Memorified Moments

Saturday, November 04, 2006

Starlit Night is over. It's hard to believe, isn't it? Six weeks of rush, rush, rush, staying back late in school and even later at night for all sorts of things, then suddenly, poof. The pretty, gorgeous starlit banner stayed up in the foyer for twelve hours in its moment of glory, then we cut the threads and let it fall onto the ground.

Yesterday was farewell. Even with Graduation Day song playing, it was not so...final, as though we were leaving the school. There was, after all, Starlit Night to do. No matter what, I knew that in the afternoon there would at least be me and mel in the classroom doing last minute spray paintings and paintings and star cutting, and that the next day, lickie and cat and bel and bren and fei and gen and chang and all would be in school with me, running around like headless chickens getting the decor up.

But today was the end. The end of starlit night, the end of the whole rgs school life. The end of 408. Everyone says that even though you change school and change class, friends can still remain together, but there are differences. Classes are no longer classes without bugging mel, without irritating bel, bickering with bren and gaying with gen, without watching cat and lickie act out their neverending love drama in the same five stages, drawing with fei and mel, flirting with Vanessa and xixi, perving with chang and cat, seeing chink wriggle her fingers at the mirror, seeing lickie wriggle her eyebrows at the mirror, flirting unsuccessfully with mel, teasing bel, rolling eyes at tofu and shann, and all those lame but essentially 408 things. No matter how much we sms or msn or call, there's nothing that can make up for the five days a week interaction that 408 gave us. At the end of the day we don't miss the school, but the people with whom the school have brought us together with and the experiences we have in there.

It's over midnight now. That would be the forth day in a row I've slept after midnight. I really should be going to sleep, especially since there's technically nothing I need to do now, but I have to type this out, even if it's only for me to remember in future. I go to sleep now, bawl a little into my bed and write this tomorrow (or today), but it won't be the same.

I never really missed my old class, mostly because i never liked it much and couldn't wait to leave it. But 08 is different. There are memories that can never be replicated anywhere else, and people that I've met that I love and adore and never want to forget, and I know that whatever happens in RJC, nothing can replace 408 for me.

So thank you all for giving me such wonderful memories, whether you're from 408 or starlit night or SLC or just random people I got to know in RGS. Consider this a little testimonial, whether you see this or not, since I never got around to writing them properly.

(Note: This portion below was finished on monday, cause alas, sleep beckons after doing a few people.)

To Mel, my sms-partner. If you look through my inbox, on a good day you can actually find the whole page full of 'mel'. In fact I suspect this is often the case, since halfway through the sms convo I have to delete the inbox to clear space, and I'll clearly remember doing the same thing a few hours ago. Of course, now that's harder, one cause the phone bill arrived, and also cause the new ringtone happens to fly over my head quite often and I don't notice until I check my phone then I realize that I've got a message. Thanks for putting up with my random nonsense, even if I'm very insensitive and I do a lot of stupid stuff without thinking. Haha I'll miss our chinese convos - and we still owe each other an ice cream - and random discussions about random things like terry pratchett. I'll miss the mask making and playing with sparkly mel, the yearbook and all those photoshopping, doing ambigrams together and introducing each other to different fonts and ways of writing, though you always manage to draw better than me. XD I'll miss going to lunch with you and gen or chris and gaying together after options, I already miss all the LSL trips, even though it was better when there was still school. I'll miss snickering when Liw ei goes 'you3 xie1 ren2 hai2 zai4 ban1 shang4 hua4 hua4', and running about during PE watching you can gen toss balls to each other and rolling my eyes brenda-style at you two. And I'll miss bugging you and flirting with you, even though you always shudder when I try, which is even more incentive for me to try. So even though I throw the phrase around very often, and you always grimace and shudder when I say it, most likely because I throw my arm around and ~~strangle~~ hug you when I do, so sparkly mel and multi-coloured melmeljiejie, WO AI NI, AI ZHE NI, JIU XIANG LAO SHU AI DA MI.

