the wilful days are over.. all in just a few hours. in a matter of minutes, we were changed. seconds later we were up and performing. the clap of the audience was heard when we bowed. 10 minutes ago, we were shaking hands with mr albert, proudly receiving the booklet from his hand. and now, everything is over. walking down the staircase, hearing ppl saying "keep in touch", "friends forever"... im sure they oso know it themselves that its sure theres gonna be one day when we will stop talking to one another, we will have no time to talk to one another, we will..... secondary skool to me is jus like changing an enviroment. maybe im jus not emotional enough to understand how they feel. things are gonna change. diff friends, diff topics, diff mindset, diff angle of perception. all u have to do is to adapt. we are going to change. no doubt. im jus telling ppl the truth here. there is no forever. it only happens in fairytales. my results had 2 impact on ppl round me. ppl in skool saying i had too MUCH church actitvities. u see they use the word much. not many. but i noe im doing the right thing. persevering on in what i think is right. they kept blaming me. y i had to join tat activity, why i had to do tis, why i had to do that. im fed up. i dun care. even if i fail, i dun care. even if i go sembawang sec, i dun care. cause no matter wad i get, they blame. blame me. on the other side, ppl were saying not bad. on the other side, were encouraging friends. friends tat did not care what results i got, friends tat know when im sad, what i was feeling. they are to be mentioned. of course. church friends. my best friends. those who kept the fire burning in me. not others who throw buckets of water into my passionatly burning flames. i would hate them. ppl round me getting better grades than i, all surrounded by ppl praising them. fake. going to cherograph the cheerleading for camp later. dun have the feeling to do it. i lost the groove, lost energy, lost the mind to think. i just never thought the last day in skool will end up like tat. HATE tis day!