I decided to change my blogskin to something that is neater. Navigate by clicking on the different blocks on the picture.

Those who are more observant will notice sth more than what it appears in my previous post.
I'm sad- not because i can't get used to jc life or what.
But because the past was wonderful
The following is a short account of my vibrant and crazy upper secondary school life.

Those silly fights over whose elbow pushed beyond boundaries;
the childish conflicts over who was the real copycat;
our numerous shopping trips and photo taking;
proudly declaring a war with wen shen- armed with mirrors;
how we interrupted lessons with our crazy jokes;
how pt and i used to miss nearly every pe lesson and afternoon assembly;
how pt, sl and i used to pull yu sheng's ears;
the way we fought hard to snatch a seat from twins in the geography room (and we always emerged victorious);
how we used to step on each other's shoes;
how we laughed at yu sheng's bigger-than-normal ears;
the way we gossiped about the thief in our class;
how pt and i drew our chem teacher and exhibited the portraits of her;
how sl and i debated over who was skinnier (fine i'm);
fighting over the title of 'high quality eraser';
bringing all the red stuff to counter the curse;
imitating teachers' style;
coming up with stories of mayonnaise and cai ji chicken rice uncle and the western rice uncle;
stories of krishnan and susheela, stories of pink golem and ba zhang (yes its dumpling), stories of teachers;
Where we spent every recess together joking, laughing, talking and imagining...
And cunningly took photos of each other in the worst shot,
And lots more...
All these weave together to form a beautiful and everlasting memory...

Chern Ping
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