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Saturday, January 24, 2009 @ 2:19:00 AM
`last day of year 1 = 10 wks school hols

HOORAY !
10 WEEKS SCHOOL VACATION STARTS NOW !

Kind of sad to depart from my classmates.
We can't be in the same class in yr 2 already. ):
w45r, i'll miss you. (: loves.

Last day of Year 1 is damn slack.
Its our Communication module.
The facilitator is great, we feel that he's the best facilitator ever.
He made today's work really easy for us.
Instead of sticking to the problem statement on creating a game for a family blablabla,
he wants us to draw on the paper to visualise on WHAT changes our life till who we are today.
(Snapshot of my sketching will be uploaded later)
We are dismiss earlier for our break out 1 which is 10am.
Supposed to be back for meeting 2 at 11am-12pm.
then break out 2 at 12pm.
However, facilitator told us theres no meeting 2.
Which means our break is damn freaking long. 10am - 2.30pm! ;D
We spent our time slacking, chit-chatting and hanging around.
When I'm starting to get close to my classmates, its the time we're gonna be separated. LOL.

During meeting 3, which is our presentation time, its 'EMO' session.
We sat in circle, and everyone take their turns to share what they've sketched.
There goes many many freaking sad stories from my classmates.
It's reminds me of the Adam Khoo's courses I've attended during my sec sch days. HAHA!

"From the faces I've always seen in class seems to be lovely, cheerful and happy people.
Never did I thought that what happened in their own lives would be casted on them.
In my eyes, they really looked so fine and so good.
Everyone has their past which noone can ever predict what had happened.
In fact, every single stories that they shared today really makes my heart feel uneasy and upset.
I sincerely hope everyone's pain would subside.
I would pray extremely hard to bless every single one of them safe and happy."

Dearest classmates(w45r),
No matter what's gonna happen in future, stay strong. Life still has to go on.
There may be someone who you love whom may not treasure/cherish you as much as you do, but don't forget there's still many people who loves you besides them.
There may be ups and downs in your life. Regardless if its related to family, friends, health, education etc, be optimistic. Look at the brighter side and things will be better.
Take care classmates. Meet up soon !

Loves,
Joycelyn

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