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looking through ODAC pics n reminising every single activity has turned me into an "emo baby" as rach so accurately describes.i was just innocently looking for a pic to cfm if i have it.from when we were first elected to planning of the farewell, overseas trip, orientation 1, orientation 2 n LTC. of cos the occasional activities we organised for the yr1s, competitions we organised such as stamimania n practising for the dragon boat festival.so many memories.i miss odac.miss the times we shared.miss those endless meetings.those times will nv come back anymore.i miss them.
♥ 3:43 PM