This used to be blue and white.


Okay. Bad lighting.


Contingent parade! Sports day! Sexy cheerleaders!


Reminds me of our morning jog. (Read: Hiding in the toilet, or anywhere away from Susan Lim)


St Nicks is our home. Really.


What would I give to experience this again. I miss my file. My pencil case.


Forum


This is prolly why I have paedophillic tendencies. Cute primary sch girls in cute pinafores everywhere.


Turtle pond.


Trampoline in the gym! Our playground!


Orange bowl. The reason why we went back St Nicks in the first place.


So lonely. I talk to myself. Can only hear my own echo in response. I talk to myself. But in my head I'm actually talking to someone. I talk to myself. Strangers on the street stare at me.

That day I saw her sunny smile. It was more like an impish grin. For a flitting moment, I'm guessing probably an illusion, my sepia world splashed with colours. The whirring of the fans became louder. My heartbeat at sync with the music in my head. Her sheer radiance. Peaceful and innocent.

The weather is so hot, the heatwaves are blinding, even my buttcheeks are sweating, I'm getting a headache. UK winters will do me good!

This is no place to try and live my life.

THANK YOU GRACE FOR MR CHICKY! When I received the parcel, I was so touched! :) I think he should be Mr Cheeky instead. Cos when I change in the room, he nv cover his eyes.