Tuesday, December 20, 2005
It's amazing how some pictures can evoke vivid memories of a past which seemed to be worlds away before. I was just surfing the SAJC website when i absentmindedly clicked on the Gallery link to pictures of the school. And it suddenly struck me that I probably wouldnt see any of it anymore: the blisteringly hot track, the overcrowded cafe, the freezing classrooms, the quaint jacob ballas centre.. everything is just going to disappear when SAJC moves in 6 days.
It's weird, but I'd never thought that I could fall in love with a building before, but each picture brought with it so many memories:
Like shuffling to attention in our CG lines during assembly when no one wants to stand in front.
Like covering the entire Student Centre floor while painting banners for Orientation.
Like playing carrom in the overcrowded Council Room and losing a carrom seed in the sea of schoolbags scattered all over the floor.
Like panting desperately on the sizzling track trying to meet that 2.4 Gold time.
Like playing floorball on the hockey court that is used for everything except hockey.
Like gazing at the huge letters "SAINTS" emblazoned on the gallery while cheering on our soccer team and standing on cafe tables brought onto the track.
Like squeezing those (what do you call em again?) buerettes during chemistry and watching everyone's solutions change colour while yours remains blue.
Like splashing your neighbour with water from the tap during physics lab.
Like clustering in study groups on those shaky, graffiti-filled tables on the balcony.
Like performing Power Rangers on stage in the Hall while hundreds of JC1s in different school uniforms look on in bewilderment. (Yes 25th, they used our Saintezeia photos!! Go see!)
Like rip-roaring "Gimmie an S!" to hundreds of psyched up JC1s
Like catching the mood of the entire school's spontaneous cheers from the Gallery.
Like mugging in the freezing cold library with the grumpy librarian.
Like mugging in the Reading Room where everyone's munching on Poky or Oreos and plugged into their mp3 players.
Like saying hi to someone every time you turn a corner in Blocks B and C while everyone's changing classes.
Like doodling behind your schoolbag (propped on the table) wishing that "Ding Dong Ding Dang, Dong Dang Ding Dong" bell would come sooner.
Like coming late for maths lecture at the audi and falling asleep at the back.
Like actually paying attention to econs in LT3 (which is supposed to be haunted)
Like wondering whether LT4 is really haunted.
Like coming across SASA (true saints will know what that stands for) in the gents' behind the cafe.
Like leading the 3 Basic Cheers on the track/cafe after a record breaking Open House.
Indeed, the smallest JC in Singapore does have the biggest heart.
As SAJC moves over to Potong Pasir, I wish to say "Thank you" to 2 Malan Road, for giving me the memories.
Up and On!
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