THE 1T07 Class Tee!
ahoy guys! heres a prototype. comments comments!
Your loving HTC,
jun
ahoy guys! heres a prototype. comments comments!
Your loving HTC,
jun
said 1t07 at 2:48 PM
hello jun and mark and bing and chels and manda and lings and whoever still reads .
(and yes i still think terence is handsome)
haha yes junnn i remember the f word stupid excitement man that was quite disastrous and terrible. )):
hope mark is abit less emo.
hope you guys are all doing well, I see chels on FB all the time. heh.
take care (:
-xiuf
(and yes i still think terence is handsome)
haha yes junnn i remember the f word stupid excitement man that was quite disastrous and terrible. )):
hope mark is abit less emo.
hope you guys are all doing well, I see chels on FB all the time. heh.
take care (:
-xiuf
said xiu * at 11:49 AM
Hello 1T07ers!
DISCLAIMER: THIS BLOG POST IS SUPPOSED TO MAKE WHOSOEVER READS IT FEEL GOOD, NOT SAD. SAD FOLKS ARE RECOMMENDED TO READ IT TO MAKE THEMSELVES HAPPIER, CYNICAL FOLKS ARE SUPPOSED TO EITHER READ IT WITH A PINCH OF SALT, OR READ IT AND BECOME LESS CYNICAL. HAPPYJOYFUL FOLKS, READ IT AND POST MORE OF SUCH POSTS SO WE CAN CREATE A RAINBOW HERE. :)
HTC Jun here, well I just met Mark today so, decided to blog here :) Blogger is such a bitch these days, its no wonder all of us stopped blogging here nowadays! Haha..
Anyway, Mark and I met at Woodlands at around 2:30pm just now, went to eat and chat about good old times. We also saw his ol' buddy (whom a lot of us also know), Terence. Well anyway, it felt quite good to meet a 1T07er after soooooo long, it just brings back all these nostalgic memories (No mark, no cynical blog post concepts :P ) !
I miss you guys, really. After so many days of not seeing each other, and having not updated each other, I sometimes sit in my little comfort bubble, wondering if anyone of you are sitting down and wondering if I'm wondering the same; wondering how the rest of us are doing, what we are doing at the moment, who we are with, how we are faring as individuals (work, army, studies alike). I grasp hard, trying to find the words to fit into this blog post; trying not to sound over-sentimental (or the dismissive, recently-popular term, emo), while trying not to be anywhere near the other end of the emotional spectrum, ie cynicism.
(jun, have you gone..bonkers? or were u always a little cranky?, say the voices in my head)
1T07! I FREAKIN' LOVE U GUYS OK. EVERYTIME I READ THIS BLOG, IT JUST BRINGS BACK ALL THESE FUNNY, HAPPY, LAUGHTER-LADEN, JOY-JUICED, EXHILARATION-DRENCHED MEMORIES.
WHEN I SEE THAT PHOTO ON MARK'S JAN 20,2006 BLOG POST, IT MAKES ME SMILE, DESPITE THE FACT THAT NONE OF US LOOK LIKE THE LITTLE PEOPLE FROM THAT BACKDATED PHOTO ANYMORE (hmm or do we?); WHEN I SEE XIUFEN'S JAN 22, 2006 ENTRY ABOUT OUR 1T07 CHAT CONFERENCE ON MSN (yes I do believe I am the 'night has fallen...' persona) I REMEMBER, AND LAUGH ABOUT OUR CRAZY SCH-PONNING DAYS (and also, albeit less glamorously, the time I shouted the 'f' word in crazy excitement and got some of us into trouble..); WHEN I LOOK AT LING'S AND MANDA'S (RELATIVELY) RECENT POST ABOUT CHRISTMAS AND PROM, I CHUCKLE ON THE FACT THAT THEY ARE STILL THE HAPPY PEOPLE WHERE WE LAST LEFT THEM; WHEN I READ MY OWN PROM-PONNING POST AND BING'S SHORT POST, I THINK ABOUT THE RECENT EVENTS THAT SHAPED OUR LIVES.
Haven't we been through so much, accumulated so much, just to let it slip into oblivion?
SORRY FOR TYPING IN CAPS..I JUST GOT CARRIED AWAY. Oh, and here it comes again! My insanity knows no boundaries!
YOU KNOW WHAT? I'M GOING TO RISK IT ALL..I'M GOING TO RISK MY DIGNITY, TIME, (money?), EFFORT, HOPES & WISHES BECAUSE YOU GUYS ARE WORTH EVERY LAST DROP OF IT! I'M GOING TO REVIVE THIS FORGOTTEN LEGACY, ONE REVOLUTION AT A TIME!
