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Wednesday, November 15, 2006 6:55 PM

6.58pm stated on the digital clock. The yellow digits, they change and repeat. But no, time will never repeat itself, even if the clock doesn't show that. This unknown emotion creeping up. bittersweet. It is all for the better, for the future. Yes it is. I really don want to harp on the parting so much. What with everyone crying and me stil making it worse. I think almost everyone cried. I cried. Promised myself not to but ah wells. I was crying where the teachers were, so ran off to calm down, I didn't want them to see me cry. Its finally time to leave. Yet I know that the future will be bright. Someitmes we all know that keeping in touch is a feat, what with alumnies and all, yet if we do not have time to meet up, we will just grow distant. Soon enough, it will be as if we never knew each other. Emailing and msn is one thing, they can never replace meeting face-to-face, heartwarming laughter.

Perhaps its because all of this has already become mainstays of our lives, maybe we can survive without them. Naturally, we will manage beautifully. Yet we must really cherish the memories, even if we can't remain as close as we used to be. Photoes can capture moments, but not memories. Memories are vast, are conceptual, are undescribable. as we grow and have more and more memories loaded into those puny things we call brains, we may forget all of these 3 years. Maybe thats why I need to lock them up in this secret corner with a key. They must remain there. But if someday they escape and fly of neverland, there is reeally nothing I can do. We can never predict the future. maybe we really shouldn't try.

Enough of bittersweet farewells. lets put up some pictures!

teachers singing ying xing de chi bang! ok out of tune but really touching. i cried! )):

a failing attempt by andrea to be taller than me. (((: hahahaha



mrs ortega and us. so hot eh. yay