Yearbook Photos of 2008

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I miss you, mates! :(

I miss the times we spent together. All the mess we made, all the things we did; nothing in this world can ever replace that. Despite the fact that most of us go to different schools now, I still hope that one day, us, monkeys of 3B 2008 will reunite and conquer the world. Ha!

I just love you guys :)

This photo does not do any justice! I look fat. Fat fat fat. What were they thinking when they decided to include my gay face in this section?! Everybody else looks good here while I look retarded.

It's not fair, ya'know  -__-

Eye Candies

Give me these, and I'll cherish you with all my heart  :)

Think About It

"When you were young, you are so naive and innocent. You don't need to know things, people will be there for you and protect you; somehow now, we gotta handle things by our own... however when you look back, these people still will be there for you and support you." - Catherina Wong

Ha ha He he Hu hu

You don't wanna mess with my nerdy side :P

I am blogging this merely because I don't feel so good and just in case this is my last blog post, you'll remember my existance and the fact that I'll haunt you when I cross-over.

Ha ha, you think I am kidding? :P

My weeks have been pretty hectic. With the swine flu going around, only makes things worse. I was absent last week (as in, the whole week) due to stomach cramps. And also because I wanted to avoid H1N1 for a week. Stoopid.

So basically, I missed a week's worth of lessons. How am I going to catch up with that, you ask? -- I don't know/ Yet to figure out how/ Not going to/ *insert lame excuse here*

The moral of the story is,

Don't suck on limes when you know your period is coming and don't be stupid by avoiding the swine flu. It'll come after you anyway :P

Darn You, Blood-Sucking Beast

I have been trying to kill a mosquito for 2 hours now.

Everytime I raise my hands, it just dissapears and I can't find it anymore.

But when I stop looking for it, it just reappears in front of me in a sort of "ne ne ne, you can't catch me" vibe.

Simply put it this way;

The shitty mosquito is challenging me.

This.Means.War.

The Photo Says It All

Life, Oh Life

I think my family members secretly wish that I am girly girl (Or if not, the little girl I used to be who was obsessed with skirts, sky-high heels and dresses). They have always allured me into buying halter tops, baby doll dresses and high heels. But they never really work. Hah.

Ok, so, I am not a girly girl. I don't wear minis and heels. I don't like dresses and spaghetti tops. I like graphic tees, jeans, sneakers, sandals.

What is the big deal?

That I dress like a tomboy? That people might think that I am a "wild child"?

If yeah, then they should just go eff themselves.

Never EVER judge a person by how he/she dresses. You'll never know who that person really is if you keep making interpretations based on how he/she looks.

That is just unfair. You are unfair if you do so.

I am not typing this to be "emo" but I just wish that people would see things at a different perspective and not be too rigid.

If a little girl prefers geeking up in front of the computer rather than playing with her Barbie doll, then let her. If a teenager wants to become a teacher, then let him. Don't just push him aside because you want him to become a lawyer.

Life is all about choices, experiments. It gives us a chance to explore it in ways we would have never imagine. No one should live in a box. Go out and see the world, try different things, and find out who you really are.

'Cause when you find that piece of you that somehow has been missing, you'll know, it was worth the troubles you went through ;)

Ok, so tell me, how did "the way I dress up" turn into some sort of philosophical life entry?