19th August 1977…
year of the ‘Golden Snake‘ …
a Lioness (Leo!)…
*ahaks* I’m 28 this year…
mum’s cooking, cake blowing… with my parents, siblings and of coz my hubby and my beautiful boys…
Age is just a number…. rite? ;op
Be like Wine… It always gets better with Age!
I love the phrase and I always share it with everyone…
highlight of my 28th birthday…
i got a beautiful gift from my mum-in-law! :o)
wow…. it has been 11 years now since I’ve left my high school days…
miss st. francis convent, from kindergarten to primary and lastly, secondary!…
miss mrs. sikawah’s cooking (canteen food!)… yum! yum!
*can u believe that i’ve actually gone back to have my lunch at our school canteen just to have the feeling back, how it was like during our good old days in pinafores…*
miss morning assembly…
*we are all the daughters of St. Francis, who were born with his spirit in our hearts, we stand tall and proud with St. Francis and uphold his name in everything we do…. Amare Et Servire is our motto… bringing meaning so beautiful and true, Love and Serve is our aim for tomorrow, days of trouble we’re sure to come through* … did i get the wordings correct? :op
miss classes…
*best memories of our high school days were in Form 4 Science II (1993) and Form 5 Science II (1994)… though i’m sure we were the living nightmare of some of our dear teachers* whoopsy!
most of all, miss my darlings friends… the special ‘SFConvent Batch of 1994‘!!!
janice blasius, marilyn siambun, deborah mojitoh, brenda loijin… a few of my very special bestfriends…
*they love me for what i am, in spite of my stupidity, sillyness = imperfection. real friends are rare, hard to find… and i love them forever…* :op
would like to share this with everyone who holds their own high school memories a special place in their hearts…
Friends in high school are forever young.
Unchanged, they’re where you always will belong.
The crowd is never gone, the pleasure stays,
The music of the moment always plays,
The time remains a field of wistful grace
To which you may return from anyplace.
Of course, you may still know them later on
When you are someone else and years have run;
And you may love them dearly, and they you,
But time must make their friendship something new.
Meanwhile, flourishing within your heart
There is a whole, of which you were a part:
A group of friends, one in love and pain,
In whom your longing comes alive again…
