Year 8B.
Year 8B.
year.
eight.
bee.
I can say this again and again, and would love every minute of it. Well in my head that is, cause like if i said it out loud then it would be weird and someone would think i need mental help or something.
When I say "year 8B" the first picture that comes to mind is
Chuck Norris our ambuyat moment. I don't know about you guys but that was the one moment I truly connected with 8B. And I know I'd look at the pictures in the future and smile like an idiot staring. Like this :) with eyes staring big as this O.O
Year 8B as cheesy as this sounds, you guys are like my biological family. This huge partner that has to go through the shit I go through.
My second help. The crew to the play. The ladeee to the ladaaaa. The Paul McCartney to John Lennon. The discount card to the way too pricey shop.
You guys are like my plan B. HAHA GEDDIT? B?
(a perfect example of an epic failure joke during a heartbreaking moment.) (HAHA NINA GOT OWNED!)
When all has failed I turn to my class. And so do they in-their-moment-in-needs. Ofcourse, we weren't all saints. We had our wars of course but they only lasted like what? 1 day? haha.
Right now I'm listening to the Austin Powers Theme Song.
I don't know how I ended up listening to that. I'm gonna change the song 'cause its a huge turn off compared to how emosi this post is getting. Owh great its stuck. The mouse is doing that thing that means its loading.
This is fabulous *does the Paula Abdul clap above my head* . Here I am typing a miserable post about how much Im gonna miss year 8B and then the Austin Powers Theme song decides to get stuck on my iTunes playlist. This is why i hate being on REPEAT song mode. You know im going to stop clicking the iTunes window.......it seems to be slower the more I click.
(back to heartbreaking post zone)
Right now Im still in this happy sappy mood. But the realization of no-more-8B is finally starting to kick in through my fuzzy brain. And in a month or two, it will have finally sunk deep below in me and I will feel a pang of longing. The feeling I tell you, is not something I look forward to experiencing. But atleast I know I won't be alone when I go through that phase, atleast i know there is 25 other students out there who feel the same way. Please tell me you're gonna miss 8B. Because if you do the 1 or for some of you 2 year friendship we built was worth spending.
Right now we can't exchange goodbyes because we don't miss each other yet. Well maybe a little.
We can't do "i-will-miss-you" hugs because its not time to yet.
We're still living in denial (well most of us).
I'm still living in denial.
I still think next year I'm going to walk 4 stairs up the last block and to the classroom with hari-raya envelopes stuck in a circle on the door.
I still think that next year during french, the door will open will this loud creak that seems to piss off everybody and make Roberto sigh the huge sigh I have grown use to.
I still think that I have to come up with a very smart excuse to convince my geography teacher to let me send in my homework tomoro instead of the due date which would be that day.
I still think the bathroom will only be a few classes away during uhh times-in-need.
I still think I have to erase that Pac Man maze I drew on my table before my teacher sees it.
SEE. IM IN DENIAL.
which is pretty pathetic.
so, year 8B bear with me here. I want you guys to type down a blog post on this blog. Just like the ones previously before mines. Tell me your top 10 favourit moments or what you will miss about 8B or whatever.
It would make the longing weigh so much lighter. Because when I suddenly miss you guys, atleast there would be something to hang on and read.
This blog and its blog posts.
Maybe someday we'll be smarter.
I'm going to dedicate the song "With a little help from my friends by The Beatles" to year 8B.
For the last time I will appear on blog posts of this blog,
Nina Saiful (: