Well, its the end now. El-heaven h.
Not exactly. we can change things =p
Anyone?
Everyone?
The last week and the last moments.
KLM .
The window.
Gorgonzilla as Hoplessly Sanguine says. hah.
and her proto sheeeva. (repeat mode)..../......./.........
Free periods.
Crayons.
Crazy classes. *We were here, where were you? *
Crazier lunch breaks.
Crazy days :p

Spam?

I found a note. 
It fell from my head. And on my head. 


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Awwwww.
I will miss you.
And the desk, yes.
I have three to cherish.

Mucho Love,
XI H.

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=D

More than just a brick on the wall.

You could have been good.
And you could have been bad.
But XI H
You were among the best I ever had.

=] So Thank You.

For being such a pleasure.
For being more than another chamber in the factory.

You were hard to escape.But easy to breathe in.
And the air is welcome.As is the little of the sky that I could see from your window.Because classrooms tend to get claustrophobic.And the mind tends to wander.
Thank You for not being a drag.For showing me that not everybody has been corrupted by these white-washed walls.
And lastly,for that little more hope.

I shall remember.

PS.I leave my desk as inheritance.Something to remember me by.Hope you like it.
Much love,

Hopelessly Sanguine.

Some nice things.

El-heaven H *sigh*

So it was the last day.
Didn't feel like it though.
Not until 2:45.
When all I could do was to ignore the barrenness.
The result of an apocalypse (of sorts).
KLM is quite different from the world we (think we) know.
But this
Is inescapable.

I'm not getting emosanal.
I just don't want to go to Tw-hell-ve.
I just want to stay in that spot for some more time.
And take in a bit more of the love, the laughter, the color and the silence.

Now,
There are no cupboard-ful of memories.
No blog-ful of posts.
Just the tiny regret
Of being a little less open.
And a bit too closed...