One last look,
one last cry,
one last attempt
to capture those memories.

the day of graduation ceremony
i walked around the fourth level to take photos
i looked into our classroom,THE classroom
where we sang birthday songs,
practised oac campfire item,
choreographed the "accidentally in love" dance
cried over our results,
rejoiced over achievements
and saw the emptiness in the classroom without us.
4IGNITE'o7
thank you for the memories((:


graduating means one thing.
o levels are near.
we panic, we mug, we cram
to get that 6points
to do ourselves justice and the school proud.
nobody is an exception.
occasional breaks warrants guilt
but somehow,
equally as important to me,
is to patch the holes i made.
friendships gone wrong,
mistakes that i made
and hearts i broke.
looking back, the list seems long,
doing it will take my all,
but try i will, until i've been slammed in the face.





i'm not giving up.
no matter how many times you push me away.
until you tell me for sure
that you want no memories of our friendship
and me out of your life.