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Tuesday, September 30, 2008
Last day of school. Sigh. Last year's last day of school was a breeze. Well, it would be, of course, aren't we still in the same class next year?It's all different this year.It's bye bye to everyone. Sigh. Byebye, to the class which 2e4 spent almost 8 months in. Byebye, to the messy cardboard where everyone dump their books in, and never bothered to clean. Byebye, to those dangling fans which threatens to fall and hit those unfortunates underneath them.Byebye, to the board we had, at the back of the class. Byebye, to the noisy 'idontknowwhat' which kept making farting sounds when we on the computer. Byebye, to the desks which i scrawled my name, inside an arrowed heart. Byebye, to choonkun's chair which i've kicked so mercilessly. Byebye, to the those days where TP6 played so happily together. Byebye, to those days where mrs v make snarky remarks about us. Byebye, to those days where mrs tami lectured us about JC and poly. Byebye, to those days where mrs yaw's talking about maths and almost everyone's falling asleep Byebye, to those days where we made funny comment and handsigns behind mrs murali 's back. Byebye, to those days where mrs murali touch our paper, making it all wet and smelly. Byebye, to those days where TP6's always coming back late from recess because lucinda's forever buying honeydews, and joan and me eating very slowly. Byebye, to those hilarious literature lessons, where hanlin's always doing something stupid. Byebye, to those chinese lessons where lishuang will just sit around and do nothing, while we all start yacking.(It's a miracle i passed my chinese!) Byebye, to the days where somebody will be yelling "V come liao!" or whatever and everyone will be seated immediately. Byebye, to 2e4, i'll miss you guys. |
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But baby, where they knock you down and out
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