To Gen, my gaying counterpart, let's continue our matchmaking club and we can be the gay chairpeople in charge, FWEAK. Here's to you being my personal teddy bear and lab partner after Mary left and sitting partner when getting back results (which is not a very good idea for my ego) and bullying christabel together and messing up your hair (which is not very possible since it just bounces back into place) and your cross-eyed retard face and ALL HAIL KING TUCKER, GEN TUCKER SHALL DIE. So kingie, what time is it tonight? Gen shall always be the pro bio-name-sprouting person and speaker during the classes, our darling chairperson who announces her presence by poking people *pokes gen effectively* Gen is the super random one who goes FWEAK and MOWON and TWAUMATIZE courtesy of brenda's invention of these words, who alternates between intellectual seriousness and gay lack thereof. (Yes Gen, you're smart when you're not being not-smart. XD) So thank you for always being your cuddly and pokable self, for always taking my mind off results when we're waiting for them, and for all the fun we had during lab sessions and options. I can't imagine lit options without our constant gaying, our recital of Lady Lazarus, nor the watching of lit films without squeaking about the porn bits with you, nor mornings or recesses without swatting at you and saying 'I don't LIKE you', and a few minutes later, leaning against you and going 'I love you gengen'. There. So I admitted it. Grins. I'm indecisive. What to do. It's one consolation that next year we'll still be in the same faculty so we can still gay together at times, and we can matchmake bel and mel. (Shhh don't tell them. It's a secret and i don't want to die.) And cause I have done it again, I shall kiss gen one year in every ten. Giggles.

To Belbel, my stepdaughter cum gorilla cum darling belle prom class miss alma mater cum jukebox cum class vice chair. Haha darling belbel. I've lost count of how many times I've poked you/strangled you/teased you. (I have a feeling that you'll say you haven't.) It's been four years. Of course, in the first two years, we didn't know each other that well, and if I had a choice, I would have started bugging you all the way starting from sec 1. And I shall annoint you again when I next see you, preferably with a marker, like you TEND TO DRAW ON ME. Of course, you can always say I've annointed you a lot, using a lot of different pens, but ahwells. The intention is different. Previously they were for, um, artistic expression. Now is to annoint you cause you're a darling and I love my daughter, even if she's a gorilla and married and divorced a monkey. Aa. Shall not interfere in my daughter's affairs of the heart. I'll never forget how you drew my wedding gown last year (of course, it'll only happen if I get married in a tribe in tibet), and I'm glad that you think my joints are so flexible. I'll never forget all the maths classes where we giggled at blah blah with brenda and sat in a group of three doing worksheets and HOW YOU ALWAYS SCOLDED ME FOR NO WORKINGS. Of course, and then again, I'll never forget how you walked into a male toilet, how you said get out and pointed at the door at mrsche w, how you never noticed that blah was behind you and got us all laughing at you, how retarded you can be. Of course, I won't tell anyone about your skating experience, and how you held on to the railing for dear life. Erm oops. Sorry about that. Slip of the tongue, you understand. Smiles sweetly. But let this be said: belbel is for my bullying and 408's bullying only. Any other person *coughmalecough* who dares to bully belbel will face my wrath as a very angry father. Erm, of course, I can't really be a father, since I'm lacking a very important appendage for that, but you get my point. And belbel, if you need to draw on a moustache for acting as Macbeth again, you can always come to me. Winks. I'll miss you belbel, so make sure you sign up for the lit trip next year. Lots of love, from YOUR FATHER AND YOU BETTER KNOW IT.