By doing what I can! Remember the 1T07 CLASS TEE (whose design work I've procrastinated time and again)? I AM SO MUTHER-F**KINGLY (for the lack of a better word, sorry!) GOING TO START WORKING ON IT TONIGHT! WATCH THIS SPACE, MY MATES! HARI, BING, REMEMBER THE CLASS OUTING U GUYS RECENTLY PROPOSED? DON'T LEAVE IT AT THAT! START SMSING/MSNING/CALLING/HOME-VISITING THE T7ERS AND ASK THEM WHEN THEY ARE FREE..ARRANGE SOMETHING!! TELL ME IF U NEED ME TO INVITE/CALL ANYONE!
1T07, this is your HTC speaking. Tag here, blog here, sms me, msn me, tell me what designs you like. Loon suggested 7th heaven angels as a wonderful preliminary concept, but I'm super open to ideas! SOooo.. IDEAS IDEAS IDEAS! Start dripping your brain juices over my table and my doodles, and tell me what you want for a class t-shirt!
LOVE U GUYS.
JUN.
DISCLAIMER: THIS BLOG POST IS SUPPOSED TO MAKE WHOSOEVER READS IT FEEL GOOD, NOT SAD. SAD FOLKS ARE RECOMMENDED TO READ IT TO MAKE THEMSELVES HAPPIER, CYNICAL FOLKS ARE SUPPOSED TO EITHER READ IT WITH A PINCH OF SALT, OR READ IT AND BECOME LESS CYNICAL. HAPPYJOYFUL FOLKS, READ IT AND POST MORE OF SUCH POSTS SO WE CAN CREATE A RAINBOW HERE. :)
HTC Jun here, well I just met Mark today so, decided to blog here :) Blogger is such a bitch these days, its no wonder all of us stopped blogging here nowadays! Haha..
Anyway, Mark and I met at Woodlands at around 2:30pm just now, went to eat and chat about good old times. We also saw his ol' buddy (whom a lot of us also know), Terence. Well anyway, it felt quite good to meet a 1T07er after soooooo long, it just brings back all these nostalgic memories (No mark, no cynical blog post concepts :P ) !
I miss you guys, really. After so many days of not seeing each other, and having not updated each other, I sometimes sit in my little comfort bubble, wondering if anyone of you are sitting down and wondering if I'm wondering the same; wondering how the rest of us are doing, what we are doing at the moment, who we are with, how we are faring as individuals (work, army, studies alike). I grasp hard, trying to find the words to fit into this blog post; trying not to sound over-sentimental (or the dismissive, recently-popular term, emo), while trying not to be anywhere near the other end of the emotional spectrum, ie cynicism.
(jun, have you gone..bonkers? or were u always a little cranky?, say the voices in my head)
1T07! I FREAKIN' LOVE U GUYS OK. EVERYTIME I READ THIS BLOG, IT JUST BRINGS BACK ALL THESE FUNNY, HAPPY, LAUGHTER-LADEN, JOY-JUICED, EXHILARATION-DRENCHED MEMORIES.
WHEN I SEE THAT PHOTO ON MARK'S JAN 20,2006 BLOG POST, IT MAKES ME SMILE, DESPITE THE FACT THAT NONE OF US LOOK LIKE THE LITTLE PEOPLE FROM THAT BACKDATED PHOTO ANYMORE (hmm or do we?); WHEN I SEE XIUFEN'S JAN 22, 2006 ENTRY ABOUT OUR 1T07 CHAT CONFERENCE ON MSN (yes I do believe I am the 'night has fallen...' persona) I REMEMBER, AND LAUGH ABOUT OUR CRAZY SCH-PONNING DAYS (and also, albeit less glamorously, the time I shouted the 'f' word in crazy excitement and got some of us into trouble..); WHEN I LOOK AT LING'S AND MANDA'S (RELATIVELY) RECENT POST ABOUT CHRISTMAS AND PROM, I CHUCKLE ON THE FACT THAT THEY ARE STILL THE HAPPY PEOPLE WHERE WE LAST LEFT THEM; WHEN I READ MY OWN PROM-PONNING POST AND BING'S SHORT POST, I THINK ABOUT THE RECENT EVENTS THAT SHAPED OUR LIVES.
Haven't we been through so much, accumulated so much, just to let it slip into oblivion?
