yesterday and today, i was listening to jielun's mo jie zhuo album. and then, i recalled the scenes where me jc yr cleav and wj were studying tog, at the V block classrooms just a while before the exams. us starting to write physics, chem, econs, maths things on the whiteboard to explain to each other. ended up playing and doodling for a while. i rmbr us at biz room. commenting about shi guang ji where jc said she thought it sounded like a washing machine flying out of the window and making cleav and me so amused.
the random day where yr made us listen to a haircut audio when we were studying. the expressway road thingy combined on yr's hand. (do you rmbr that yr? hahah) writing on each other's notes rubbishy things. x = _ _ during stats lecture.
jc jumping out of the swing screaming after i stared intently at an insect at her seat.
even random JC1 scenes. like seeing zz and ks in the classroom and sharing a classrm with them to study. siliang skating up and down the corridor at night.
taking out my harmoc after a super long time, cleaning it for nearly an hour and then playing it once more made me realise how much i miss that small metal instrument. i miss all the practices in LT2, 3 and 4. miss playing together with everybody. the time when me and yr were playing the funny percussion for potpourri. my 20 cent coin and yr's tambourine. the random scene of exco discussing wad to do in the empty 16 counts in all that jazz and everybody started suggesting throwing colourful balls to chunkiat and then him juggling it. HAHA. still rmbr us saying he cannot catch also never mind, just for laughs. lol.
getting interviewed for exco and interviewing the new exco. arranging the tables to block the juniors' way when they enter the interview room. staying late and jc accidentally locking people's bags in the LT. walking home in the evening and at night, scaring each other about rats under the bridge. all and all, makes me smile when i think about them.
and i miss VJ as a whole. never thought i'd miss vj that much but i am now.
