(front row) : Martin, Wilson, Nabilah.
(middle row) : Lysia, Safiqah, Joy, Faith, Xiao Shi.
(back row) : Adlin, Benjamin, Amy.
It has been quite some time since I have been posted to ACJC and I have been busy ever since. Sincere apologies for those readers out there who want to be updated. Anyway, I am content to say that this college is a vibrant one, all thanks to my classmates whose personalities are so colourful that I am never bored just by listening and talking to them. There are always smiles and laughters as we discuss almost anything under the sun and everything else underground.
If I recalled correctly, during the first few week, my class came up with a popular term called 'scandalous'. I did not know how it all started or who came up with it, it just happened so fast and so infectious as well. There was one occasion where as a class, we asked one another about boy-girl relationship and about who likes who. This is the first time the class was so enthusiastically matchmake people who made up the class. And this went on till today. Nevertheless, I think this allowed us to bond after all about half of the class is from the second intake. Coming to a suprising fact, I was the only guy from the second intake that got into this class.
So anyway, on the 7th April, the class went for The Tempest, a play produced by the ACSian Theatre. We took some photos, bought flowers for Amy who performed in the play and took a video during the interval. Playful, cheerful and full of laughters, that is all I can say about the video footage, starring the names of people mentioned above. Maybe, I should take video more often so that I can relive those sweet memories.
The misadventures at ACJC is not over yet, it is only the beginning and hopefully, it is going to be an illustrious 2 years in this fine institution where there is one particular school rule that amuse me at times, "Let the light pass between you and your 'friend'. No holding hands within the college compound unless the situation forces you to do so."
I would like to end this entry with a poem.
His hardest hue to hold,
in transition; he must be bold,
no matter how hot or cold,
some things are better untold.
'cause as one get old,
the future begins to unfold,
to whom it may be sold,
some things may just turn to gold.
Inspired by "Queen of My Heart" by Westlife.