SORRY FOR TYPING IN CAPS..I JUST GOT CARRIED AWAY. Oh, and here it comes again! My insanity knows no boundaries!
YOU KNOW WHAT? I'M GOING TO RISK IT ALL..I'M GOING TO RISK MY DIGNITY, TIME, (money?), EFFORT, HOPES & WISHES BECAUSE YOU GUYS ARE WORTH EVERY LAST DROP OF IT! I'M GOING TO REVIVE THIS FORGOTTEN LEGACY, ONE REVOLUTION AT A TIME!
By doing what I can! Remember the 1T07 CLASS TEE (whose design work I've procrastinated time and again)? I AM SO MUTHER-F**KINGLY (for the lack of a better word, sorry!) GOING TO START WORKING ON IT TONIGHT! WATCH THIS SPACE, MY MATES! HARI, BING, REMEMBER THE CLASS OUTING U GUYS RECENTLY PROPOSED? DON'T LEAVE IT AT THAT! START SMSING/MSNING/CALLING/HOME-VISITING THE T7ERS AND ASK THEM WHEN THEY ARE FREE..ARRANGE SOMETHING!! TELL ME IF U NEED ME TO INVITE/CALL ANYONE!
1T07, this is your HTC speaking. Tag here, blog here, sms me, msn me, tell me what designs you like. Loon suggested 7th heaven angels as a wonderful preliminary concept, but I'm super open to ideas! SOooo.. IDEAS IDEAS IDEAS! Start dripping your brain juices over my table and my doodles, and tell me what you want for a class t-shirt!
LOVE U GUYS.
JUN.
said 1t07 at 7:48 PM
i was down from AFS today from paya lebah and i requested to be dropped off the sch EXCURSION bus at jalan toa payoh, well to those who dont know roads well, does that at least ring a bell or so? no? its where CJ is. savvy?
so i alighted with my classmate, the ex-cjcian, and she asked if i wanted to go in to walk, she's one year our senior (so yeah, my classmate now), and i gladly obliged, i wouldnt have walked in alone, and as we entered the gate, walked that that couple of steps, the first word that came out of my mouth were "this brings back memories". or does it? those memories you longed, yet long they never return to cause a longing.
changes in CJ, they are currently renovating the library, that sweet little thing there, so it ensures the very cranky Library auntie a goooood rest to come back LESS cranky i hope, (its not as if it affects me right?). From the last time i was back, the CJ PAC has beeeeeeeen opened. beautiful place? not really, if you compare it to the De lasalle PAC, its insignificant. there's a fully furbished and airconditioned GYM next to the grandstand. and i got to smell it.
and so we walked around, from the PAC to the canteen then to the gereral office, to the quatrangle, the grandstand, gym, staff room, the hall (when they were having chinese ORAL.. oops!), and then finally to the general office, where i got the chance to talk to Mr Tan (willian Hung!) again. His looks never did really change i guess..
and as i name all those places, its as if something flashes pass your mind, that place, where we sat, where we ate, where we laughed. (damn i'm sounding like i'm writing some love letter! or maybe i am... NOT!) and i can actually imagine the cjcians in j2 last day sitting at the grandstand talking. i can almost imagine it, too bad i wasnt there.
and it was only three months, three short months i was there, it is so going to be the place that i will miss due to the people that i met there, it holds a meaning of a special bond, of a special breed of friends to be made there. those spots, the classroom even, just as i sat at the legde of my sji class the last time i was there, just being around brought back memories one by one, so vivid.
i spoke to mr tan for quite a while, he has amazing memory, citing when he actually took my friend's class when she was in j1 and what he exactly said.. now i really wonder what he's made of.. mmm.. but i guess thats how he got his place in the general office also. but i remember sitting through his class and joking and teasing away, i guess it must have been really different after the first three months, the stress, the pressure, the everything.. well, for me it sure was. poly.....
firstly, i'd like to apologise for the failure of the previous gathering, and on the assumption that people were free, or actually made time for it, so yeah.
secondly, i'd like to congradulate everyone of you on ur As results and posting, esp girls who're starting sch in august or end of july. have fun, its year one.
thirdly, to all the NS guys out there, i love you still! ;) but hey hope we can really meet soon.
there are always stuff around you that are happening, people around you that are changing daily, things that do not remain the same. even time is not constant, its consistant, but are you sure?
