Hello 2B! (:
This entry is long.
So.. Warning yeah.
But It'd be great if you guys read it. (:

I'm here to announce tht
Cheryl is officially sufferring from
Senile Dementia.
& has changed her name to Egg Tubb ever since..
How sad..
She looses her memory every 5 minutes.

Okay, tht was crap.
Anyways,
I wasn't here to crap.
I'm here to tell you guys.

It seems as though we just entered Sec 1.
When we didn't know one another.
During the orientation camp,
Giving one another weird, cold stares.

Then,
Slowly building up the class spirit.
Then, giving teachers hell during lessons.
Getting into trouble together..
Remember how Ms Elaine Lee walked out on our class?
& remember the attitude we gave her in return?

Oh, Oh,
& How can I forget..
Abraham Goh.
Rings a bell in your head? (:

Okay, okay.
Being promoted to Sec 2,
as a class,
means going through thick and thin together,
like it or not.

But of course,
without Abraham. :D

We had Mrs Joan Neo as our form teacher.
Beginning of the year was alright.
But as time went by,
pressure built up.
& i guess lots of people couldn't take it.

But still,
We pulled through as a class.
Then, came holidays, and the
biggest suspense tht was killing us.
WHO'S OUR NEW FORM TEACHER?

"Fierce or not?"
"What race?"
"Female or male?"
"If strict, then... DIE DIE DIE."

Familiar? (:
Hahah.

Then, school reopened,
And yes,
the teacher called Ms Liow suddenly appeared in our
lives. (:

As naggy as she can get, [no offence, cher!]
I guess we all know tht she does it for our own good yeah?

Time flies so fast.
& now,
even before we know it.
We're at the end of Sec 2.
About to go to Sec 3.

We still have 4 more days together.
As a Class.
Yes,
Our last days together.
Our last days in that class
on the sixth level of Teck Whye sec,
Second class down the corridor.

Let's treasure these 4 days alright?
To all those teachers who've got a bad impression on us,
Let's prove it to them.
Tht we're Good Kids.
For once, 2B! (:

1B'06,
2B'07,
You rock.

I love all of you guys! ((:
Hahah.
Thanks for all the memories.
Let's all keep in contact even after going to
different classes yeah?

Okay, I just realised I typed out one LONG
grandmother story. (:
I love you all la!
Rock on, Babehs! (;

Signing off,
Qama. (: