BMR and the NASDC
BMR IS OVER.
FUCK YEAH.
FINALLY, THIS TORTUROUS MODULE IS OVER AND DONE WITH.
I PRAY THAT I WON'T HAVE TO DO THE SUPPLEMENTARY PAPER OKAY.
DOING IT ONCE WAS ENOUGH THANKYOUVERYMUCH.
Okay. I'm done spazzing over BMR. I got like three hours of sleep last night, sleeping at 1 and getting up at 4 to study BMR, so... Yeah, I'm just about ready to die. The coffee I got with Tish this afternoon after the paper seems like a lifetime ago, and I'm feeling extremely lightheaded. You can bet that I'm going to crash after this post is done.
Well... Now that the exam is over, I'm free. There's no overflowing joy, no excitement or crazy screaming, because all I feel is relieved. Relieved that this crazy semester is over. Relieved that the exam - this one subject that we've heard so many horror stories about - is over. Relieved that we finally get the chance to rest.
I went for lunch and coffee + a much-needed chatting session with Tish today, after the paper. God, there was so much we needed to talk about! We chatted, and it felt like we lost track of time just sitting there with coffee and talking about whatever came to mind.
I had to leave, though - I was heading back to Ngee Ann Secondary to watch our drama club juniors perform! Kami, it's been two years since I went back to NAS... Much too long. I didn't recognise most of the students (the juniors I know are the only ones left in NAS that I know), and well, not much had changed. A few decorative changes, but all in all still the same school I graduated from.
I was sitting at one of the benches in the canteen, waiting for the rest of the drama seniors to head over so we could go into the auditorium together. While waiting for them, I kept looking around, keeping my ears pricked for the familiar footsteps of my teachers.
Or my friends.
Or Rikugame-kun.
And then I remember that not all of my teachers are here anymore. Some have left, some may not even remember me anymore. My friends, my seniors, Rikugame-kun... They've all graduated. They've all gone.
It's sad.
I keep twisting around in my seat, half-expecting to see a familiar face.
Nothing.
Just a lot of curious expressions from the current students as they see some weird girl dressed in all black, sitting at one of the canteen benches as though she belongs there.
And in a sad, strange way... She does.
I see one of my juniors walk past me, her expression morphing from polite curiosity to excitement as she recognises me, her senior from a lifetime ago. She hurries over, we hug and we talk, before she has to go - she has stuff she needs to do before the show starts.
Somewhere in school the bell rings and just like that, a million memories come flooding back, so intense it's as though I'm experiencing all this for the first time all over again, so intense that I just sit at the bench with my head bowed, fighting back tears. All my memories of being a student of the school, bitter and sweet, proud and embarrassing, everything came flooding back.
It's slightly sad that about 40% of my memories from NAS include Rikugame-kun.
Another 50% goes to my friends.
The remaining 10% goes to homework and tests. And O levels, sigh.
Back to reality. It wasn't too long before the others came, and well, seeing them just brought back memories. The silly nicknames that some of us had, the pumping that we had to do in Sec2 (yes, actual pushups), the drama exercises that we'd do before practice, all the rules we had as a drama club, the drama notebooks that we kept (I still keep mine in pristine condition).... Dear Kami.
I actually remember most of the nicknames we had.
Char Kway (Jing Wei)
Safari (I don't actually know how to spell his actual name, I think it's Rayen or something like that)
Beef (Joshua)
Prawn (Shawn)
Bee Hoon (Fatin)
Caterpillar (Denise)
Stingray (I can't remember his actual name....)
And the list goes on. Yes, most of the nicknames are food, since Ms Ross (our trainer) was the one who assigned the nicknames. I'd always hoped that I'd have a drama nickname, but hey, it wasn't meant to be. Well, the nicknames stuck, especially for CK. I know his real name, but whenever I see him I just instinctively yell out "CHAR KWAY!". And well, you know how loud my voice can get.
*shrugs*
I bet he hates me now, hehe.
Long story short, the show was pretty good! I'm definitely proud of the current drama club, especially our juniors (there are only four of them left now. Sad, no?) since they were the only ones left in the club that we recognised. There was quite a bit of reminiscing, and screaming on the girls' part (including me) because what basically happened was this:
1. Senior sees junior.
2. Junior sees senior.
3. Take 2 seconds to process.
4. Scream. "OOOOOOHHHHHH MYYYYYY GOOOOOOOOODDDDDDDDD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
5. Run and hug each other, screaming all the while.
Yep. Hey, what can I say? We're the freaking drama club.
You have no idea how proud I was when I was talking to some of the other students (some friends of our juniors, some the current juniors of the NASDC) and they took one look at me and went, "Yep, I can see why she's in the drama club.", or when I was talking to my juniors and they commented, "I can see your spark for drama is still there!" Yep, so proud.
I don't know if I can ever head back to NAS, but here's hoping I can.
:)
FUCK YEAH.
FINALLY, THIS TORTUROUS MODULE IS OVER AND DONE WITH.
