Victoria thy son I still am, and will be
I am seriously much better now. Serious. Taking rejection in my stride, i am.
Tis hols now, shall spend some time with recollections...
Though I've been a Victorian for a quarter of my life-time currently (4 out of 16 years), it feels as if all my life, victoria is where i've been. I've laugh my heart out with buddies, experience my share of dejection, flared up (not the "Hell hath no fury" that kind, just plain wrath), topped my class, got into a fair spot of trouble (10 Hrs Community Service one-shot, now thats unforgettable). Basically, I've lived life and enjoyed doing that in VS. Vivimus Vivamus, live as you live, sound familiar?
What is a school, without her students? An empty shell? A human without a soul? A plain cake lacking the icing? Consider too, the teachers. The recent passing of my Maths teacher of Sec 1&2 has made me realised that memories we accumulate of our alma mater involves, all too frequently, the teachers, adults who (uh... some of them) painstakingly ensure we further our studies successfully under their tutelage, and their exploits and foibles. They are those who place the icing on the cakes, who place the decors, who make the cake presentable. And tasty. He had a weird way of moving around, sort of a hobble, a skip, upper torso always swaying, to put it in an ugly way, like a crippled ape. He used to jump at thunder, rough-handle students who were half a beat too slow. His "ninja slap" and off-key pronunciations ( you becomes "eeuw", "r"s became "l"s e.g. "leh-jis-ter" for "register") and usage of "had got to" instead of "have to" were highlights at mini-reunions. Not to mention "wwaarn" when saying "one". These all too delectable recollections make school life of the past desirable and a pleasure to revisit in daydreams... It makes one want to turn back time, to experience all over again.
Normally, one could just visit the teachers with a group of old classmates, buy drinks and just regale. Let the old times flow, like how champagne may gush from the bottle, overflow, oversoul.
That's provided the teacher is *alive*. No one holds reunion at cemeteries... do they?
Connected by these shared memories of the past, of teacher and classmates( might i venture to say "friends"?) alike, we, Victorians, remain yours truly. Not even till death would we cease being the professionals, the gentlemen, the sportsmen we are. This is the drive we Victorians possess, the Victorian Spirit. To this "Mother" whom with I've spent the most meaningful part of my life so far, and i believe i will be doing so ad infinitum :" Victoria, thy sons are we, and we will not forget"
Once a Victorian, always a Victorian. How true is this?
Only time will tell...
-rray
remember [6:09 PM]
hurting...
Damn! Thighs and butt hurting... Cycled too much on Mon
Suddenly in a mood to work out a lot, maybe it's just me trying to drain depression away.
And in the process slim down.
Maybe I was wrong, very wrong, but "tell him he no chance de" seemed pretty harsh, don't you think? A "please" would have been nice...
Decided that lurking around in the doldrums s'not going to do me any good, must concentrate on midyears... get that h3 sub. Competition is tough, 200+ fellow vics eyeing that pharmaceutical chem... think it'll be quite difficult (not entirely impossible) to get perfect score.
heh, I think someone out there is telling me that studies comes first...
remember [3:02 AM]
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