morgueville,heartland living.

Today was a genuine good day.

I paid a long overdue visit to Maris Stella for a catch up with my art teacher. In the meantime seeing how things have changed. Everything is still the same. Everyone is still steering clear of the ever legendary Mr Koh's path. (He was, and still is, the discipline master. A very prominent role in any boys' school.) At least he still remembers me. So I wasn't that insignificant after doing all that rubbish for the school. Well, I did enjoy myself back then. Those days were fun. I took some lomo shots when I was still studying there. Should post them up.

Remember tricking the juniors with five dollar notes on the ground floor and then throwing water bags down at them from the classroom? Or the paper aeroplanes convention. And how the pathetic canteen (Still the same people.) who had to serve steamed fries because Brother Antony said so. And we had to buy real fried fries secretly. (That arse is in China. Again. I think he has a secret family there.) My most embarassed moment was perhaps forgetting the school creed (I had to say the commands and all.) and had to end morning assembly half way. Well, five minutes of fame that week. There were days when I had this urge to scream profanities during the morning prayers. Just for fun. Thank God I didn't.(Even till today, I still cannot believe Jeremy Heng used to say the prayers. In Chinese.)

I was involved in so many things back then. Planning Talentime was my proudest achievement. The school camps. The horribly long meetings discussing school and council policies. Which always ended up as gossip sessions. And going home at 6pm everyday was normal. After I stepped down from all those positions going home at 2pm was something I could not get used to. The long hours spent in the art room burning ceramics. And Mrs Leicester. That horrible, horrible bitch everybody hates was quite nice to me. Miss Fernandez was the lesser of two evils.

(For people who knows what I am actually talking about: Miss Lam is still the same. She said that fish TWY - just in case he actually reads blogs, actually visited her the other time in school. My god. And apparently TPN sells durians now. Hurhur. Miss Jazz is still the same.)

Tea with my art teacher was good. She is the only teacher I can call a friend. I admire her strength despite all the things that happened. Meeting up with other friends today was good too. Today, was a day of catching ups. It is nice that no matter how hectic life is or how things has changed, catching up with our past can slow things down abit. I wish today never end. But it has to, somehow.