A voice was heard in Ramah.

This cat is HDB approved.

For jac.

Tuesday, February 10, 2009

11:48 AM

I can't really remember how our first meeting was like, after all we were in the same class. We used to sit together at the back at the Thomson site, with Vic on the other side - three in a row. She was incredibly lame - I guess that made a natural connection from the start. We cracked up over the lamest puns, the War of the Handphones, the English article Mrs Siow gave us to read over the excessive use of "My God". Much to Vic's chagrin, who was grumpy on Fridays and high on Thursdays. And then we used to shake our heads alot whenever she went into her sketching of a certain someone's name on her maths graphing paper.
At the new site, we sat down one day and talked about what we wanted to do, where we wanted to go from O levels. She was quite keen on AJ, and me undecided as always. We talked about KI, how her mother said maybe she wasn't the type to take on such a high level subject although both of us wondered what it was like taking it. But I guess, we didn't really feel the separation wherever it was we wanted to go, after all we would have seen each other in NUS , we didnt' see ourselves anywhere else either. I think she wanted to do Econs at that time, I'm not sure.
I remember her handwriting. It was usually a messy scribble, with her famous black ink. Her transparent box file, where she kept a stack of worksheets. I remember how I used to walk into the council room after school and sometimes see her doing her work, studying, writing furiously. She liked to write out whatever she knew, it helped her memorise better. And I'd think to myself, that hey I think I should be just as hardworking as she is.
She loved shoes. She mentioned it quite a fair bit, her fetish she said.
She loved to sing, she had this amazing voice which she put to use whenever our class had to organise Mass.
She was an exceptionally talent at acting as well, not that she was in Drama but she involved herself in the school's drama productions like Whizz and she was very expressive when in action.
She called me her worthy English rival, and we used to compare our grades for English and read each other's essays giving each other helpful pointers.
The only thing we probably worried about was the canteen queues, and maybe our parents' curfews - we weren't allowed to attend most council/class gatherings so the only times I probably hung out with her was during duty.

I wish I could have that time back, to relive those memories. Just reading her letter, or looking at pictures of Fishbowl, it makes me bawl. I couldn't focus at work yesterday, because everything kept reminding me of her. Even the way we sat at our desks, and how she said I
might fall over because I kept rocking my chair.

Her smile is radiant. She is radiant, even when she claims that she has her imaginary pimple above her lip which only she could see.

I love you Jac. I hope you are having a whale of a time up there, in your peak form. At least now I have something to look forward to, in event of my demise. Save a seat for me okay.