its in the consistant effort of seeking out your friends, or at least people you consider friends, and find out how much they've changed, find out how well/badly they've been, i'm sure all of us have changed one way or another, new girlfriend/boyfriend, bestfriends/enemies, shoes to handbags, godknows, but when was the last time we actually did realise a change rather than a complying hi and bye? or that i'm waiting for you to start the convo, or i'm just too busy to start the convo, and then i'm too busy to keep up with that convo, (with teevee or whatnot?) then i'd not say bye to avoid ending the convo crudely, so i'd just end it abruptly. sweet.
its far more than heys hows life? great? good? oh by the way... bye...
from friends we're moved on to acquaintance, when are you going to forget my name? and by the way, if you now wonder if my surname is sae or not, we've gone to that extend already.
and it is not for me to plead, to beg to even ask
no one reads this anyway. so why bother? is it worth it? or shall i say, i've got enough at hand already? why busy myself more?
cos, its just in my blardly blood.
said 1t07 at 3:12 AM
dated 2/5/2005. 10:13:24 PM, my message history
a spoonful of sugar: hey hey!
mark: lets all pon sch on FRIDAY TO GO SENTOSA!!!!!!
night has fallen: haha
night has fallen: eff..
night has fallen: i got half day
a spoonful of sugar: *falls down* cannot la.. i haven't been in sch for abt 2wks liao, lol
that was definitely a t7 conversation.
and mark, yes, i'm the best right. fixed your archives. under the tagboard k, so it won't be in the way.. AND you threw away sth with my handwriting on it?? ok haha but I understand sigh.
guys, take care in NS :/
a spoonful of sugar: hey hey!
mark: lets all pon sch on FRIDAY TO GO SENTOSA!!!!!!
night has fallen: haha
night has fallen: eff..
night has fallen: i got half day
a spoonful of sugar: *falls down* cannot la.. i haven't been in sch for abt 2wks liao, lol
that was definitely a t7 conversation.
and mark, yes, i'm the best right. fixed your archives. under the tagboard k, so it won't be in the way.. AND you threw away sth with my handwriting on it?? ok haha but I understand sigh.
guys, take care in NS :/
said xiu * at 12:33 AM
Looking at these photographs,
everytime i see it makes me laugh,
everytime i see it makes me.....
or do they really?
LETTERBOXes. the flow with springcleaning.
i was cleaning my room just earlier. going through a plastic bag of things inside. and then as usual in spring cleaning, you come across many many old things, and then you decide whether to throw it away or not. LETTERBOX, if you can remember, appeared in that pile. it wrote on it, marksae, and with somevery familiar handwriting, please write me notes! it wasnt my handwriting, it was xiuf, cos i made someone else do it, and it always has to be xiuf. thats why i appreciate her soooo much.
LETTERBOX was something that was created only in that class, and distinctly ours to share. it was to write to each other things, saying nice things about everyone else. reminding each other how great they have been, thanking them for the every little thing that they did, just nice things. there wasnt a bad note that anyone found in their letter box. i can still remember it very clearly, each time we walked into class, the first time we'd do is check it, and it does brighten up our day.
childish acts, you may say, or so gay to some guys, but i beg to differ. i guess its with compliments and praises and appreication that we are able to live pass each day, humanly, happily, fully. and for a person who only hears abuses or nagative remarks will grow to become bitter and sad in life. people say a smile would brighten people's life, maybe so, but i guess a nice THANK YOU would really bring about a huge smile in a person's heart. i guess people say that praising would make a person's ego swell, but its moderation practiced. the ego only swells when praise is given out of proportion. yesh, i do agree that many people do things for the praise, but when they do not get the attention when they do something good to get the praise, it will have an adverse effect. you'd know what would happen. think about it. look at delinquents.
and as we grow, we have to grow out into reality, into the world of schemes and politics, of complications. if only the world was that simple, you say, i'd say so with you. but we never do realise that we were the ones who made it complicating? weren't we the ones who actually CONTINUED the tradition of politiking? weren't we as guilty as the other party that we are pointing our fingers at? weren't we making things complicated too? my mum used to tell me to be street wise. i hella got damn street wise, too streetwise for me own good. i'd read between the lines of what people say, i read into the intentions of every single thing, i'd size a person up with what he says. but life then started to get really complicating, really tiring. and i learnt one precious thing, why dont we just go back to the source? why don't we just go back to the whole start of things? well, simple, not that long ago, when we were born, CHILDISHLY we played with toys that could statisfy us, we'd play with a weasle that pops and makes us laugh, we'd play with our mother's fingers and laugh at the faces of some grown ups makin stupid faces at us. we didnt learn that these grown ups had motives for us when they made funny faces, there wasnt any intentions when we played masak masak with our bestfriends. there wasnt no complications.
