When you sail across the ocean waters
And you reach the other side safely
Could you smile a little smile for me?
'Cause I'll be thinkin' about you
I'll be thinkin' about you
Could you smile a little smile for me?
'Cause I'll be thinkin' about you
I'll be thinkin' about you
Earth hath no sorrow Heaven cannot heal.
Despite having this hangover feeling - prolly from getting drunk with grief - I'm pretty much okay. Am learning to get over it, and to be thankful for what He has given me. After all, I've thought about it, and it's true; my results are merely a painful reminder of the past. It's a punishment for the shit I've done in Secondary School. I know now.
(If at this point of time you don't already know how it turned out for me, don't bother asking. I'm sick of those questions already. You're going to make me feel worse than I already do. And take my word for it, I will screw you over so bad. Basically, STAY AWAY.)
Results aside, am thankful for friends. On the way to school, Sam messaged me. He was encouraging and told me, "Don't worry because it will not take away the burden, but instead the strength for tomorrow". Thanks, Sam ♥
Also, was good to be back in Cedar. I miss the school so much - both place & people. Friends, teachers, juniors, values, stories, moments, practices, memories.. LIFE.
The new Prefects' Room (PR) is so nice,like twice the size!
EXCO and our coloured socks O:
& I miss taking photos of Eunice, Inez and Deborah like this,like how I used to.
Cedar's excellent results :](Click for enlarged view.)
4/O's table of -
My supposed EXCO Outing thereafter was a bit screwed up. Abi, Vicky and Arica all had other commitments so it was left with Sin, Jen, Ping and I. Caught the flick "27 Dresses" (actually we'd chosen it really because of Vicky but in the end she didn't come?!). Thought it'd be bimbotic but. Turned out to be pretty romantic [:
I teared at the end, when she got married. And it's pretty rare I actually cry at the movies, mind you. Well. P'haps it was just that I was already emotional yesterday, to begin with D:
I just miss EXCO, this much ♥& to You, my Stalker:
Sing me something soft,
Sad and delicate,
Or loud and out of key;
Sing me anything,
We're glad for what we've got.
♥♥♥
Sing me something soft,
Sad and delicate,
Or loud and out of key;
Sing me anything,
We're glad for what we've got.
♥♥♥