watched bak play his final tennis match today. thought it was coupled with so much emotion and determination throughout the entire season for him. especially in the past few days leading up to the final. either way, was a job well done even though the score could've gone either way! he tried his best, playing against the better player for the day. but the cheering from the crowd was indeed, moving.

council investiture was just the day before and yes yes all of us year sixes have comments, both good and bad, about the 5th council. actually, i've heard mostly bad comments but whatever doesnt exactly concern our cohort so im fine with that. but when our council stepped down, it was that same old nostalgia all over again, not so much for me, but for them.

but it served as yet another signal, that our time in the school's gradually coming to an end. another landmark which states our journey into the real, gruesome world will begin soon. its like those roadsigns on the highway eeks. first was squash step down, now its our own council stepping down. very soon it'll be guitar comm's step down. and before long, we'll be kicked out of the school because we're too old to be in it! dread that day.

yeah i know being normal students, we all wish for exams to fly by so we can play. on the contrary, i want it to stay far far away. when we sit for the november papers, it'll mean point seventeen '09/'10 will be history. it'll mean not having to wake up at the gross 6am ever again. it'll mean we all wont get to see each other 24/5 a week!! D: D:

find myself looking back more and more these past couple of weeks. of what was and what had and what we were etc. its terrible living in the past because everything in the present starts to appear too stressful or less perfect than what it is. but some things, you cant help but want it back. there are these moments in time you simply want to freeze, to savour, to embrace for long. yet its all just a memory. how ironic though, memories are the only ones that has the ability to preserve, without defect, without depreciation, these moments.

ah okay dead tired.

watched bak play his final tennis match today. thought it was coupled with so much emotion and determination throughout the entire season for him. especially in the past few days leading up to the final. either way, was a job well done even though the score could've gone either way! he tried his best, playing against the better player for the day. but the cheering from the crowd was indeed, moving.

council investiture was just the day before and yes yes all of us year sixes have comments, both good and bad, about the 5th council. actually, i've heard mostly bad comments but whatever doesnt exactly concern our cohort so im fine with that. but when our council stepped down, it was that same old nostalgia all over again, not so much for me, but for them.

but it served as yet another signal, that our time in the school's gradually coming to an end. another landmark which states our journey into the real, gruesome world will begin soon. its like those roadsigns on the highway eeks. first was squash step down, now its our own council stepping down. very soon it'll be guitar comm's step down. and before long, we'll be kicked out of the school because we're too old to be in it! dread that day.

yeah i know being normal students, we all wish for exams to fly by so we can play. on the contrary, i want it to stay far far away. when we sit for the november papers, it'll mean point seventeen '09/'10 will be history. it'll mean not having to wake up at the gross 6am ever again. it'll mean we all wont get to see each other 24/5 a week!! D: D:

find myself looking back more and more these past couple of weeks. of what was and what had and what we were etc. its terrible living in the past because everything in the present starts to appear too stressful or less perfect than what it is. but some things, you cant help but want it back. there are these moments in time you simply want to freeze, to savour, to embrace for long. yet its all just a memory. how ironic though, memories are the only ones that has the ability to preserve, without defect, without depreciation, these moments.

ah okay dead tired.