It's quite late. I'm not talking online because it's damn late and not many people are left online anyway. It's 2.10am. I'm still here, as i type this entry, i just finished watching the class presentation for at least the 10th time. Every single time, a new wave of memories brought back. Every single time, felt sad that we are finally parting. Every single time i see those smiles in the photos, felt a tinge of nostalgia. I can't stop the separation, but i am still able to feel sad. It might not seem like a big deal. We'll still see each other anyway, not like it's already year 6. But the feeling won't be the same anymore. I'll belong to another class, 2C would not exist anymore, but the spirit will live on.

So i was saying we have a time capsule. It's quite interesting. We have some very interesting things. Class tee, class photo, class banner, a paper girl and a paper boy which are decorations for learning fest, ariel's chairperson insignia, my badge, teambuilding hairspray and face paint. Memories, packed in the rusting tin lollipop tin given to us by ang. I doubt 4 years later anyone would still remember our time capsule promise. I would, of course, the time capsule is in my care. We can't bury it, maybe we'll hide it someplace.

2C, i have so much to say. I'll really miss you people, the gayness can't be forgotten xD My study table now is filled with my farewell letters and some gifts from you people. My previous decoration replaced by all 2C has given me. Pictures, letters and everything else. Reminded of 2C everytime i sit down and do my work. Oh maybe it's a bad choice.

Really can't believe next year in january, we'll return to RV, only to remember that i am not supposed to be in 2C anymore. I'm not seeing my class guys gay around aymore, i'm not looking at ang scolding us anymore. I'm not facing 2C anymore. It's a whole new place to start with. After 2C has gone this far, through thick and think together, ponned arts fest auditions together, we're back to a new environment, back to square one. Ohgod, i want my 2C back!

We'll still have gatherings, i'll remind you people of our time capsule promise. I'll hound you until it's carved into your mind xP I'll preserve our memories in whatever way i can. Hopefully, at the end of our 6 years of RV life, we'll be able to re-open our time capsule, to relieve the memories 2C had held. A part of us inside it. A fresh wave of nostalgia will hit us as we reminisce once more 2C'06.

Aww, i should seriously stop talking about such depressing stuff. Yeah, on a lighter note. Class lunch tmr has received a satisfying number of 24 confirmed responses of going. How nice, mere 6 girls 4 boys absent. Every moment like this is the chance for 2C to grow stronger, closer.