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Friday, November 13, 2009
family bbq
updated @ 2:25 AM


it all started when we found charcoals left from dont-know-when in the PE room and so my partner-in-crime decided to hold a bbq at the end of that stressful friday after 6pm with our tired and oily looking faces. the number of turnouts didnt matter at all for the company we had that evening was enough to bring the school down that our oooooo-mmmmmm even had to remind us to lower our 'volume'. like duh. it's the only time we could actually let our hair down and just be ourselves. one of our family members are getting married in a week's time and the topics we yakked about were oh so kinky. it seemed the bride just could not WAIT. Lol! twas' fun though being around them, knowing that we're just normal beings afterall. not slaves. =)

as they said, it's the last good ol' moments at our old school. and that's pretty sad. i've been there since i was seven and it will be revamped into a brand new school soon. hmm. but let's look at the bright side, shall we? in two years' time, the kids will be hyped and motivated enough to learn in a conducive environment where almost everything is AVAILABLE and brand new. =) 7-storeys high. they were so looking forward to that BUT the teachers kinda errrr, say again? 7-storeys? and there we were praying silently that the class we are going to teach wont be somewhere above 3rd storey. heh.









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