When you have absolutely nothing to do…you think.Well…that’s what I do.

Blame it on the fact that we literature students think too much..well..we have to, dig deep into the poem to find the meaning, trying to guess what the poet is thinking of while he is writing the poem and find the double meaning of it or more often than not, the paradox or the oxymoron of it(okay,it’s almost the same thing).But I shall not bore you with the nuts and bolts of Literature, it’s a subject you can easily fall in love with.

What I have been thinking about these few days..is 5G..my utterly loveable class(yes, of cos I am biased about this =) ).I will miss them soo much. They make class really very interesting-if not I think I would have died of boredom a long time ago.And looking through my old class pictures, I just realized quite a number of them had been in the same class with me since sec 1(11 of the 1F’03 people are in my class now..soo cool!), that’s quite unbelievable cos there is only 25 people in my class. The guys maybe childish most of the times but it can be surprising how they can be a gentleman at times.Besides, their crazy antics are damn funny la and it adds up to the funny-ness when they start inventing something and a perfectly normal song turns wacky. And there is our recess disco-which is well…illegally but we do it anyway, blasting music from DK’s ipod…till the teacher comes that is. And many many other things that will seem utterly stupid and childish if I type them here but to me make perfect sense. Kamini tells me she is envious of my class and only now do I get why. I’m not bragging here but I think my class have a pretty good bond(must be from those physics lessons.HAHA.)and we are pretty much united. I have gotten soo used to seeing them everyday for the past 4/5 years that the feeling is pretty much weird now. Sure, we will have more class outings in the future but that can’t be compared to sitting in class with them everyday from 7:15am-4:30pm. Yet another thing I had taken for granted..you know the saying from the song, before it’s too late, “nothing is real till it’s gone”.