To chink, my ex-lab partner and promiscuous wife and fellow threesomer, are you free tonight? Haha, remember all the flirtings and the finger wriggling and the mushroom head. Beginning of last year you were the only one who would cover half your face with your jacket and flirt with others from above it, but it seems that you've turned the class gay with you. (But then again, we were always a very gay class.) No one can replicate your matter-of-fact-ness, your flirtiness, and together we're probably the most fitting couple - a promiscuous wife and a womanizer husband. I'll never forget your orange jacket (ju2 zi4!) with the netting hood and the ice cream stick that we wrote on. NIANG, NI WEI SHEN ME YAO BA WO SHEN XIA and DIE, NI WEI SHEN ME YAO RANG NIANG HUAI YUN. *flutters eyelashes at chinkie and kisses her* Now your hair is no longer a mushroom *ngew ngew ngew*, but you're still my lovely wife and ngew mushroom. *inserts Mel's drawing of a mushroom here, the one where the mushroom's doing her jacket/veil thing covering half the face.* So no matter who you bed in future, we're still husband and wife right. Flutters eyelashes again.

To Lickie, the lovely monkey WHO FLIRTS WITH MY WIFE and steals MY cat. LOLX. I've written you a long long letter already, so read that. Happy sixteenth birthday. THey say birthdays are a time for celebrating one's birth, so yesterday, we celebrated the day that you were born, because it's a day worth celebrating. So when you become the president of someplace, when you wriggle your eyebrows at someone, remember the class that you used to wriggle eyebrows and fingers at, cause we'll remember you. XD

To Cat, the amorous feline and class singer. Hey pretty. Remember when we first sat together. You erm...poured your chicken curry into my head and infected me with your songs. I'm super glad that we're taking the same combi next year, but yet again, I'll miss being able to sow discord between you and lickie. I'll miss the same old drama of 'I don't like you' 'but I like YOU' 'Go away, you're dismissed', and of course, the age old How High Is the Sky. I'll miss sitting in the corridor with you and mel and suet and wan joo and listening to the acapella by the three choir girls. I'll miss running about for Starlit Night with you guys, listening to the class being split into english songs and chinese songs while you cut masks and the two groups singing at the same time, choosing the most random of songs. And flirting with lickie won't be fun without you there to sputter and cough and choke at me. And vice versa. Kisses Cat. So love, I had a fun time last ~~afternoon~~ night, where we lingered at your door, because I didn't want to part.

To Brenda, the gay eye-roller and gay writer (no pun intended). I'll miss reading your seriously good fics, and annoying you, and predicting and guessing when you're going to roll your eyes. I'll miss doing maths with you, and calling answers around the class. I'll miss gaying with you when receiving the results, for no matter what you say, you're still gayer than gen. Anyway, YOU were the one who invented the Traumatizing Twaumatize. Do it to some junior and I bet if you mention the Twaumatize years later they'll scream. (Twaumatize sounds like some bloody machine an evil overlord will carry. Presenting Lord Brenda, and her evil superweapon, the Twaumatize!) So Bwenda, I love you like Draco loves Harry, except without the bedding, yes?

To Fei, our other artist of the class. You draw manga like no one does. All of them, even the cheery ones, turn out dark and emo and clamp-ish. It must be the fei-ness. It's all the slim and thin flowers and stems and patterns, that reminds me of Kurapika's chains. And of course, I'll never forget our common love for Hisoka, and puzzlement at why no one else loves such a hot, powerful, shuai magician with the sense of humor of a panther. I'll super miss squealing over shuai manga guys with you, and sitting beside you and watching you draw your manga people and viewing all your finished work. I'll miss working on the Racial Harmony Dress with you people, listening to the random songs playing on the computer, and rushing about on the morning itself getting hot and sweaty and stinking like a pig. I'll miss the LSL camp, dealing with the annoying children, and, at the end of the day, chilling in the Volunteer's Room and complaining about the kids. And I'll miss your high-ness, which is really an excuse for being random and insane and getting away with it. So when you become some world famous manga drawer, kindly remember me cause me <3 you.

And to the rest: I'm not writing anymore now, lest I start sniffling over the keyboard. Later then.

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