130th Birthday Bash

"Not every school is 130th years old. But of course, there's an older one at Bishan."

Oh Vintage Victoria, like a fine wine, the more it ages, the better it tastes.
More like sparkling juice.

(koped from George's blog)

Thosaporn broke his bottle before he could even touch it. Sad. Just tried it today and it was nice. After the 'O' Levels I'm going to fold paper stars and fill up the bottle, just like the Pepsi glass bottle I gave to my mum.

The Prezident came to our school! You know!

"It's all a big wayang." I couldn't have put it better. Yes it is. And I can't say who said that cause he won't be able to go PAP next time haha. We were chatting on bus 135 about the Victorian Spirit. What is it exactly? We both felt a bit jaded. Both of us felt that sometimes it was just all a big wayang. But no. We had felt the Victorian Spirit before. It was somewhere. But where? Or was it just a common schizophrenia shared when we reach Sec 3? After the Victorian Anthem that day, after all the wayang, we did the cheer. The cheer that we all were confused after a while because it became a jumble of words, the cheer that made us look like tired and steroid-pumped fools. But we did it because we were trying to find the euphoria we experienced before, something beyond just education which we had found in Victoria School. As we cheered, we all knew that that was what we were searching for. In vain? I don't know.

But that was the only part, yes, the only part, which was not a big wayang. It was true.

We do not return to you, mother,
Because we never really left.