pam home. eating nasi lemak. eating katong laksa. eating prata. batch barbeques. sitting on the pseudo beach singing random songs. luke beatboxing. listening to punk rock. jamming. sum 41 concerts. feeling immortal.
i miss: being nine. recording silly songs and trying to sell them to our aunties for a mere five cents more than what the blank cassette cost. playing with paper dolls and designing their dresses. spats with the cousins. barbies. polly pocket. snowy. lea. pretending our dolls had gone to school by chucking them in the cupboard. making our own "albums" and taking pictures to stick on the cover. theme hospital. sim park. pizza tycoon. walking over to st. nicks to see the baby crocs. the bread uncle in his little khaki-coloured van. what we regarded then as an amazing selection of cakes. watching power rangers. pretending to be kimberly. making up songs about captain planet. watching channel eight serials and memorising the opening songs. feeling sheltered.
i miss: my best friends. studying for o levels. getting distracted. watching tv and eating any trash we could salvage from my cupboard. cooking spaghetti. pounding chicken fillets because we didn't buy ground meat. eating pizza. over-eating pizza. smuggling food into mrs sushilla's class. mushroom cheese. abraham's promise. scolding juniors for cutting the queue. eating orange bowl. drinking ice tea. searching for hindi ringtones for uncle mobeen. prom shopping. dress-making. haircuts. phone calls. sleepovers. watching silly chinese shows. eating noodles and guo tie at the shanghai stall. walking to the food centre. feeling so so stressed, but with the people who mattered.
i miss: ootgr. bright red choir uniforms. staying back after choir and sitting in the canteen. ribena and seaweed chicken. the "bian tai" western stall uncle who always opened late. yuanzhen laughing about everything. changing the words of "candle on the water". making gold stars. "i pray we'll get a gold." michelle screaming on the phone with her mother. crying jags. "forever in love". "best in me". seeing the young ones chasing birds. flamingo uniforms. rushing under tables to duck the cat high choir guys who were coming down the stairs. screams. "datang dari empat penjuru...". our own private dock in australia. alto sectionals. beating the floor with the drumstick. separating wanjing and ah boy. jas eng sitting beside the metal cupboard and turning red from laughing. feeling young and full of hope.
i miss: misc. meeting on sundays [or was it saturdays] above citylink. getting stared at by street dancers and skaters. singing the same stupid carols over and over and over and over and over and over again. spending almost everyday of the christmas holiday together. losing our voices, and then getting them back again. eating lasagna at the expat's house. singing the tenor part. heh. reaching low Cs. watching treasure island. making esplanade our second home. buying snacks from seven-eleven. teasing each other. lying around doing nothing most of the time. basking in our unproductivity. learning songs last minute and hopefully getting them somewhat right. clement and his face screwed up as he goes "..are their tones!" feeling careless and carefree.
i miss: plmc. backup practices. rugrat shouting at everyone. watching luke play the drums. trying to harmonise and then laughing at ourselves when we couldn't. arguing about attire and formal shirts. great P&W sessions. funky five. moshing. walking qing and pam home. eating nasi lemak. eating katong laksa. eating prata. batch barbeques. sitting on the pseudo beach singing random songs. luke beatboxing. listening to punk rock. jamming. sum 41 concerts. feeling immortal.
i miss: being nine. recording silly songs and trying to sell them to our aunties for a mere five cents more than what the blank cassette cost. playing with paper dolls and designing their dresses. spats with the cousins. barbies. polly pocket. snowy. lea. pretending our dolls had gone to school by chucking them in the cupboard. making our own "albums" and taking pictures to stick on the cover. theme hospital. sim park. pizza tycoon. walking over to st. nicks to see the baby crocs. the bread uncle in his little khaki-coloured van. what we regarded then as an amazing selection of cakes. watching power rangers. pretending to be kimberly. making up songs about captain planet. watching channel eight serials and memorising the opening songs. feeling sheltered.
so many memories. but they're not enough.
i'm not ready to grow up.
p/s: spending time with my cousins really makes me sentimental.
posted by jo at 23:24
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