one last one

One Last One

Well, you know how one always lose the momentum the day before the final paper? i suddenly remember the 'conquering the final lap' talk during o'level times.

Anyway!!tmr is the last paper!!yeah!yeah! somebody clap with me!ah-huh!ah-huh! but it's 5pm but i found out that some people have paper on thu. disgusting and unsympathetic but i actually take comfort in that!haha! i assume it doesn't hurt since i dunnoe anybody who will read this who have paper on thu.

but my plan for the night is disrupted. but it's more important to be there at the wake.

and i can't wait for my loves to return on thu!! though i would have love to have the bed, the com, the table, the room to myself, i found myself cooking my baby sis's fav dish. so i think it's a sign that i need them to come back.

come back fast!!all of you!

my final holidays as a student will be starting. but i forsee it will pass real soon with the camps and retreat and bash and holidays. i think i will have a max of one week purely for myself. But it's ok:) at least it won't be wasted.

I am especially excited about this year camp because almost all of fervour are going. can't wait to have five days worth of eating,playing,sleeping tgt! More importantly, my tai tai is going. it will not be the same without her. though i forsee i can't stick to her all the time as much as i want to. at least we are experiencing the same thing and once again we can be in our world with our own jokes that nobody elses understand.

i hate it when she's not around for our activities. to explain what went on and to try to let her understand the experiences is nothing compare to having her there.

yes! we can conquer the world and torture them with our horrible laughters and jokes once again!

gonna treasure the time with her before some guy takes my place!haha!:)

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