band farewell was great.
the air was cool, candles made our day.
i didnt realise the tables were in the shape of a heart until much later la!
haha.

me jacob and adeline "won" the musical chairs, and end up we gta do forfeit.
thats was so our idea man!! during sec1 orientation, when exco'08 was still in charge.
hahaah danced to danse diabolique. ironic. xD

the presents given by saxophones was cute. a picture frame with my stupid photo xD
the cards are damn nice, black!! =D
and the cookies given by michelle and co are yum xD
hope the juniors like what we gave them too (:




there's still more photos, yuhyan havent send me!!
haha will update soon, i'll be going off for a chalet marathon.
in the middle will be sajc tune in, and on sat will be cj tune in.
busy week.. haha




and thus, a chapter closes.

/excerpt.
Once upon a time there was a boy who was lucky enough to survive a war, but not wise enough to count his blessings. He had a mashed face and he wanted to hide it from the light. People clapped for him and he remembered all wrongs. Foolish lad, he had survived a war and expected the world to be a beautiful and blissful place.

But, a war zone remains bleak, even after the last gun has been silenced. His friends will still on occasion liken him to carrion, and no doubt for good reason. Clique qill still turn up their noses at him, if given half a chance.

The boy should not, however, be completely dismayed. There are, occasionally, a few bright moments that flash in the darkness. Lily ponds buzzing with fat flies on autumn evenings. Friends who laugh for the sake of laughing. Teachers with a fiery character but good hearts. If the boy learns to recognize such moments, and savor them, infrequent and transitory though they may be, he may find they make the whole shebang worthwhile.

Music heals your soul, and gives you understanding and wisdom. Though it had started out forlorn and cautionary, muddled and painful as it became in palces, it was, in the end, a love song.