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Sunday, January 27, 2008 8:35 PM

i just realised,
i'm leaving behind, everything i've known for 11 years.
frieds, uniform, teachers.
everything.
i wont be taking 17 home from school anymore.
i wont be going anywhere near bedok because i have to.
i wont see that pathetic piece of grass we call a field.
nothing.
no more complaining about horrible food.
no more bitching over recess.
no more secondary school.
no more sac.
everything is gonna change, and it scares me.
like, alot.
after this, nothing is gonna be the same again,
after tertiary level, you'll be going to work, or university,
and we may never see each other again.
thats so sad!
ugh.
i hate this.
i want just one more week in secondary school.
with all the right people.
i'd give anything for that right now.
i'm gonna miss it.
i'm gonna miss everyone.
everyone.
...

oasis
'stop the clocks and turn the world around. let your love lay me down. and when the night is over, there'll be no sound. lock the box and leave it all behind. on the backseat of my mind. and when the night is over, where will i rise?'

riot.
audrey
stephanie
crystal
laura
nicole
erin
mable

boxcar racer.
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