I gotta say what's on my mind
Something about us
Doesn't seem right these days
Life keeps getting in the way
Whenever we try,
Somehow the plan is always rearranged

I think Mr.Ho has been a really nice teacher though he nags a lot. And Miss. Shervon's da BOMB! I seriously think that she's the only one that made my day other than those special people that I'll be mentioning below. and

KELLY, LISA,

and

MY DEAREST TURTLE !

They are the best of the best. ;D Thanks all my dearies!

I AM NOT A PLASTIC BAG.
I finally understand the meaning behind this big thing. But it's pity I see so many fakes around in Singapore. If you see Anya Hindmarch's dedication and love for the world, then please get the real one, if not, then don't buy it.
I want one of them, but I don't think there's an AH outlet in Singapore. :(

"Our aim with this project has been to use our influence to make it fashionable not to use plastic bags. ‘I’m Not A Plastic Bag’ was designed to be a stylish, practical, reusable bag that would raise awareness of this issue and spark debate. We feel that we have achieved this aim beyond our wildest dreams." Anya Hindmarch.

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SCREWED.

Anyway, class chalet is very screwed. :( Yes and the ugly truth is that the class is very very very not united. We don't exhibit cohesion at all. So much for all the bonding and unity we've been talking about.
And so is our clique's one. I'm damn tired of all these already. What's this even for in the first place? I really don't see the purpose in it now. Nothing I do is going to work anyway.

Why weren't you there when I needed you most? You didn't even bother to say anything, not a single word from you. Nothing can be the same as before, we can never turn back time. We're no longer like before, everything has changed. Sorry, I'm not sure if I can still be there for you. Not anymore.

P.S/I seriously hope Michelle will be back on Monday :( Luckily, she hasn't got dengue. Life's boring without arguments sometimes.

Don't wanna leave it all behind
But I get my hopes up
And I watch them fall every time
Another colour turns to grey
And it's just too hard to watch it all slowly fade away.

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