It may seem kind of weird but at this hour of the day, after finally finishing some stuff for a highly confidential identity(which would be rendered ineffective tomorrow), I just felt like scanning through old photos from last year. After all, tomorrow marks for certain the end of our service term. Yeaps, no more planning of practices, no more scrutinising videos and picking out mistakes, no more late nights of worry, no more lesson time naps, no more screaming-till-your-lungs-crack, no more drawing funny shapes for formation, no more shen yun and yuan chang, no more stretching till you wana cry, no more helping people with their steps, no more thinking about makeup and costumes, no more breakdowns from mounting stress, no more good luck hugs before performance, no more adrenaline pumping jumps, no more freedom of the soul to fly. At least not for the next few months, and at least never ever again with the same bunch of people.

And now when I think of the fact that handover is tomorrow, I feel all strange because it seems as though our own exco was formed yesterday. One year can change a person hell a lot. If you take some time off mugging and just click the arrow button to zoom through all the pictures you have in your album, you'll see blurred images on the screen and beautiful times in your head.

I remember...
Dec'05 tranings...
CurryWok after dance...
Food Republic...
Bukit Timah Hawker Center...
Aristal'06...
College Day...
Elections'06...
Handover'06...
Planning of Chalet and gift making...
Dance Chalet'06...
First few Linkway practices...
Open Day'06...
Holiday PT and training pracs...
Camp'06...
Senior Farewell...
SYF Choreograhing Practices...
X'mas'06...
Chinese New Year Performance'07...
UCC Rehearsals...
Combined Rehearsals...
SYF'07...
Aristal'07...

It's amazing how you can easily list all the events and realise that actually there's so much more to that. Living through the experience means to say goodbye to them someday. Maybe not entirely so, but what's past cannot be relived again and no matter how well you remember all the details, you realise that you can't recall that kind of feeling anymore.