Graduation, again. Leaving CJ is a small thing; what's 2 years compared to 10? I didn't shed tears this time. Honest.

Backlog hardly ever gets to my journal, but I suppose this is in order. Written in class, on the last day.

Bob, Zi Lun and Roy are playing the last football game in class. The chairs that serve as goalposts probably won't see this much action again, they're good at the sport. Til the last, Bob dresses not in proper attire but in a PE shirt.

Most of the girls are going trigger happy. I'm not sulking, I just don't have a camera. I don't need one at this point, I much perfer owning my iPod. Besides, it's nice to occasionally be in their pictures. The committee people are fixing up the class poster and Mrs Ho has just put a cute picture of Yasmin as her desktop wallpaper.

I'll miss these people. We may not have been very good friends, or found each other too late, yet it is good that we met at all because life is too damn short for regrets.

Who can say if I've been changed
for the better but
because I knew you
I've been changed for good.

-Wicked, For Good