The One Where I'm Broke Credit-Wise..

..so i'm not able to thank the boardmembers and Pn. Phang for all the help they - and she - willingly chipped in for Pn. Ti's farewell. The cake, the inviting the past presidents, the cupcakes, the spaghetti, the re-heating of my meehoon (eventhough it ended up kinda gooey), the pretty jello, the drinks and ice, the serviettes and garbage bags (that we forgot we had), the chicken curry, the cornflakes, the tablecloth, the camera, the paper plates, the plastic forks+spoons, the ushering the Rotarians in and out, and homg the mug and card for teacher T.T

(thankyous're in no particular order and really sorry if i forgot anyone i was damn awkward during the whole thing cos i was scared someone was gonna make me make a speech and if that happens i know i'll start speaking in sobs after like two sentences)

Eventhough it seems/looks/is gonna be really difficult without teacher around, and we're most probably getting a new teacher advisor who doesn't know what a Rotarian is (omg shoot me please) - we'll be okay. One way or another.

=)

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You know something's off when you spend 3 hours customizing your history notebook and Little Miss Giggles is on the cover.

You know something's off when you'd rather read Archie comics than something a little more intellectually-beneficial.

You know something's off when you start watching old Garfield & Friends episodes on Youtube.

You know something's really off when you realise how much you resemble said cartoon show character from his laziness to his need of caffeine for survival.

Excuse me while i dawdle through my second childhood. The behaving like i'm fifty and 'too matured' (wth Andrew) has finally gotten to me. Whee.