No Air

Yesterday's a Thursday and there's not much for me to do. No 5-minute polish boots, no ironing of uniform, no washing of my black skirt, no preparation. Feels kinda empty.

It's a Friday and I'm home by 4.30, excluding the fact that I Ajisened with SQ jess Mich and had long bitchtalk with Panz & Miaoz. HOW CAN HOW CAN DURING NORM DAYS I NEVER EVER REACH HOME BEFORE 5! And there's no more stinky people polishing their stinky boots with their stinky socks in the stinky class. Stank.

And I seem to stop blogging. Maybe I don't really feel like thinking that Handover is over hands down. It's over. My last CCA in SJ, and it's a kinda lousy day for a lousy CCA with lousy OMs in the superduperfruwhooper lousy school.

But I know that even the journey in SJ have ended(which might not even be true teeheehahoho), the impact, the memories these 11 people left on me will never go away.

3 years and abit more may seem short, but they feel like the longest friendship I ever had, and the best part was I know it'll go on. There are stupid quarrels and bitching along the way yes, but somehow yet another we manage to pick ourselves up and tomorrow is a whole new day.

Teehee so sentimental and corny BUAY TAHAN AH! Ok stop it stop it. If I'm really unlazy perhaps I shall blog down my 3 years and a bit more life in SJ. But now, neopets ZZZ (Y)