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peirce.. has become a 2nd home 4 me.. even though it is quite far frm my home. i travel there back and forth everyday without any complaints..
ya.. like mr yeo said.. we hav spend a quarter of our life at peirce..for me, my laughters and tears also increased by a huge leap the day i stepped in peirce, and it carried on in tis 4 yrs.. frens coming in and out of my life during tis period of time.. and only a few remains as my frens, how i wish i had known more frens during my 1st 2 yrs in peirce.. how i wish so.. those memories.. haizz.. has alr been carved deep on my heart..
peirce is where i grow.. where i mature.. where i change.. where i was happy once.. and where my tears was..
i cant believe i will be using it as a stepping stone to succeed in my life.. it cant be jus a stone!!
i will miss my teachers, the canteen, frens,class, mos of all PEIRCE! T.T