Prom was a blast, what with the good company and the great dinner. Meritus Mandarin might not match up to Hyatt, but it is quite a lavish affair. The dinner was great, with the Halal tables being dubbed "Team Nonoks". For real. I am not kidding. NONOKS. Nonoks as in VAGINA, YES. The emcee of course had no knowledge of this secret pun the Malays truly enjoyed, and everytime he shouted our team name, the tables roared with laughter. It was a great night, and we all had fun. Our post-prom moments were shared with the Malay guys chilling at Starbucks, after checking out Cineleisure only to find that the showtimes were a bit too late. The guys were great, they were considerate and were shockingly such gentlemen, asking if they may smoke, knowing Raudha, Shaz, Nana and I weren't favourable of passive smoking. I heard they took care of Nana, the last to leave, like a baby. How cute.


Prom has gotten me into a celebratory mood, happy and jubilant. Then I realised. What am I celebrating? Am I seriously celebrating my separation from the friends I've come to love through the four harsh years in TK? I shouldn't be.


The Parting.
Somewhere, the sun is still shining
Somewhere, the love is still burning
And we don't have to part.

Somewhere, the flowers are blooming
Somewhere, the affections are explicit
And we don't have to part.

Who'll take me by the hand
To whisper ointments and antedotes,
If not you.

Who'll lead me into another world
I do not belong in but have a share,
If not you.


NATASHA AKHTAR.
You've been the best girlfriend anyone could have asked for. I loved the four years that I have spent with you.
Remember the dreams of a new wardrobe? A new identity?
Remember the plans that were beautifully planned, only lacking in actions?
Remember the time we coloured our artwork in a cubicle in the toilet at Bugis?
Remember the times we'd sit at the underpass, sneaking food?
Remember the hours we spent there, doing our homework and just talking about our ambitions and dreams?
Remember the long phonecalls that lasted through the night?
Remember the Neoprints we splurged on?
Remember the Sec 2 Cohort Camp and the McDOnalds dinner after that?
Remember our first late night out together, watching Lord of the Rings?
Remember our little adventures after Band practice?
Remember the days we skipped Band practice and went gallivanting around Singapore?
Remember our petty thefts?
Remember our mischievious doings in school?
Remember our trips to the old TK building to pick Frangipanis that we'd stuff into the Bubble Tea straw?
Remember our habit of buying Bubble Tea after a trip to the old TK building?
Remember the times we'd throw the Frangipanis down from the overhead bridge, to see whether it'd get run down by a car?
Remember the Frangipani u tried, but failed, to preserve?
Remember the Saga seeds we picked from the old TK building?
Remember our vows to fight for our freedom, never to let it be taken away by a man?
Remember our pacts to always stay friends?
Remember the days we used to do nothing but go to the beach to build sandcastles and just talk?
Remember the day we found out that we were related?
Remember the times we baked Chewy Chocolatey Fudgey Cookies?
Remember our shopping trip to Cold Storage to get the ingredients?
Remember the times we hung out at Bedok's McDonalds?
Remember Zainol and his "naughty monkey"?
Remember the adventures we experienced?
Remember the day you and Nana almost got conned into giving your handphones to a stranger?
Remember the times we'd look up SFOGS.COM from your computer?
Remember the time your menses overflowed onto my Dad's car seat?
Remember the days we'd sit at the beach and then out of impulse jump into the sea in our shorts and blouse?
Remember the hours we spent drying ouselves through evaporation before heading home?
Remember the talks we had at the beach?
Remember the different people we spend time with at the beach?
Remember how we became friends?
Remember our first day in 1A, before I was transferred out?
I love you, Natasha.




















I know I was wrong. Quit judging me like that.