The days spent muggin on our textbooks in the classroom till late evenings
The nagging we suffered TOGETHER..Side by side
The empty promises we made to come for extra classes
They are all fresh in my memory
I don't where to start if some one were to ask me what I remember abt 4C
may be its
-the Pei Hua eraser incident with Mr Song
-me screaming at the whole class abt the class cleanliness
-Ms Loo moodswings which we suffered most as we are her form class
-Juffri's ass munching jokes
-Izwan's dangdut songs n dancestep (which he transmitted to Trevor)
-Adilah vs Izwan braburning catfight
-Having 2/3 or triplets in the class
-couple of the class Aini & Imran which was later replace by Qian Wee & Ong Teh
-the fact that Imran frm 3C/4C will 4ever remain as my first love n my heartbreaker
-The Wife wannabe + Super loud +4 ever sms-ing/sleeping in class =Chee Sim
-The always SMILING & SLACKING Jazren (she will always pass..damn!)
-The suicidal classmate Hung EE
- The "Assalammualikum Malay Teacher"
-The "Apple times orange = apple orange" Add Maths Teacher
.......................................(Cant stop)
I just can't get them out of my head
I suddenly miss them
N our daily pow-wow

Class 3C of 2004
And so we talked all night about the rest of our lives
Where we're gonna be when we turn 25
I keep thinking times will never change
Keep on thinking things will always be the same
But when we leave this year we won't be coming back
No more hanging out cause we're on a different track
And if you got something that you need to say
You better say it right now cause you don't have another day
Cause we're moving on and we can't slow down
These memories are playing like a film without sound
So if we get the big jobs
And we make the big money
When we look back now
Will our jokes still be funny?
Will we still remember everything we learned in school?
Still be trying to break every single rule
Will Trevor be the next Barney man?
Can we ever find a job that won't interfere with a tan?
I keep, I keep thinking that it's not goodbye
Keep on thinking it's a time to fly
Will we think about tomorrow like we think about now?
Can we survive it out there?
Can we make it somehow?
I guess I thought that this would never end
And suddenly it's like we're women and men
Will the past be a shadow that will follow us 'round?
Will these memories fade when I leave this town
I keep, I keep thinking that it's not goodbye
Keep on thinking it's a time to fly