Science Centre trip :)




Last Friday was the official last day of school!!! Yaay! Now here comes the sad part: We still have lessons. {crying} But hey, good thing is that the school year is officially OVER! Wahaha~ Oh hang on, if school's out, doesn't it mean that I WON'T SEE 'Edward'?? {more crying}

Ok, I really need to cheer up before I flood this whole area XP So... We went on a trip to our dear old science centre! Yay! ^^ 13 of our classmates volunteered to go, which is actually really good turnout seeing that the other 2 classes didn't have as many people going, and I heard that they had to be forced to go. Well, too bad, suckas! {Okay, sorry. I can't help being random.} XP

We got on the bus, and our class was so hyper!! I'm not exaggerating here, you could practically feel the dark aura of the other 2 classes at the front of the bus. Creeepy... Who knew that beansprouts could be emo? XD Anyways, we were clowning around, and taking all sorts of random pictures of everyone in our class (minus 'Benjamin', who is the unofficial class loner. Its pretty sad to see him so emo, but whenever I try to chat with him I always end up debating with him. -.-) So I've already added some of our pics in, the rest will have to go up the next time I blog (cos right now is not a really good time for me to be blogging but I'm blogging anyway cos I've really wanted to go blogging for so long already) XP Not to mention that I'll talk about how Halloween was for me last Saturday. One word: fun. XD



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