WOOOOWEEEEEEEEEEEEWOOOOOOOOO

JUST ONE MOREEEEE! (: (:

cant believe the ordeal is ALMOST OVER.

But when i find it so tough studying, I keep telling myself studying is better than suffering in hell.

HAHA

yea i know its a weird way of comparing but it really wakes me up and stop me from complaining.

ANYWAYS

As I was packing my room, I stopped at a old box of letters.

Love letters, christmas letters, birthday cards, letters from my dearest girl friends.

Bern and I used to write letters to each other SO MUCH.

and we would roll them up and stuff them in bubble tea straws and pass it to each other.

Lisa, Sheryl and I also wrote long love letters, confessing how much we love each other and the stupid, retarded, cant-stop-laughing moments we shared.

( Right my capee avengerrrrr? HAHA)

I remember when I was in sec four, we were super ON for band.

My whole sec life practically revolved around band, band camps, competition.

Trained and march everyday under the hot sun, finished practise at 6-7 pm everyday.

Then we would all go out to kfc, smelly and sweaty to eat. Making A LOT of noise wherever we go.

Those were the days I was ACTUALLY TANNED.

But compared to my friends, I was still the fairest.

They used to call me pink chicken. ( cause i only get pink, chicken cause I am like a BAI ZHAN JI)

super not funny?

My conductor would shout from the top floor

" PINK CHICKEN move more to your left"

" PINK CHICKEN move up two steps"

( when we were doing our formation, I am from a marching band ALVIN CHIA -.-)

Laughing and talking at the top of our lungs on the bus.

We had band camp in 2004, near Christmas.

I remembered everyone baking, giving each other cards, exchanging presents.

During the camp, we would run round the field 10 times.

sometimes 20, to gain more stamina, increase breath support.

Go out on sectional outings.

Blading from Ecp to parkway.

During band practises, clarinet and trumpet section will ALWAYS curry favor with our conductor.

HAHA fighting to be the BEST section.

( cause the loudest people are in this two sections)

As I continued reading the letters, SOO much memories passed my mind.

So many friendships I forged and hold so close to my heart.

The good times, the first time we cliched gold.

How we stood there on the field, tears flowing down our face, hearts leaping with joy.

Those four years were the BEST years of my life.

really the best years.

And no one can take those memories away.

How we laughed when we want to. cry when we want to. Sing when we want to.

Not caring what the world will think.

Steamboat sessions, late night movies, long phone calls.

My first fling.

How I miss those days.

But I guess we are have to go through different phase in our lives.

And this phase, still filled with love and laughter, is a phase where I gotta start growing up and think of my future.

HAHA if only time can stand still.

OK time to hit the books again.

SATURDAY is going to be a eventful and power-packed day!

HAHA

Waited a million years for this day.