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Lily,17.




Friday, February 6, 2009

It had been a rather hectic week for me and its draining every bit of my energy away.
school term starts in jc and even before I realise, it had been almost three months since I had my O levels

I suddenly miss my secondary school life and friends. I felt abit ..nostalgic.
A part of me still clings on to the fragile memories of the past four years where I had spend my life, the eventful bittersweet years where all of us started off as strangers and ended up as die hard pals.