Merci Beaucoup

Thank you Mrs Nancy Phua. You might just have saved my life. Thank you for cluster training rooms, for air-con and good SSS mates. For courts to play and volleyballs to hit. Thank for coaches who don't shout when they get angry but run with you around the school to punish us. Thank you for the hot sun for chasing the rain away and making us all tanned. Thank you for team-mates to talk to. For cars to sit in, for Dads who drive the car. For nice drink stall uncles and for skytrains. For food in the canteen too. Thank you for arms and legs to receive spikes and to run. For TV to let me watch Drake&Josh, for a sofa to sit on. Thank you for Macbeth so I have to do a summary on it (@#%!) and computers to do powerpoint slides on. Thank you for Melissa who goes offline aruptly. For lights and this guy called Magni. For iTunes and water. For the fridge and handphones. For friends and family.

Thank you for blogs and blogger.

Most importantly, thank you for the word thank you, and thank you for letting me stay alive.


P.S: Oh, (thank you for P.S-es) I'm blogging like Hermux Tantamoq.