i was going through the photos in my laptop, and the photos during my jc years kinda triggered me. i have been going on my tuesdays' lunch with val sweets, and last tuesday we spent the entire 4 hours reminiscing the times we spent in catholic junior college. (:

we spent 3/4 of our 2 years in cjc running away from brother paul, michael tan and yati. these people always catch us(apparently, we were the wanted people in their list) with our improper attire and we never failed to get scoldings from them and sending us to detention. it even went to the extent of yati wanted to call our parents and even suspend us from school. our draw strings from our shirts were confiscated everytime they caught us, and we were made to pull up our socks and tuck in our shirts, unfold our skirts to one palm below knee level. (:

and my dear clique were always the first to rush to canteen whenever the recess bell rang. we don't really care if lesson has ended, we will just leave for recess. (: and we simply loved recess because we could bitch about people we disliked and gossip about others.

going lectures was a dread though. my clique would take the longest to head to the lecture hall and we set up our own seating plan amongst us during lectures. valerie sat beside me and she always dozed off, with me always vandalising her notes with my grammatically wrong sentence 'you sucks, i rawk'. (:

evan is our clique's dear jie mei! and he had never failed to worry for us as we were the only ones not studying hard. we did made it to university afterall. (:

we skipped PE to go canteen and eat, we ran away from lectures and got caught by michael tan, and he would personally sent us to our lectures and everyone would stared hard at us, as though we were some aliens, and our home tutor was of course damn pissed with us because michael tan will scold her for not taking us in hand. we were late for assembly and sent to detention, we failed all the subjects and parents were being summoned.

SIGH, how i dread the growing up phase. how i dread the life in university and the people i know. there are no moments worth cherishing in university, let alone the motivation to study hard in this campus.

i want to go back to my jc life. i miss the sky blue uniform and my dear sweets.

give me a good reason to stay focus and stay motivated in NUS and this 2nd decade of my life.