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hello :)
Friday, August 29, 2008
11:35:00 pm
You know what.
I'm suddenly missing TKGS alot.
During NIE band, we play such nice songs: Tsubasa o kudasai, fantasy variations, 4th symphony, disney fantillusion. Reminds me of the times in tkgs. During today's prac, I was really missing tkgssb, especially thinking of xiuyu's poke-poke sound for disney's fantillusion n how I really enjoyed playing tt with her!
I miss wendy.
I miss tkgssb.
I miss the 7-of-us.
I miss the clarinet sectn corner.
I miss the circular block.
I miss the classroom block.
I miss the band room.
I miss our practise area.
I miss the music rooms.
I miss the canteen.
I miss the smell of the bookshop. (haha!)
I miss loitering around at weird places in school.
I miss eating unhealthy cup noodles at Caltex.
I miss hearing the luscious sounds of my batchmates.
I miss wearing blue n white.
I miss my F483709.
I miss, just everything about tkgs.
I miss, the place which was my second home for 4 years.
Sometimes, I can remember back to the first few days of school. That feeling of foreign-ness in a strange place, and that place was tkgs. I remember walking around thinking the school was so big and tt i'll get lost, walking along 4th floor from 1e9 to beethoven room, passing by those white walls with paintings on them. (oh yes, my art piece is still hanging in the staircase!) While the PSLs (they were called peer support leaders remember?) showed us the way from our classroom to the hall haha!
It's like 7 years ago.
Listening to tsubasa :)