it wasn't my mum's fault for teaching me the ways of this world early. human just began to become ugly. yesh, you may say that im shallow, you may say that just dreaming, im innocent, or even childish. but have you ever wondered how life would be like, not fearing someone would stab you in the back? how life would be like if you'd be appreciated for every single thing that you do? how life would be like, not worrying if the person beside you was to snatch your life, your wife, your money, your credits, your anything from you? and how life would also be like giving and taking and sharing and just loving? utopia, you'd say, a dreamland, something that i should actually stop thinking about now and getting on with life, with REALITY. the thing is that, people, they dream, they listen, they even long for it, but guess what? THEY DONT EVEN TRY.
for a while back then, i thought i had found my utopia. well, to me something quite close to it, if it wasnt. well, yesh we started trying to impress each other, but as time went by, things only seemed more clear, and the judging stopped, there wasn't any politiking, there was just one big clique. sounds familiar doesnt it? it sure does. there wasnt any complications, we just opened our hearts to each other, ourselves as well. WELL, WE LOST IT.
the LETTERBOXes were a good example of my utopian-ic world. there want a reason why something like that was there but just to encourage, just to show concern, even if it was an anonymous drop with 'are you ok?' and no one to tell NO IM NOT, it still made you realise that someone CARES, and someone actually notices that you aren't ok. with Love comes care, and with Love comes openness, with Love comes a hell lot of things that we could share together. even a friend Loves, and if everyone Loves, there would be an equal amount of giving and taking.
if we knew contentment, if we knew selflessness, if we knew Love, if we knew who God really was, Heaven would be in our midst. Utopia is even less than Heaven. Carl Marx had a great ambition, he had the dream of utopianism, he lacked an important factor, Love.
at the end. i accidentally tossed the LETTERBOX with the rest of the trash. it wasnt actually part of the trash, but something dropped on my leg and i got flustered as it messed my room i trashed everything into the plastic bag and tossed it. it hurts my heart, but thats the last of my dream of utopia. the representation of such a culture that was shared, if only the people were willing to keep things simple, if only they didnt want to complicate things, if only they'd want it so strongly still, the LETTERBOX wouldn't even be put in such high regard. its like a late loved one's belongings. it only gains sentimental value after the owner has passed.
still, IF ONLY, and what can be done about it? and what can be resurrected? something thats a Once Was will never be the same ever. even a replica is only a replica. fabricated to LOOK like the same. we all know, it'll never the same.
sorry i may sound a lil' harsh. but these are a words of me at 3 am in the morning. take some time the think about it.
when i said i gave up, and when did you ever know me as a quitter?
.Sensitive.Addictive.Emotions.
everytime i see it makes me laugh,
everytime i see it makes me.....
or do they really?
LETTERBOXes. the flow with springcleaning.
i was cleaning my room just earlier. going through a plastic bag of things inside. and then as usual in spring cleaning, you come across many many old things, and then you decide whether to throw it away or not. LETTERBOX, if you can remember, appeared in that pile. it wrote on it, marksae, and with somevery familiar handwriting, please write me notes! it wasnt my handwriting, it was xiuf, cos i made someone else do it, and it always has to be xiuf. thats why i appreciate her soooo much.
LETTERBOX was something that was created only in that class, and distinctly ours to share. it was to write to each other things, saying nice things about everyone else. reminding each other how great they have been, thanking them for the every little thing that they did, just nice things. there wasnt a bad note that anyone found in their letter box. i can still remember it very clearly, each time we walked into class, the first time we'd do is check it, and it does brighten up our day.
childish acts, you may say, or so gay to some guys, but i beg to differ. i guess its with compliments and praises and appreication that we are able to live pass each day, humanly, happily, fully. and for a person who only hears abuses or nagative remarks will grow to become bitter and sad in life. people say a smile would brighten people's life, maybe so, but i guess a nice THANK YOU would really bring about a huge smile in a person's heart. i guess people say that praising would make a person's ego swell, but its moderation practiced. the ego only swells when praise is given out of proportion. yesh, i do agree that many people do things for the praise, but when they do not get the attention when they do something good to get the praise, it will have an adverse effect. you'd know what would happen. think about it. look at delinquents.
