dab dab dab hey

i have about one more paper, then i’ll be leaving the school for good.

So since it’s the so called ‘season’, i shall my write my kunun ‘eulogy’ bout the school, i know i know, the school isnt ‘dead’ yet, but it might as well be since we 1992-ers are leaving. haha, smooth. q;

hmm, SM ALL SAINTS. my home away from home for the past 5 long years. I shall start by listing out the things I’m sorry for for the past 5 years.

1. Sorry for writing on the walls and the tables with markers and blanko
2. Sorry for making holes in the field
3. Sorry for not picking up litter when I see it
4. Sorry for littering in the first place
5. Sorry for skipping class and loafing off by the wisma all saints stairs
6. Sorry for breaking laboratory apparatus
7. Sorry for painting wood syelek on the kh workshop table
8. Sorry for always jumping around and never cared to study
9. Sorry for laughing really loud
10. Sorry for using classes without permissions
11. Sorry for… srsly, i ran out of things to be sorry for

:D

Things I might miss:

1. Getting caught doodling on school properties
2. Making holes in the field
3. Laugh really loud in the corridor
4. Seeing litter and go “pfft, let someone else pick it up”
5. my isolated deserted desk in class
6. every memory ever made
7. my awesome friends that stood by my side no matter what

but frankly, I’m happy i’m out.
the place… was a shithole.
but it was the most awesomest shithole you might ever run into.
cause this shithole, (haha, don’t come after me bah, i pway pway onli)
made every awesome allsaints-er the way they are, which is AWESOME.

now, what’s left to do is get license, get into college, and move out.
all i need is my own space right now.
and a piece of mind.

and a piece of cake too.

oh and dont forget a piece of pie too!

i’m craving for apple.

bwah bwah. i’m sweepee. (omg, that sounded wrong)
i’ll write a proper thingie ma jiggy when i get inspiration. kay? bwa bwai.
(i think Manny from Diary of The Wimpy Kid is getting to me. gasp gulp cough)

johnohh:

Central Park 2009.

belindabelle:

atmosphere.

Iva’s 16th (:

xx

i realized. the candle. didnt look so candle-y
bikin panas punya atmosphere. q:

belindabelle:

i dont know what you call this form of exercise XD

it isnt exercise belle! this is what we call “mr jacob’s style of trying to tell us the answer during english paper”

I was a B

and you were an A.

mr jacob ripped us off this! :O

Elleatack

wendywong:

First and foremost,

HAPPY SWEET SEVENTEEN TO YOU, ELLEATACK.


PAHAHAH, fine.


HAPPY SWEET SEVENTEEN TO YOU ELREENA MY BESTIEEEE!
You’re officially seventeen and I love it ‘cause I’m the youngest among you guys and not old, YET. ahahahah :p

Hope you have a blast one and hopefully we can make your birthday a blast, too.
You rock our world, you know it bah kan ma oh? :p
‘cause kan, you very bising. HAHAH. thats why you rock our world. HAHAH.
KIDDING YO.

Relax. don’t marah, later tua.

BFFS FOR DECADES AND STILL COUNTING!
NAW, count with me! 8…9….10…..11…..12…..


I love you(: <3 <3 <3

:DDDDD I LOVE YOU TOO! THANKIUUU!

ngeh, waiddaminute. you misspelled attack?! wui, nasib eng paper is over! :D

alamak, i marah ler. i getting lagi tua ah? aiyerr.
semalam i call u, u tak answer
dang, now it reminded me off that cat. :D

sometimes…

i forget..

that you’re only 15.

sheesh. you’re like only nine.

wendywong:

Elle, Belle, Moi and Iva! :D :D :D

wow. my face. haha
i jelez ba that, the other three got braces.. and i got.. nada. hua hua hua

O A B AB

:D

I LOVE YOU GUYS TO DEATH! thanks for the wishes guys! sorry I didn’t get to reply you, my phone line was.. well funny story, my line had SYSTEM ERROR. -.- idiots. it’s okay now though!

don’t worry belle, i love you too! jangan kau risau, you won’t kuyak this time, tidak payah you emo emo sana. X)

oh, i planned to donate blood tonight, at city mall’s blood donation drive.. but turns out you need to be 18 to donate. -.- dammit, and and they don’t let you check your blood type either, which actually was my main target of the week.

i still don’t know my blood type. kesian kan.

plus i also didn’t think throughly bout it. if i donated right, i might get dizzy for days, even during spm. i budu this, didnt think bout that.

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i hope you’re not an overweight Bob

one more snooze

hmm. i wish..

to move out.

q:

srsly. i can’t stand living in this house anymore.

its driving me nuts.

BESIDES that.
hello 17. it’s an honor to meet you! sorry 16, you’ve been really kind to me, minus those hormones and pimple issues, you’ve been veeryyy kind.

he he he.

i hope.. i get cake. if i dont, then i’ll .. i’ll

draw moustaches on your face! HAH!

dang, i kept thinking bout mr bean now! today’s conversation was .. well.. WEBStastic? ;) my stomach still hurt from all that laughing you know!

kood nayeet!