In case you guys are wondering why and how on earth these 37 individual managed to come as one, we are all part of a highly functional class, 4B residing in a highly disfunctional school. We have many talents in our class, feedback always comes back as "a pleasure to teach!". 4B is the unusual unition of 37 fun loving and H**** people. We have been together for close to two years, and all we can say is, I'M LOVING IT.
The time is now, the place is here. Stay in the present. You can do nothing to change the past, and the future will never come exactly as you plan or hope for.
- Dan Millman
4B got talent!!!!! Eunice. Well, she is a borned dancer. Kee Loke, saw him danced for BB. Know that he can dance. Top. I little suprised but it does not clash with my impression of him BUT BUT BUT.... MEGAWATI!!!! Gosh.. she can dance! Well done girl! *sorry.. the person in the video looks like Marini*
Had the urge to pen down some words.
MEMORY BOX
Secondary school life is a box full of items of memory. These are the items that I have in my box:
Autograph book/photos - it reminds me of the friendships build that will last for life. Eraser - it reminds me of the mistake that I have made but chances are given for me to change and improve Baton - it reminds me of the the challenges, roles and responsibilities that I took up as a sprinter. It also reminds me of the teamwork that I have experienced. Medals and certificates - it reminds me of the hardwork, tears and stress that I have to go through to achieve success in running. Tissue paper - it reminds me of the tears that I have shed over over friendship, over quarrels, over the loss of precious ones and over the stress that I experienced. Uniform - the journey of searching for my own identity and the purpose in life speech bubbles - the chit-chat cum gossip sessions that I have with my friends Hugs - the warmth and love that my friends and I share
You will have your own items that you will pack nicely inside the box called that you will constantly open up for a little laugh 1 year, 2 years, 5 years, 10 years and 50 years later.
Before you start packing them into the box, you are left with one important item - you O'level certificate. My cert reminds me of the scoldings and nagging that I receive from my teachers, the cane strokes that I had on my palm, the progression from standing on the floor to chair to table, the waking up in the middle of the night crying, the staying up late or waking up early to revise for papers, the hand-written notes that I still have with me and most importantly, the perseverance and satisfaction when you know that you ahev tried your best.
When I looked back, I am satisfied with my secondary school life. Will you be? Have you tried your best? Have you tried your VERY best? 1 year down the road when you open up your box, will you have any regrets? I do not want you to have!
