my feet are extremely blistered right now, because i spent the enire afternoon barefootedly running around the unpolished hall in st margaret's chasing after a large, pink ball. kin-ball is actually quite fun, as long as you're not the winning team, cos the other two teams will gang up against you. also, when and where else do you see teachers deperately diving to save out-of-court balls while trying to keep one toe within the court?
i scrimp on every minute to maximise my much-needed studying time, but i happily squandered away 5 hours playing kin-ball with teachers i don't even know and talking to my teachers about completely retarded things, like the probability of my returning to st margs as a relief teacher, porches, maroon 5, maternity jeans, crazy-assed jc teachers and god knows what else.
when i stepped into the school, it looked like things had changed. the principal was a stranger, the vice-principal was a stranger, half the teachers were strangers, ALL the students were strangers. but in the staffroom, with the teachers tsk-ing over my hair, with me raiding tables for food, with teachers laughing over what a terror i used to be, time may as well have stood still since i was sec 4. asking random people like the drink stall and western stall aunties and major yum and everyone else if they remembered me and getting the same "OF COURSE REMEMBER LAH!!! WHO CAN FORGET?!?!" response, and the new teachers being able to call out my name without even asking for it, it was all too familiar. not that i am one for the world being able to recognise me from a mile away, but that was how it was, and today, it all felt so right.
i've found a new drive for studying, just because i want to be able to report good results next year.



i don't like going back cos i hate it when it's time to say goodbye.
because it's no longer my home.

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10:29 PM