I slept. I woke up. I wonder.
Was that a dream? Because if it wasn’t, I’d find myself there on Monday. But no, I won’t be there. But if it was, I wish to stay there longer.
Everything good will come to an end. How true.
Please understand that whatever I say, I say without biasness. Victorians, good job everybody for making every single soul who stepped into the campus feel home. All the “Welcome to VJC!”, when said by many with enthusiasm and sincerity, creates a truly welcoming environment. Tell me, how can somebody not feel warm in there? Of course, the sun plays an important role as well…
Thank you, Victorians, for giving me such a beautiful memory to be carried to the end of days in my life. The vibrancy, enthusiasm and laughter are one of a kind and never will they be forgotten.
I felt like home when I was there. So many of them were there and the feeling there was so familiar. Special thanks to Jamie, who accompanied me from the moment I first reached till the end of VJ open house. Jamie girl, I miss you sitting in front of me man. Mass dances were so familiar. I did almost all of them, and in the warmth of the sun! Other secondary school kids (yeah, now I can call them kids) were watching the massive display of VJ’s very own mass dances, which radiated the characters of people called ‘Victorians’. I saw Natta (I hope that is his name) there and so I went over. He was quite surprised how I knew him, so I told him I was from TJ and was the ambassador on open house. Then he said something which I agree with all my hair on my body.
“VJ mass dance is really… DIFFERENT.”
Somehow more or less I can comprehend what he meant by ‘different’.
Open house ended with a display of all six mass dances, VJ cheers, and finally, the college anthem. Grand ending. Jamie again, walked me out of the school; the school I called mine for a short span of two months. And I was on my way to meet WyWy in Orchard.
After spending near to 2 hours in Daniel Yam, Wisma, Wywy’s friend, Rachel finally got her prom dress. After that, we separated. Rachel and JiaJun (I hope this is the correct spelling as well) headed back to Johore whereas Wy and me continued our talks and shopping of course. We had a very filling dinner in Ding Tai Fung, which included 5 小笼包，生菜，排骨炒饭，虾饺汤. And it was really filling. After which we got her $69 bag (wow that was a bomb) from Project Bros and then my heels from Charles and Keith. Yay I finally got myself a pair of shopping heels!
On the MRT I suddenly missed the days in NY. Those worry-free days full of complaints. Come to think of it, those were the happy days. In NY, where all nonsense appeared. All good things will come to an end. How true this is!
Nanyang was where I joked about all nonsense in the world, and had all the bimbotic talks.
I learnt a lot about making myself look better, and to be independent.
Victoria Junior College was where I found myself, my true self, and lived a dream of dreams.
I learnt to unleash my thoughts and let my true character surface.
Temasek Junior College was where I had to succumb to fate, and to present myself as what others would want me to, even though that is not my true self.
I learnt to speak only when it is right, and suppress that wild animal in me.
