
Happenings that occurred eons ago are history, so what matters was yesterday, today and tomorrow. Travelling back to yesterday, I went up to the hall after Speech Day rehearsal. Despite the myriad times of saying or typing the phrase 'Speech Day rehearsal', it will soon become part of my memories. A pity it may be, but after all, this is life. So I was with Nabilah, Syafiqah, Syed and Naufal, along with 4/7. Apparently, we were awaiting for the grand opening of 4/7's cheer. Waited and waited, Han Bin and Adrie came up as well. All of us waited. Namira was like the center of attraction, all others were just flowers in the background. Oops. It was close to 1830 when Lahlaay, boyfriend and I went to Whitesands to dine. After much consideration, we laid a red carpet and sashayed into Burger King, making a grand entrance. What a spectacular sight. Syafiqah would go "What a Jean!"
After our meal, we decided to go to the beach. Akin to paupers who are friends of Oliver Twist, we walked all the way to the beach. Wonders of a nightfall.

Three of us sat at the breakwater. It was totally magnificent to me.
As I walk along, trails of love were left before. Straddling on railway lines that go the opposite direction. A train to board, another so not. Stardust falling as dusk enters. Owls sleeping, crickets crying. When ever will dawn arrive?
Something I find it cool would be my brother's Zara top. It has a really beautiful print, very random. The best part would be two prominent numbers, '4' and '6'! I wonder why..
I nearly gobbled down a bag of chips which no, I cannot do it. Imagine having chips fight, with bags of potato chips landing on people's head, bursting open with chips being thrown all over in the air. Xuan Jie and Jun Ming will then force open their mouths to the size of a hippopotamus's mouth, trying to have the chips flying in. As for Siska and Syafiqah, they would be singing in the rain( of potato chips). Anne and Shayne would be lifting up their shirt, attempting to catch them all. 4/6, trademark/ speciality, going out of pitch. Laugh!
(Le Reveil, Christian Coigny)
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