and as we grow, we have to grow out into reality, into the world of schemes and politics, of complications. if only the world was that simple, you say, i'd say so with you. but we never do realise that we were the ones who made it complicating? weren't we the ones who actually CONTINUED the tradition of politiking? weren't we as guilty as the other party that we are pointing our fingers at? weren't we making things complicated too? my mum used to tell me to be street wise. i hella got damn street wise, too streetwise for me own good. i'd read between the lines of what people say, i read into the intentions of every single thing, i'd size a person up with what he says. but life then started to get really complicating, really tiring. and i learnt one precious thing, why dont we just go back to the source? why don't we just go back to the whole start of things? well, simple, not that long ago, when we were born, CHILDISHLY we played with toys that could statisfy us, we'd play with a weasle that pops and makes us laugh, we'd play with our mother's fingers and laugh at the faces of some grown ups makin stupid faces at us. we didnt learn that these grown ups had motives for us when they made funny faces, there wasnt any intentions when we played masak masak with our bestfriends. there wasnt no complications.
it wasn't my mum's fault for teaching me the ways of this world early. human just began to become ugly. yesh, you may say that im shallow, you may say that just dreaming, im innocent, or even childish. but have you ever wondered how life would be like, not fearing someone would stab you in the back? how life would be like if you'd be appreciated for every single thing that you do? how life would be like, not worrying if the person beside you was to snatch your life, your wife, your money, your credits, your anything from you? and how life would also be like giving and taking and sharing and just loving? utopia, you'd say, a dreamland, something that i should actually stop thinking about now and getting on with life, with REALITY. the thing is that, people, they dream, they listen, they even long for it, but guess what? THEY DONT EVEN TRY.
for a while back then, i thought i had found my utopia. well, to me something quite close to it, if it wasnt. well, yesh we started trying to impress each other, but as time went by, things only seemed more clear, and the judging stopped, there wasn't any politiking, there was just one big clique. sounds familiar doesnt it? it sure does. there wasnt any complications, we just opened our hearts to each other, ourselves as well. WELL, WE LOST IT.
the LETTERBOXes were a good example of my utopian-ic world. there want a reason why something like that was there but just to encourage, just to show concern, even if it was an anonymous drop with 'are you ok?' and no one to tell NO IM NOT, it still made you realise that someone CARES, and someone actually notices that you aren't ok. with Love comes care, and with Love comes openness, with Love comes a hell lot of things that we could share together. even a friend Loves, and if everyone Loves, there would be an equal amount of giving and taking.
if we knew contentment, if we knew selflessness, if we knew Love, if we knew who God really was, Heaven would be in our midst. Utopia is even less than Heaven. Carl Marx had a great ambition, he had the dream of utopianism, he lacked an important factor, Love.
at the end. i accidentally tossed the LETTERBOX with the rest of the trash. it wasnt actually part of the trash, but something dropped on my leg and i got flustered as it messed my room i trashed everything into the plastic bag and tossed it. it hurts my heart, but thats the last of my dream of utopia. the representation of such a culture that was shared, if only the people were willing to keep things simple, if only they didnt want to complicate things, if only they'd want it so strongly still, the LETTERBOX wouldn't even be put in such high regard. its like a late loved one's belongings. it only gains sentimental value after the owner has passed.
still, IF ONLY, and what can be done about it? and what can be resurrected? something thats a Once Was will never be the same ever. even a replica is only a replica. fabricated to LOOK like the same. we all know, it'll never the same.
sorry i may sound a lil' harsh. but these are a words of me at 3 am in the morning. take some time the think about it.
when i said i gave up, and when did you ever know me as a quitter?
.Sensitive.Addictive.Emotions.
said 1t07 at 3:01 AM
alright, wanted to post since christmas but i was always too lazy. i apologize :] anyways, it's SOOOO great to see this blog still up and running. like really heartwarming when i read all these recents posts... wow. 2 years has flown by isn't it?
today's e 13th of jan, and looking back, 2 years ago we would've just passed our first week together as a class; e start of a smashing time together! haha aHhhhHhh. i'm really excited :]
anyways, we gotta have one of our BIG gatherings again, when bing and jun and dan and all e army guys can make it, yea? in e meantime, happy working ya'll and i REALLY MISS YOU ALL!
-manda*
today's e 13th of jan, and looking back, 2 years ago we would've just passed our first week together as a class; e start of a smashing time together! haha aHhhhHhh. i'm really excited :]
anyways, we gotta have one of our BIG gatherings again, when bing and jun and dan and all e army guys can make it, yea? in e meantime, happy working ya'll and i REALLY MISS YOU ALL!
-manda*
said 1t07 at 1:20 PM