As I am sitting here blogging, I realise that it has been nearly 3 months since I haven't gone to church! My mum and sister are currently at church now. Sian. I will go to church after O's. Maybe go to every church in Singapore to experience mass there. Haha (: Anyway shut up la Norman its not as if you're some beacon of holiness, you fucker whole day say I unholy.

So far O's hasn't been too bad, I hope. Plus our CPE is a pervert, and he has speech defiency. And he sucks.

Chemistry Paper 2 is tomorrow.

No kick, jusssst. Anyway good luck everyone. People who come to this blog sure get distinction.

As I spend my final days in school, I find myself longing not to leave it. Why is it human nature that we often take things for granted until we are about to lose it, then we try our best to treasure it? Never in my wildest dreams that I would think I would miss Catholic High, so what the fuckz.

Anyway today Mrs Chew let us study in the Staff Room at 7.30 in the evening, Kai Sheng and I had alot of fun looking at pictures of many teachers, and also Mrs Yap's daughter yay. Also, Jason Choong that fucking failure in life and I were in Paris, using Brian's Macbook.

Catholic High, my school for the past ten years passed out of my life today.

Yeah, I'll still be going to school tomorrow and next week, but we'll never come together as an entire class for lessons today. I have mixed feelings about that, like a part of me can't wait to leave, but yet there's still a part of me that will miss 4-7. Anyway Graduation was fun, all the fun stuff that could be done was done. Then there was class dinner, which Lewis fucking vomited on my neck. But I forgive him because I love him.



And Mrs Yap is the best form teacher I've ever had, for good and sensible reasons.

Today marked the last day of experiencing a Physical Education class in Catholic High. So GKY, wanting to savour his last precious moments with us, tried to reprimand some of us for hair and tried to click with us and talk to us. Anyway he failed spectacularly, no one wanted to give a shit about him.

Even so, I still feel a sense of nostalgia. Gone are the days in which we never looked forward to PE, gone are the days that PE made us quake with fear, gone are the days in which we have to line up on the track with high socks and neat hair that looks like its very short but actually its so fucking long because it hasn't been cut in 3 months. No wonder today we kept scaring each other with false calls about Kee Yong terrorising the Sec 4 level.

Until Wei Ping and I saw him outside the HOD room after Geography.

Its October!

SOON I'LL BE LIBERATED, FREED FROM THIS NIGHTMARE, FREE FROM THE TORMENT, THE STRESS, THE PRESSURE.

Until then, I have to study. So bye.