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Tuesday, October 11, 2005 3 more days to the end of my stay in victoria school. All the ups and downs. All the laughs and jokes that we played on others. All the jacking, twisting of nipples, stripping and "vs slangs". All the phrases that we came out with. The Cross Country finals and National Track and Field competitions held at national stadium. The amazing cheers in the rain and sun. The Spelling Cheer. The VS Boleh cheer. The drums, whistles,pails and water bottles. The taunting of other schools, even JCs. Teasing of the npcc boys at the cross country finals( i still can remember that boy's name "moses" ). The girls running past us and pravin will be shouting "I see you baby, i see you". Along with these are many more memories that are etched in my heart for years to come. I never knew i could feel so attached to an organisation. BUT its not an organisation, its not a school, its my home where i have grown up into what i am today and where i made friends that have lasted me through the battles of trouble. It pains me to walk out of vs knowing that i didnt leave behind a impact on other people's lives. We owe this school more than what we have given. This home was made special and unique not only because of my friends but also my teachers who have somehow inserted an imprint into my life. They are not only friends too but also my models. They eased me into VS and made me understand what it meant to be a victorian. "Hard work, determination,zeal and the drive to be the best", "you reap what you sow", " its best to know that you dont know, then not know that you dont know". I remember the mistakes that i made but i managed to learn from them. I remember the heartaches but i got along with life. I remember the troubles that i faced and i managed to overcome them. Soccer has played a huge part of life in victoria school. The lessons i've learnt, the character it instilled in me and how can i forget Mr leo. He was who drove me to achieve as much as i can and he gave me much joy in my 2 years that i've spent being trained under him. His history lessons were enjoyable, laughable and valuable. I can never forget his jokes and his lighted-hearted character that made our exhausting trainings all the more worthwhile. The friends that i've made in soccer. My goodness. We might have drifted a bit, but the times spent together have also been valuable. Coming from a cheena primary school (TNS), i never knew a malay, and less, be a good friend to one. But in soccer i've made muslims friends that changed my opinion. Najid my captain, redzuan, hazreen, famy, khyrul, fauzy, hakeem, briam and even hameedu. Training with them really has been my pleasure. hah, mr wong too. He some joker and his my chem teacher! Anyway, there are many stories that i can tell, but i'll probably just ramble on and on. so i know i must stop. HAHA, sec2 and sec3. My goodness. Its really hilarious when i think back and remember those times that i've spent. Whether it was for the better or for the worst, it did make me what i am today. A better person i know. Even though sarah was a bit of a problem(LOL), it was a lesson learnt the hard way. As i walk out the school on friday, i'll definitely look back and say "We do not return to you, mother, Because we never really left." (PS. come on boys) |
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