ramblings of 03S78

03S78. HCJC.

27 of us make up the lovely class of 03S78 :)

it was a year and 6 mths ago that we graduated from hwachong, nothing much has
changed since then - we still have the good old class outings when we spend most
of the time walking around (+ extended one in europe recently), we still play
mahjong, watch movies, go æçå¦! together (at nwxiang's request of course)..

to many more years of friendship!

teddy! :)

our beloved school :)

our lovely flag.

outside canteen.

chalet in ubin.

'A' lvls results '05

Chao recruits!! '05

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ramblings~

Yijin + girls! '05

Xiz, Ms Wang + guys! '04

* 03S78
* hwachong junior college

* candice
* lifang
* yang
* xiaoxuan
* hilda
* quanyao
* xizhen
* sharon
* huiqi
* meiyin
* yijin
* yifan
* pear
* nwxiang
* weixin
* samuel
* ningqi
* pua
* yilin
* eliza
* wijaya
* ronnie
* weilei
* bong
* ryan shea
* wuwei
* r~linz

* hwachong!
* IVLE :)
* 30th Anniversary!
* HJC Council! :)
* our funky yahoogroups! :)
* winning thinkquest entry - i-Matrix
* blogger
* blogskins

* junior class!
* grandjuniors!
* 06s78
* 07s78
* 08s78

* dearly beloved ms wang!
* 03S77
* 03S75
* 03S71
* 03S7A
* 03A11
* 03A12
* 03S62
* 03S69

* 04S68
* 04S62

Happy Mother's Day

Adapted from Mitch Albom's "One more day"

Times I did not stand up for my mother
She found my cigarettes. They are in my sock drawer. I am fourteen years old.

“Its my room!” I yell.
“Charley! We talked about this! I told you not to smoke! It’s the worst thing you can do! What’s the matter with you?”
“You’re a hypocrite!”

She stops. Her neck stiffens. “Don’t you use that word.”
“You smoke! You’re a hypocrite!”
“Don’t you use that word!”
“Why not, Mom? You always want me to use big words in a sentence. There’s a sentence. You smoke. I can’t. My mother is a hypocrite!’

I am moving as I yell this, and the moving seems to give me strength, confidence, as if she can’t hit me. This is after she has taken a job at the beauty parlour, and instead of her nursing whites, she wears fashionable clothes to work – like the pedal pushers and turquoise blouse she is wearing now. These clothes show off her figure. I hate them.

“I am taking these away,” she yells, grabbing the cigarettes. “And you’re not going out, mister!”
“I don’t care!” I glare at her. “And why do you have to dress like that? You make me sick!”
“I what?” Now she is on me, slapping my face. “I WHAT? I make you” –slap-“sick? I make”-slap!-“you SICK?”-slap!-“Is that what you think of me?”
“No! No!” I yell. “Stop it!”
I cover my head and duck away. I run down the stairs and out the garage. I stay away until well past dark. When I finally come home, her bedroom door is closed and I think I hear her crying. I go to my room. The cigarettes are still there. I light one up and start crying myself.

Letter from Mother to Charley
Charley-
How do you like my typing! I’ve been practicing at work on Henrietta’s typewriter. Pretty snazzy!
… I know you think these notes are silly. I have watched you scrunch your face over the years when I give them to you. But understand that sometimes I want to tell you something and I want to get it just right. Putting it down on paper helps me do that. I wish I had gone to college and maybe my vocabulary would have improved… So many times I feel I am using the same words over and over, like a woman wearing the same dress everyday. So boring!
…I am so proud of you, Charley. You are the first person to go to university! Be nice to the people there… and be nice to the girls you go out with. I know you don’t want love life advice from me, but even if girls find you handsome, that is not a license to be mean. Be nice.

And also get your sleep. Josie, who comes into the beauty parlour, says her son at college keeps falling asleep during his classes. Don’t insult your teachers that way. Don’t fall asleep. It’s such a lucky thing you have, to be taught and to be learning and not have to be working in a shop somewhere.
I love you every day.
And now I will miss you every day.
Love,
Mom

ryaniq lived on 11:37 PM

- 03S78 forever -

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