Thanks For The Memories

dEaR jUmJuM...

Jum2 is a high school graduate! I can hardly believe it. It feels weird knowing that next year I can not enroll myself in any school. Weesah free!

As a whole, I think high school sort of sucked, except the awesome friends part. So here we go. Compilation of most profound moments.....

PETROSAINS SHOW COMPETITION!

Freda and I were NUTS to enter this. We had no idea what we were supposed to do, just hantam-ing and only finalizing the experiments we were gonna perform the day before. Imagine our utter delight when the phone call came to inform us we qualified for finals in KL! We really let ourselves go crazy, doing whatever we thought might be entertaining on stage. (And we knocked down three flower pots during our performance, no kidding!) What made this so memorable were the strangers that came up to us to say that ours was among the shows that they enjoyed. (Oh yea babe!) And the judges in both stages declared that Freddy and I had 'very good chemistry together'. Awwww. I'll always remember that!

SPORTS DAY

Sports day was always fun. =) The best one would have to be the form 5 one, in which a group of us sat by the track with umbrellas and caps in tow, yelling for all we were worth! Oh and Joshua and I went around making stupid videos. That sports day was the first time in history that I wasnt rushing to go home. David, Lionel and I had to stay back til everything was cleared. When we reached school to keep the stuff it was already pitch black and David was trying to scare me. Haha, That was fun. Aloe vera gel!!~

ST JOHN

St John was always a little bitter-sweet for me. Hard to explain why. But had lots of fun too =) I LOVE MARCHING. It's like the only exercise I actually did throughout high school, oh except for the next entry... And I'll miss the Joyce-Weiwei-Biqi-Jacq-Lydia team!!

THE CRAZY MEETINGS IN BP

We had some AWESOME times in there. David and his random, dirty, extraordinary jokes (especially about D. Poodle) and ideas...ugh. But we did do a lot of work in BP too, dont get me wrong!! It wasnt a joy ride. And we had quarrels and bei song-ness once in a while. But I think we did okay. I never thought we'd pull through. I'll miss working with you guys!

BEING NOOB PREFECTS IN FORM 2

Seriously. Look at those form 2 kids! They have the same serious, oh-i'm-so-important faces that we used to have too. I really smile to see them. It was fun though, ponteng-ing to look for Ms Wee over the smallest of matters. I distinctly remember that last day before CNY holidays, students were let out early and prefects left last in an attempt to avoid students letting off firecrackers, and we were walking towards the front gate, the school empty around us, the excitement of CNY bubbling within us, while we were singing at the top of our lungs! I dont know why but that is my clearest memory of being a pengawas in f2 LOL.

(Oh btw my clearest memory of being a f5 prefect? Lying down on one of the huge black sofas at BCCK, covering my face with one hand and scolding D. Poodle under my breath, not caring how I looked. Why? She forced us to go for the waitressing training and I had fever!)

DEBATE!

Debate will always be my baby! Love love love it from the first debate in form 1 (against Audrick who was tired of rebutting our POIs and ended up saying 'yea yea you're right I agree'!) even though we didnt go as far as I hoped to, it was fun. Even the tiresome recruiting of speakers, training, battling with D. Poodle (and trying hard not to let her have the satisfaction of seeing me cry!), and the endless days and sleepless nights the week before competition. Seriously I never

felt so stressed out before, not even for SPM. But it was worth it. And Joshua, we were a good team, you and I. Thanks lots for elevating me when I was down =)

PASCA PMR

Best days of high school!!! Seriously. We were all nice and thin and fair due to all that studying! Even the sandwich making and newpapers innovating activities at school were cool cause at least we were together with friends!...and we were so carefree. I'd give anything to be 15 again =((

SWIMMING COMPETITION

This was a big fat JOKE from the start, thanks to our Form5CrazinessPlan, in which we were supposed to do bizarre things in our last year. We suffered badly bruised bodies and sia soi-ed ourselves...but ultimately our Freda-Cam-Joyce-Jacq team won 3rd in freestyle relay! Heh. Take that, you expert swimmers!

VALENTINE'S DAY 2011

Best V's day ever! Bought bars and bars of chocolate and spent a whole afternoon threading paper stars together for the people I love. Best of all was at night when we all went to Delizze after tuition and took tons of pictures..aaand received my first flower from a guy! Hee. Thanks Bii =D

THE LAUGHING EQUATION

TLE was formed on 18/01/09, in form 3. The members are called Lenians, consisting of Haha (Freda; cause she laughs so much and so loud!), Hehe (Camellia; cause she's the

most ladylike of us all, plus she's got an unusual sense of humour.), Huhu (Me; cause I CRY too much), and Hoho (Pik Ai; why? I also dunno....heh.)

This was just after my personal Dark Ages, when I did horrrrrrible things and was feeling super ashamed and down, so the Lenians really helped me get back on my feet. Seriously, I dont know what I would have done without them. Love die you babes's!!

