heyheyheyheyheyheyheyhey.....!! i've got the Good Progress Award!! [ or izzit the Best Progress Award?? aiyar, heck lar.. ] for the second time in my life!!! and God knows how i managed to get the award when i dun even see the progress in any of my work.. unless the skool system got something wrong.. haha..
still, i veri happy that i got the award.. S$150 leh.. got extra pocket money le.. gonna go collect the money from skool after the upcoming class chalet.. cos i can collect it during office hours after 27 Dec.. cant wait to go skool..
darn, i feel sad again..
in the past, i loved going back to fairfield for 3 reasons; first, i would never miss the chance to have a look at him.. second, i need to study for heaven's sake.. third, cos i loved the skool..
i dunnoe why i fell in love with fairfield.. maybe it's cos i've got the loyalty - been in dover for ten years - maybe cos it's my shelter.. maybe it's cos of the wonderfully dedicated teachers.. but i know the one good reason why i should hate it; i got called a "fat bitch" in there. in sec one, i got BAD hair - i know myself veri well - sec two and three were the "hell" years.. sec four was the "crying" year.. i called it as a ''crying'' year cos i cried alot.. ALOT. i cried out of pain, hurt, hatred and unwlillingness. pain = i was an outcast, hurt = my wounds from sec two and three have never healed [till now], hatred = towards everything, and unwillingness = i didnt wanna leave fairfield.. now, i still am crying, now for only one reason, i cant bear to put down all the memories and the feelings i have for mr wee..
