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Saturday, September 1, 2007

♥ Walking thru Past

Unfamiliar place,
Unfamiliar pple,
Unfamiliar teachers..
heading back to my alma mata..
im glad to be once again stepping on the same street which i used to stroll to school everyday in the morning
the street name which my school is being named after.. sometimes i wonder would it be a different story now if my school were named 'winstedt secondary school' ?
what is left of my beloved school, i can even see the gallery from outside, which used to be camoflage by the general office and library
the demolishing-in-process building in a gap thru the fence

The one place i hate to bid goodbye to.....

Horrible feeling filled me as this year's teachers' day arrives, noe why?
cos i've got no alma mata to go back to. Now tat i truly understand tat feeling, tat feeling not everyone taste before.
Tat feeling of not belonging to anyting.
[opps! have i gotten a lil too emo? im sorry!]



♥ My thoughts portrayed ♥
12:31:00 AM

♥ MYSELF ;

    Every
    Moment
    Is
    Listed
    Yours

♥ Mix the words up.

♥ It took time to see ♥