Rendezvous
05 March 06 : 05.38 AM
Tonight, I met Sam and Felicia. God how much I miss Sam and Felicia, and the rest of the ace gang. We're such camera-whores together. We sat on the bridge by Clarke Quay, drinking kahlua milk, talking about all the silly things we used to do in secondary school. This is not just about us, bugtowners (Yvonne, Sam, Christy, Sandy, Felicia), this is about all of us, including Josh, Freddie, Nicole, Jules, Kim, Shermen and more...
We were terrible students but teachers still liked us. How Felicia can get away with threatening a girl with a pen-knife and getting that girl detention. When the discipline mistress asked Felicia to dye her hair black (it's an awesome mix of orange-purple-pink-blue), she told her that it'll only happen after she graduates. We skip lessons, hiding in the toilet, taking pictures and smoking. Once, Felicia and Josh cross-dressed in school, only to be sent to the principal's office. We were quite a bunch of antagonizing kids; shouting across the block "fat thighs" to a certain girl we didn't like, throwing used tissues into the bag of a person we didn't like. Pouring that concoction of urination and expired stuff from Christy's fridge onto Sera.
Nicole and I used to run out of class during biology lesson and enter empty classrooms to look through bags for diaries and stuff. We once found a condom in the bag of a pious Christian girl and we used a needle to poke a hole in the centre (oops). Once, we found the english essay of a girl we didn't like, and we tore it up and threw it away. We were always laughing, outside of the classroom, so much so that Jon calls us the "sweeping cunts", don't ask why.
Juleen, writing with permanent ink on the tables in class, "MOE's property" because our chinese teacher repeated that one too many times. Juleen and I talking across the classroom during math tests (on purpose), sleeping through math tests and handing up blank answer sheets only because we were lazy and we didn't like the math teacher (she didn't like us much either).
Cutting queue in the canteen (because we can!), prank-calling (I don't remember who), hurling abuses at people we didn't like (cheap whore! catepillar upperlip!), interrupting an ongoing class when we walked pass (usually Ms Chang's or Mr Seow's), especially Sera's class where we'd shout, "Cheap whore!" regardless of who the teacher was.
We were terrible students that way, but we had fun. I miss not having to worry about the academic side of school. Now, here in this college, this is all there is.