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name: Ariel T♥
gender: Female

I'm:
Introspectively retrospect
& flawlessly flawed.
But I'm about as shallow as you are.







Why, do you want some flags?

How about buying a strank-ing cup of tea!

And why not buy some matching pipes while you're at it?

Saturday, April 14, 2007
This is a belated SYF post which I had intended to type it out on Wednesday, right after SYF. I didn't type this out because I knew I would be crying while I typed. It took me quite a few days to control my emotions and today I've finally got the courage to type this post.

We haven't gotten our results yet, but that's not the issue I'm concerned with.

I've been very sentimental lately. Reminisced about the past 2 years I spent in el and did some reflections, of course. Sigh.

I'm...

I don't know. I am glad that I managed to regain my passion. But I regret some things I did, some words I said. I feel lost as to what I should do. When the deed is done, there is a price to be paid.

I can't accept the fact that SYF is over in a matter of a mere 20 minutes. 5 months of preparations, 20 minutes to perform; 1 moment to shine.

I miss being on stage. I miss acting the scenes over and over again. I miss hanging out with "my gang" and practising our laughs and movements. I miss the whole process. I miss the pains of juggling both drama and debates. I miss the fun I had everytime I put on my costume. I miss that slight fear of Renee everytime she attempts to put makeup on me. I miss poking fun at BO boy. I miss jumping around. I miss LT1. I miss EL. I miss everyone in EL. I miss the cast, the crew. Everyone. Every moment.

Like Grace, I wish I could turn back time. If I had the power to do so, I would turn it back. All the way when I first started. All the way back in sec 1. I would change what I could. Change everything. Change the chain of events. I would.

Waimin is right. When you've lost it before, you'll treasure it even more.




holiday homework!

Dynamics
Models, Measurements & Vectors
Work, Energy & Power

Dynamics of Rotational Motion

Pressure & Pressure changes
Thermal Properties of Matter & Kinetic Theory
Specific heat capacity & Latent heat
General properties of waves
Geometric Optics
Assignment 14 A
Assignment 14 B
Assignment 15
Assignment 16 A
Assignment 16 B
Yalta & Potsdam Conferences
"Iron Curtain" Speech
Containment Policy
Truman Doctrine & Marshall Plan
Berlin Blockade
NATO & Warsaw Pact
11 7 chinese essays
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