THANKS FOR THE MEMORIES,

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Updating Mah Diary!

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Over my 17 years, I kept countless of diaries at certain intervals of my life. Where are they now? Destroyed.

The thing about diaries (particularly those written at a young age) is that when you read what you wrote, you cringe and be like, "Shucks. Did I really write that??" And you feel so embarrassed that you tear the page out and throw it away. I remember being a fussy and spoilt brat at the age of 5. I wrote something like this:

"Worst birthday ever! Cant I be happy? I bet my next birthdays would be like this too. Tick if these birthdays sucked:-

age 6 ( )

age7 ( )

age 8 ( )...."

Hahaha. I clearly remember writing that on the floor, near the staircase in my old house. But I cant find it anymore =( Must have thrown it away at some point.

So anyway. The only diary I have right now is one started in Primary 5. When I

read the things I wrote, it still disgusts me. Cant believe how naive and simple-minded I once was...

But still, I think everyone should keep a diary, to keep track of yourself. Reading what you wrote is like reading a familiar story, and you re-live the memorable events again. Currently trying to update what happened in my last two years....so much! Gonna need a new book soon..... =)

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I Will Follow You

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"Stalking is a form of mental assault, in which the perpetrator repeatedly, unwantedly, and disruptively breaks into the life-world of the victim, with whom they have no relationship (or no longer have). Moreover, the separated acts that make up the intrusion cannot by themselves cause the mental abuse, but do taken together (cumulative effect)."

I tugged at my sleeve, peering at my wristwatch. Any minute now. Don't miss her. I kept my eyes fixed on the entrance. As if we have some telepathic connection, she walks in. No, scratch that. Nouvelle-Cordelia never walked. She sashays. She floats. Never walks.

"Jeanne! Come over here," Her friend calls from the other side of the room.

Jeanne? JEANNE? No, you idiot. Her name is Nouvelle-Cordelia! She's too pretty, too elegant for a normal name like Jeanne! Her long fingers flick her chestnut-brown wavy hair and she plasters on an award-winning smile before strutting over to her friends and seats herself at the head of the table. The Queen of Everything, always.

The first time I laid eyes on her was at the ice rink. She was practising for nationals, twirling and swirling all around the place. She had on the cutest red dress on with matching white boot-skates. The moment I saw her, I knew her name was Nouvelle-Cordelia. Her name just seemed to shine out from her. I just had to follow her. I couldn't help it. How can you not adore something so perfect?

I trailed her back to her big fancy house that day.

As I have been for the past few days. Just following, waiting, noting, admiring. I never got to hear her speak, always remembering to keep that safe distance.

But today is different. Today I have something to give her. The moment she rose, I followed. I have to tell her how much she dazzles me, I thought, trailing her across the little lanes and alleys. How much I think and fantasize about her. She will accept me, I know she will.

Wait, where the hell did she go? I'm sure she was just -

*Wham!* Luke swings the bat over his shoulder. "Whew! I guess you were right," Jeanne and her parade of friends stood peering uncertainly at the hooded figure on the pavement. "Err…well let's see who your admirer is, Jeanne," Luke got on his knees and unveiled the figure.

"Oh. My. Days," Luke whipped his head around.

"Jeanne, it's a girl."

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Obsession With HAIR

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All my siblings are a bit nuts. (I sound like I have three hundred, well I only have two xD)

When I was around three and she six, my sister Valerie used to LICK and SUCK my hair because, according to her, my hair was salty. Seriously. She sucked on it all day long like it was some kind of candy. And you think the stares and looks from the passerby's were bad? Try going through the whole day with SALIVA-SMELLING HAIR. On your head. With no where to run.

And then my brother Zachary seems to be teething at 12 years old. He has an obsession with biting people. When his biting mood comes on and I dodge his horrible jaws, he settles instead with biting my hair! UGH. He recently discovered that he likes the smell of my hair. And so my hair currently has to be on the lookout for his jaws AND nostrils!

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This Lent

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This Lent was excruciatingly Lent for me. Before this, my Lents never felt like anything different from normal days. Hmm. Maybe God only start sending you difficult Lents when you turn 17...

It all started when we lost the debate. Debate was like my baby, my special care and love. I had been praying weeks and weeks before it- not to win, but at least to do our best. But debate seemed cursed from the beginning. It was so complicated that I told Joshua, "Perhaps we're destined not to join this year." I think I was right. We did not perform our best that day. Far from it. I had no idea why my prayers weren't answered. Eventually I stopped asking why.

And then there was the issue with Poodle. I hate people spreading lies about our team. It seemed like every teacher was influenced by her and I was so mad that I was going to declare war. Gah.

After that there were the family complications. Which I would not elaborate.

But anyway, my Lent boiled down to the Easter resolution to be nice to everybody, especially those whom I cannot stand.

Hard. But I'm trying.

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