ahahaha I got my wysiwyg back! :D :D but I've to use on internet explorer, darn. still, praise the person who thought up of ctrl f5!

anywayy. the main point. LAST PRACCC! okay, so I have decided to have a proper post after all, and woohoo I made it before the end of the month. yupp, okay, I know it's not REALLY our last prac, and it's not REALLY farewell, but still. and even though we've been practically dead/non-existent/decomposing for the past months since the syf high (indeed, the gradual drop in, well, everything actually, goes pheeeeeeeeewBOOP. I miss the high. I miss the connection. I miss the passion. I miss the love.), today sort of was, like, the END. dunno, it's just this FINALITY thing. okay I shall stop with the emphasising caps. yes anywayy, with everything, this just comes to mind:

these are the times that we'll remember
breaking the city's heart together
finally it's our time now
it's our time now

okay with the exception of the second line I guess. but truly. I think there's something I mentioned before, on how things are so difficult to capture and keep and treasure forever. if only my rgssb experience can be kept in a bottle, forever preserved, forever cherished, forever accessible! time and again I guess I've toyed with the idea of scrapbooking, all that. but, cost aside, I think it really cannot capture the true essence of everything, pretty though it be. okay this isn't the best time to try and reminisce about my bandlife, seeing homework calls (what's new). but I believe it's really this beautiful, magical journey, a myriad of events, emotions intricately woven in, shared with wonderful people.

maybe someday I'll try to compile my thoughts on rgssb. which of course will be limited to my goldfish memory. hopefully batch videos, batch items, piece recordings, notes, presents, all that can still remind me of how much I loved, of what I miss, one day. but feelings, they're not something you can store. seeing as how we have already whammed from syf, how I think I've kind of forgotten how it is to love band, no really really LOVE band, how I've forgotten how it's like to not be top batch, how I've forgotten how it's like to have seniors though I remember enough to know that I miss it. I fear I will forget. yes, we tell ourselves, we tell others, we will always cherish these memories! we will never forget! pardon the cynicism (I really usually am not!), but I really don't think that is possible. I don't know, I've seen myself say year after year that I don't want to grow up, I don't want to leave that year behind. but I move on. I usually somehow somewhat enjoy the next year. it's definitely not like I'm saying the non-band future will be so much better, if not why would I even be talking about missing it! but the reality's still cold and hard sometimes. life goes on. it doesn't leave you behind, misty-eyed about your wonderful past experiences. new ones come, old ones shun over to make space. and so, yes, I fear I may forget.

and thus even more so that I don't want to leave it all behind. 'sides the fact that I will miss like crazy all the little things we take for granted, going to the batchcorr every morning, grinning at batchmates around the school, random batch meals and outings, random section meals and outings, section interaction (the non-awkward silence ones), camwhoringgg, the very feel of holding your instru, polishing, swabbing, carrying stands, dragging chairs, moving timpani, the bandroom, its smell, lying around in it, MR OURA!, these familiar faces, these familiar actions. many we will never get to do again. like today, just before attendance(/dismissal), we realised it's the last one we'll ever take. ever. I know it's not like completely gone erased wiped off the face of the earth nada zilch, but from what I hear/think/expect, it will never ever be the same. so maybe we join rj band to prolong the experience of some stuff that we'll miss. but nope, it can't replace that rgssb-ness. that whole, *gestures wildly with open palms*, that, argh, EVERYTHING. okay sorry I'm not very coherent as of now (and as of always).

but I guess, like everything, it has to end sometime. like all good things. great things. I think it hasn't really sunk it yet, we need to get together and emo sometime. but anyway, I shall do the formalities, though know that I truly mean it with all my heart. thanks to rgssb for existing to even allow me this amazing experience. thanks to the school I guess, for providing us with so much, and for bearing with our sound haha. (noise or music, you decide.) and, most of all, thanks to every single person in my rgssb journey. thanks to the teachers, though sometimes we disagree with them and all, but really we know they have our best interests at heart, and many a time they have shown concern beyond what you see from just any educator. thanks, of course, to mr oura, for his invaluable guidance, for tolerating with us through our lows both emotionally and musically, for leading us in reaching up high. thanks to the seniors, for teaching us so much, and not just in the musical aspect, for pointing the way, for offering that help and support and uh cover heh, for essentially bringing us up. thanks to the juniors, for all the little things that you do, for your random amusingness, for your trust and respect. and, to the two special bunches that mean so much to me. thanks to the section, the wonderful slww, forever awesome, thanks for the many wonderful memories of fun times, in band and out, thanks for the warmth I've been privileged to feel, for having a nice composition of great, non-ap people, for the passion I can sense. and thanks to the batch, bandoliers '09, is was and always will be, for the laughter and the tears, the joy and the fears, the happiness and the pain, in sunshine or in rain, for truly living out "I'll be there for you" in all its beauty, for sharing in the highs and the lows, for all the random times, every single moment we've spent together, indescribable love, the sense of belonging you've given me. I'll miss everyone, really really much. I can't even begin to describe how much I'll miss just simply BEING an rgssbandgirl. but that's it I guess. I could wear the collarpin proudly forever, but that won't bring back all this again. so it seems we all have a quota. you only get four years of this amazing journey, fullstop. and well, finally, it's our time now.



RGSSB ♥



omggg it's nearing the end of july and I nearly missed my one-post-a-month dateline! okay I'm not really up to blogging now so I shall just leave this as a crappy post to fulfill that and um post something better when I'm more inspired yupp.

ohyes, and I miss everyoneee.

and ARGH where has all the blogger colours gone! the entire toolbar actually. rawr.

kayy. *clicks*