Missing

I miss netball.
I miss my netballing experience.
I miss my netballers, badly.

I miss TKGS.
I miss 2/1.
I miss running during Sports Day.
I miss dressing up during X-country.
I miss preparing for Talentime.
I miss practising routines for Cheerleading.
I miss playing street netball every morn b4 assembly.
I miss eating fish finger with TarTar sauce.
I miss honeydew sago.
I miss leaving class early to go for East Zone.
I miss tying my hair with green/red ribbons b4 competition.
I miss our frank talks.
I miss sitting down at 7-11 to eat our cup noodles.
I miss going for 'Silent Studying b4 'O's.
I miss Ms Ong's riduculous Art lesson.
I miss fearing Ms Lui's A-maths lessons.
I miss playing inter-class netball n bball.
I miss screaming the TK cheers.
I miss my classmates.

I miss KCP.
I miss being my Chinese Teachers' Pet (esp. Mrs Sim)
I miss playing zer0-pt.
I miss singing during mass.
I miss dancing and playing harmonica with Ang Lian at the chapel.
I miss my pretty school compound.
I miss taking the school bus.
I miss looking for eggs during Easter Day.
I miss the Teachers' Performance during Teachers' Day.
I miss catching Tiger moths at the monkey bar.
I miss the P6 cruise trip.
I miss my uniform.
I miss my EM6 friends.

I don't miss my JC.
I don't even remember living it.
But...
I miss its chilli fries.
I miss its red tea longan jelly.
I miss skipping lessons to play worms with Huilin at the lounge.
I miss playing captain's ball.
I miss sprinting up the bloody slope every morn to be ON TIME for sch.
I miss being on high-alert mode attending Ms Ting's lectures.
I miss the geog fieldtrip.
I miss NJ netballers.

At the end of the day,
I simply miss the experience of it all.

I lead a missing life. bleah.