sigh.
so many things i wanted to say, so little time to do so.
monday. we went to waffletown and sat arnd, talking, grabbing on to that slippery rope for hope and friendship. it was the most complete class outing ever. EVER. with 22 people there.
and on tuesday. the rope broke at 8 am.
no one had any mood for classes, and no one cared.
we went to orchard... went to cine, heeren ngee ann city.
dragged around heavily laden hearts and sat at yoshinoya in deafening silence and forced smiles.

and then there was today.
stepping up to the class bench, seeing how coldly empty it was.
fifteen bags where twenty five used to be.
we're one of the hardest hit class, apparently.
and we just damped our tissue in remembrance, the untold burden hanging over our heads.
and after a while it just gets numbed.
ive done my crying already, at the airport with xinhui, missing jooxiang, evan.
i think i might just get use to heartbreak, if shirlene goes.
i think id just cry... im dreading the news.

goodbye jingren. zuohou. wenjun. meisiew. kaiying. sirui. weiying.
im so gonna miss levina. and paul. so so much.
goodbye, my memorable first 3 months with its incessant ups and downs.
and had i been fool enough, id not say that i love my class. '

but, the reason for my heart of a hundred glass pieces, is my choir.
i love it, all of it, the people, to music, the sound, the friendship.
i dont know how i'll survive, when louis goes, when shuhui goes, WHEN SHIRLENE GOES.
you've nv seen me die inside before have you?
this may be a first.

and it doesnt help that my homework is piled sky high.
i thank miss steph-song lookalike for helping me with econs.
i think if i stay, id stay the combi for her class. really.