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It's all about us. We love us. All we really love was that, we are one. Always it will be so.
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We did grew up, didn't we?
Lets keep going. Never give up spirit. We can do it. If we believe, we can. Miss Chan said: Impossible is written as I'm possible.

I remember..
Sunday, October 19, 2008

Dear 2E'07,

How time flies, it's already coming end October.

Tomorrow is the Promotion & Retention Meeting for teachers...and since my form class is graduating this year, I won't be as tense/anxious/excited as when I had to prepare for your class' promotion/retention last year.

I Still Remember

I still remember the anxiety of stepping into 2E.
I still remember the pretty (yet sometimes vandalised) noticeboards.
I still remember where each of you sat.
I still remember your little habits when you sat in your seats.
I still remember the "oh-2E-behave-yourselves-during-FRCs" days.
I still remember the joys of 2E's wins, fun, jokes, and of course, the upsetting days.
I still remember...

I still remember the "Good News or Bad News" last year.
I still remember how you were anxious over your promotion last year.
I still remember the tone of your voices and the look on your faces last year.
I still remember how I was nagging, encouraging, screaming (did I?) last year.
I still remember...

I still remember the day I stepped into class and said, "Good News or Bad News?"
I still remember I said, "Remember these feelings so that you'll study hard next year."
I still remember that minute when I finally said...
"Good News, 2E'07 - all of you made it."

I still remember you all said you will work hard this year.
I still remember that I said the most important is to focus on N or O levels.
I still remember...

Do you remember?

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Thanks for the votes - really appreciate them.
Thanks for the great "Hi Ms Chan" whenever I walk pass your classes or in the canteen :)
Thanks for the warmth - you all never fail to brighten up my days.
Thanks for the memories.
Now, I really really really hope you had worked hard this year, and will make it for N levels next year.

The playful ones,
or I don't-know-what-happened-why-you-slacked-off-this-year,
the plain-lazy-and-lost-focused-people...
WAKE UP AND START BEING WORRIED!!!
IF YOU MADE IT THIS YEAR, WAKE UP AND SPEND YOUR HOLIDAYS WISELY!
ELSE, TRY TRY TRY TRY TRY TRY TRY AND TRYYYYYYYYYYYYY NEXT YEAR!!!!!

For those who tried your best but still missed out, I'm so sorry to hear that, but don't give up, we'll be supporting you, okay?

For those who did well and made it, CONGRATS ON THE GOOD NEWS!!!! WELL DONE!!!!!

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Chalet/BBQ: Thanks to Baojie & Jojo. Stay tuned on updates. Pass the msg around. We're trying to book one. Jojo is taking "attendance" about it...It'll be time to play and for us to catch up! :)
With love,
Miss Denise Chan