Even franklin miss the cans project!
I'm so touched by everyone.
We have ended our project.
We have achieved our goal.
We have canned the cans!
I'm starting to miss everyone.
I don't know what to do tomorrow after school.
It's so empty without all of you.
Every single soul, especially the committee members.
We've put in a great deal of effort.
And we have reaped what we sow.
I miss the times when I go collecting cans with the guys.
The time when we were so disgusted by the wet thrash bags.
The night where Marcus and I play trolley and I fell and hit my tailbone.
The dinner we had together every single night.
The times we play soccer together.
The time we play volleyball together and hit Mr Zhuang's car.
The time when we saved the cans on my first day.
The times when we crushed the cans on the first day.
The times when Mr Tang scolded us.
The times I was handling the whole working crew myself.
The times when we all feel so emotional and pissed.
The times when I was so frustrated that I went kicking the rubbish cover around in the canteen.
The times when we sing and wash cans together.
The time we sing xinmin school song right after washing.
The time when I realise ji hao is so gay.
The time when I got exposed by kelvin! LOL
The time when we eat in macdonald and I cannot stop laughing.
The time when I was afraid of Franklin because he looked damn gangster to me.
The first overnight stay when I knew more about him
The time we pull tin fung's pant and let it shoot back on his butt.
The time when we are painting in the first night.
The time when I got to know I am the working crew ic.
The time when I sang song with Zong Han in the truck.
The first time I went for collections with Franklin, Zong Han and Marcus.
The times when Mr Tang ordered super extra food.
The time when we first used the bubbles to wash the cans.
The sound of the cans, the texture of the cans, the smell of the cans.
The time when I felt so stress because I had a lack of time to study.
The time where we say 311 hong gan because of the smelly bags we left behind.
The times when I fell asleep on the truck.
The time when I talk to the malay uncle in the truck.
The times when we were gossiping about the people who are not doing anything as committee.
The time where marcus brushed the thrash bag from somerset.
The time when we construct the cans.
The time when we all witness the final product of this meaningful project.
I'm gonna miss these times.
It's the first biggest project that I've ever did and feel so committed.
The project has came to the end but our memories would never come to an end.
Every time we see cans, I'm sure all of you will remember that you were once involved in this project.
Don't forget anything.
People always say, "Throw the bad memories behind and only leave behind good memories."
But, I do not agree.
Regardless of whether it is a bad memory or a good memory, just remember everything.
To end off, I want to say, good job everyone!
We did it.
We canned it.
We finally succeeded.
Yes we can.
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