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Saturday, October 23, 2010
Chapter 114:
at 23:34

Thankfully Ms Pon (the name the clas give me) didn't pon ytd.
It's the grad day for Artemis!


Sometimes, people don't really know how great it is to be part of something awesome.
You feel sadness for your CLASS, not just because of your own little CLIQUE, but for all of them (or at least >90%).

& it's a really gratifying feeling.

I know, because I have had graduated from class which I claim I love, but upon reflection, only selected people!

Of course it's true it's your clique that's most often with you and stuff, and that's why it's so rare for 26 of us, with none being oestracised, and all tolerated.

Ah, I'm in a too jolly mood to be sentimental.
But I just wanna say, 7H is loved.

& big thank you to YiJia, Xuan & Fly for looking out for me.
Always.


.

My new policy in life should be to be LESS XIASUAY.

Yesterday at grad night, 3 important events happened.

One:
Went to hug a great guy friend of mine since sec school, and made a kissing sound, from his back. IN FRONT OF HIS GF (of whom I was unaware of her status.)
FYI, she went :O


Two:
Went to ask X whether he was looking for his gf, then being told awkwardly : "..NOT GF ANYMORE."
& I went, GULP, SORRY! x 10000.



Three:
& finally, X went: What about Y? (who helped to take pic for X and I)
Me: You want take pic with Y? Ok, I help!
X: No! You take with him!

Me: But I not close to Y ley!
(Take note this is said in front of Y!)

Y: -.-

But in then end we still took a photo la!


.

Moments I wished I could dig a hole and hide myself & die.
Sigh.

& to tell the truth, these 3 things happened consecutively, one after another.
With 3 different people altogether.

I'm the best, I know.
Sigh.


It's a blessing and miracle I didn't fell face down on stage yesterday.
That would surely create a hole by itself for me to hide.
(Y).
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