Over and under, inside and out, have we really ended what we started?

Thirty days, and counting

Here I am, so eager to return here this morning but now I'm wordless/speechless.
There's just so much to say that they're all piling up into a mutter of nonsensical crap.

Forgiving and forgetting, so true.
Sometimes I'm happy that I'm blessed with short term memory
You.
I'm glad we're not biting at each other's neck anymore.
I hope this lasts :)

I MISS YOU KRISTAGAIL LIM ERN-HUI
Okay.
That said, you better send more postcards to Musicland after this.
Imma looking forward to receiving them.

OH THE HIGHLIGHT OF TODAY

now how could i have forgotten.

TODAY MARKS THE END OF SPM

*exclamation mark*

after months, nay years of preparing for a written exam.

I don't know whether I'll be missing those books but damn I'd be lying if I said I didn't miss school.

Well, most of school anyway.

Thankyou to all my oh so kind/ oh so hardcore/ oh so monotonous/ oh so naggy/ oh so strict/ oh so motherly/ oh so loud/ oh so patient teachers.
The sacrifices you've made will not go to waste.
Sometimes, if not always, we complain about each teacher and how they're lacking but some of them probably already changed our lives for good without us realizing it.
I believe that.

Plans and days,
so much to do and so little time.
Pray, tell me where do I start?

Baby, it's now or never