I PRAY THAT I WON'T HAVE TO DO THE SUPPLEMENTARY PAPER OKAY.
DOING IT ONCE WAS ENOUGH THANKYOUVERYMUCH.
Okay. I'm done spazzing over BMR. I got like three hours of sleep last night, sleeping at 1 and getting up at 4 to study BMR, so... Yeah, I'm just about ready to die. The coffee I got with Tish this afternoon after the paper seems like a lifetime ago, and I'm feeling extremely lightheaded. You can bet that I'm going to crash after this post is done.
Well... Now that the exam is over, I'm free. There's no overflowing joy, no excitement or crazy screaming, because all I feel is relieved. Relieved that this crazy semester is over. Relieved that the exam - this one subject that we've heard so many horror stories about - is over. Relieved that we finally get the chance to rest.
I went for lunch and coffee + a much-needed chatting session with Tish today, after the paper. God, there was so much we needed to talk about! We chatted, and it felt like we lost track of time just sitting there with coffee and talking about whatever came to mind.
I had to leave, though - I was heading back to Ngee Ann Secondary to watch our drama club juniors perform! Kami, it's been two years since I went back to NAS... Much too long. I didn't recognise most of the students (the juniors I know are the only ones left in NAS that I know), and well, not much had changed. A few decorative changes, but all in all still the same school I graduated from.
I was sitting at one of the benches in the canteen, waiting for the rest of the drama seniors to head over so we could go into the auditorium together. While waiting for them, I kept looking around, keeping my ears pricked for the familiar footsteps of my teachers.
Or my friends.
Or Rikugame-kun.
And then I remember that not all of my teachers are here anymore. Some have left, some may not even remember me anymore. My friends, my seniors, Rikugame-kun... They've all graduated. They've all gone.
It's sad.
I keep twisting around in my seat, half-expecting to see a familiar face.
Nothing.
Just a lot of curious expressions from the current students as they see some weird girl dressed in all black, sitting at one of the canteen benches as though she belongs there.
And in a sad, strange way... She does.
I see one of my juniors walk past me, her expression morphing from polite curiosity to excitement as she recognises me, her senior from a lifetime ago. She hurries over, we hug and we talk, before she has to go - she has stuff she needs to do before the show starts.
Somewhere in school the bell rings and just like that, a million memories come flooding back, so intense it's as though I'm experiencing all this for the first time all over again, so intense that I just sit at the bench with my head bowed, fighting back tears. All my memories of being a student of the school, bitter and sweet, proud and embarrassing, everything came flooding back.
It's slightly sad that about 40% of my memories from NAS include Rikugame-kun.
Another 50% goes to my friends.
The remaining 10% goes to homework and tests. And O levels, sigh.
Back to reality. It wasn't too long before the others came, and well, seeing them just brought back memories. The silly nicknames that some of us had, the pumping that we had to do in Sec2 (yes, actual pushups), the drama exercises that we'd do before practice, all the rules we had as a drama club, the drama notebooks that we kept (I still keep mine in pristine condition).... Dear Kami.
I actually remember most of the nicknames we had.
Char Kway (Jing Wei)
Safari (I don't actually know how to spell his actual name, I think it's Rayen or something like that)
Beef (Joshua)
Prawn (Shawn)
Bee Hoon (Fatin)
Caterpillar (Denise)
Stingray (I can't remember his actual name....)
And the list goes on. Yes, most of the nicknames are food, since Ms Ross (our trainer) was the one who assigned the nicknames. I'd always hoped that I'd have a drama nickname, but hey, it wasn't meant to be. Well, the nicknames stuck, especially for CK. I know his real name, but whenever I see him I just instinctively yell out "CHAR KWAY!". And well, you know how loud my voice can get.
*shrugs*
I bet he hates me now, hehe.
Long story short, the show was pretty good! I'm definitely proud of the current drama club, especially our juniors (there are only four of them left now. Sad, no?) since they were the only ones left in the club that we recognised. There was quite a bit of reminiscing, and screaming on the girls' part (including me) because what basically happened was this:
1. Senior sees junior.
2. Junior sees senior.
3. Take 2 seconds to process.
4. Scream. "OOOOOOHHHHHH MYYYYYY GOOOOOOOOODDDDDDDDD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
5. Run and hug each other, screaming all the while.
Yep. Hey, what can I say? We're the freaking drama club.
You have no idea how proud I was when I was talking to some of the other students (some friends of our juniors, some the current juniors of the NASDC) and they took one look at me and went, "Yep, I can see why she's in the drama club.", or when I was talking to my juniors and they commented, "I can see your spark for drama is still there!" Yep, so proud.
I don't know if I can ever head back to NAS, but here's hoping I can.
:)
It really was good to be back.
Beef grabbing some chow from the buffet table.
From left: Joanna, me, Ms Rachel Poh, Sherry, Pamelia, Michelle, Stingray, Char Kway, Ya Qi.
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