was remisicing the memories of jc life as i was walking to school today. maybe because i saw many hwa chong people on bus 157 this morning. oh wells. going back to hwa chong this saturday afternoon for elections, from 1130 to 230 in the afternoon. i wonder how different hwa chong would be. i mean, like ruoling put it, the pandan rice auntie is no longer there, and our class bench has been changed to a cold cold student lounge. how sad can that get? i wonder if the rice uncle still remembers us. i wonder. *ponder*

the memories of playing bridge non stop at the class bench. our rum and rasin night with ruoling sijia tim after out fmaths second block test in jc1. that one was hell of a classic memory as i have mentioned. the rushing off to play bridge immediately after we finish our recess, and the calculation of how much time we have left to play. the non stop eating and food buying for the singaporeans during fmaths lectures, and the incessant chitter chatter or snoring/sleeping during yaolefen's and tkh's lectures in j1 and j2. how about dramafeste, when me and sijia had hell of a time fooling about backstage and making the props with the juniors.. and valentines day in j2, when ruoling and venus appeared in school like santa clauses with boxes of brownies for the class people, and wenhui and boss were giving out roses by the buckets. grin. what else? oh, the festival of sports when we played it out and gave our best shot by participating enthusiastically, not bothering about whether we could play it well.. and plenty others that i cannot remember at hand right now..

oh wells. i do wish i can go back to jc and relive the memories, and be the student i used to be. vaguely remembering what weiliang used to tell me when i was in j2, enjoy jc life and treasure the memories. i did, and i still do now. oh sigh.