im back into depression. as im reminiscin bout the old days. pri.1, everything was freakin innocent and happy. no complicated school politics and stuff. no nothing but playing. in pri.1, when we're happy, we're truly happy, when we cry, we're crying over small things. innocence. how sweet the innocence had been. as i grow up, cant believe what i used to be, the naughty girl making all the maids cry. my bro when he was pri.6, put his used underwear over the maid's head and stuff. it just makes me cry thinkin about the happy past i used to have. truly, being in an IJ school, really quite different. its bitchy, but after all, it isn't that bad. cause IJ friends are really friends for life. i felt the warmth yesterday. my betrayer consoled me. the 4 house captains together, backstage, talking to each other about olympic day. its great. here's the lyrics for IJ dream. i partly forgot some of them.
IJ spirit burning bright,
fill our heart with love and light.
Light that shines for all to see,
love that sets our spirits free.
IJ friendships through the years,
born of simple joys and tears.
Something tells us deep inside,
IJ friends are friends for life.
Hold on to our dream,
of peace dont stop believing,
our heart and hands,
ever seeking ever serving,
Hold on to the sound,
of our friend all joyously singing.
......
then dont know le...but seriously. i looove that song. memories.. sweet sweeet memories.
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