Reflections 6: IJ Girls

we caught “autograph book” in class last week and boy did it bring back tons of memories.
i mean afterall, the film itself revolved around my primary/secondary school life – the girls who acted in the film, the uniforms they wore, and even the location where they shot the film!
i remember the school proudly showing this video to us during the many after school assembly periods, time and again.
it was hell of a bore.

but somehow… watching it in ryan’s class last friday, it triggered off this whole nostalgic “i miss IJ” feeling in me.

Being a pure-bred IJ girl (and very much proud of being so), i’ve never quite had any encounter with boys till i got to JC when i was 17. you could have imagined how overwhemled i felt that i wanted to just quit college cos it was too much for me to take. okay but then again, this is another story for another day.

going back to IJ girls, we’ve always been rumoured to be bitches, sluts, snotty know-it-all rich brats who think we’re oh-so-smart….. oh the list goes on and on i’m sure…
i’d have to admit that even i myself felt that way about my fellow school mates at times.
well, it is a fact that IJ girls in general are well…. slightly more bimbotic and attention seeking (and not to forget, LOUD) than girls from other schools (excluding those who come from all-girl schools of course!)
but then again, there are the minority of us who simply couldn’t wait to get out of IJ when the bitchiness got to a whole new level.
i’ve got mixed feelings about being an IJ girl though.
sometimes im proud to be one.. i mean after all, the school IS one of the oldest and most prestigious schools in Singapore and it is a fact that we excel in well, the arts.
(forgive my biasedness for i’m very much inclined towards the arts as opposed to the science streams)
well.. there were also the times i hated IJ like hell..
i hated the girls.
i hated how everyone was backstabbing everyone.
and how they thought that bitching about others was considered a great bonding activity.
i hated the bitchiness and the degree of “fake”ness.
and not forgetting the posers of course.
all in all, you can say i hated the people.
you know.. i’ve been told time and again that your best friends in life are the ones who came from your secondary school but i’d beg to differ seriously.
in IJ, i learnt what reality is.
how its a dog-eat-dog world out there and i started to distance myself from everyone.
from the young cheery talkative primary school kid that everyone was snatching to have recess with (yes, i’m afraid i’d have to reveal, i was a popular chubby lil kid whom everyone loved to hang out such that i had to create and give out timetables for whom i’d sit with for recess on which days… GOSH! the nerve i had!), i slowly evolved into someone who kept her problems to herself and only portrayed her happy side, becoming as fake as the people i hated.
i got hurt friendship after friendship.
it was often about how some girl (who was supposedly my best friend then) bitched about me and revealed all my secrets to a group of other girls and it spread like wild-fire.
though the girls were terrible, there were the plus-sides to being an IJ girl.
the primary school hymns we sang after recess and during mass… how we had dance movements and actions while we sang each hymn and how the older primary school kids would look after us as though we were their real siblings.
i remember the little hymn book we had.
it was one helluva colourful thingy which had LOADS and LOADS of children’s hymns in it!
cool huh??? (:

well anyway, people have recently (okay or not so recently) slammed IJ girls in the newpaper, labelling them as “easy [with the opposite sex]” but obviously, retracting their nasty comments (and very personal opinions – which is darn hell unprofessional of the writer i’d have to say) and making a public apology to the school (:

IJ girls always win. (i’d like to think so.)
oh yayy.