Wednesday, September 2, 2009

The boys and girls that you do not know.











FYP mates.



Chem class.



There goes Year 3's semester one. Admist the drama, stress, excitement, tention, politics, extremely tough calculations, friendships, love, boredom, cold and hard feels, circuits and whatever else. It comes down to the grades thus far and the final semester before adulthood.
Goodbye memos, that is what it will only be.
The holidays would be so much better without math. Oh wells.

Dafted and reflected by - Truth in the lies and his quotes inside. at 9/02/2009 12:45:00 PM

2 comments:

Baby Sin Yee =)) said...

Hey love, finally this semester is over, and there goes the FYP1 and the fear that we talked about before the start of each semester! Haha. And yes is finally over and there come semester 2 together with fyp2 and there go the fear, time and alot of things.
Do up well for the coming semester and your exam coming october! All the best with my luck =)
Misses you and tight hugs! Loves <3

September 3, 2009 at 9:08 PM
Truth in the lies and his quotes inside. said...

You did more than great for your fy! More pats on your back! Neat.

Yeah, final semester! Yes time and loads of stuff. But thanks so much for following me through and through. Back at you!

Hugs.

September 14, 2009 at 5:35 PM

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