IM REALLY SAD):

the last team talk we were ever gonna have made

all the hardwork put into preparation&gifts for the seniors

worth while.

Just so you know,

they are exactly the type of seniors a junior would wish for.

we were practically drowning the playground

with tears as each of us took turns to talk.

bittersweet.

i cant actually describe the feeling in words,

but at least i know that this feeling will never fade.

our daily morning circles,

short street netball games,

hanging out,

making presents,

roughing it out during training together,

going/winning/losing matches,

EVERYTHING,

in this strong bond

has a special place in our hearts.(:

amazing how the fire on the candle kept going

till we did our last cheer.

no matter how strong the wind,

it kept burning.

fire is beautiful,

we couldnt take our shiny eyes of it.

shiny, obviously due to never ending tears.

even miss teo cried.

crying IS contagious by the way,

after listening to shaking voices,

& meaningful words.

letters from each senior brings back the sweetest memories

since 2004.

& every letter had

'i believe in you'.

so, dearest seniors,

i really wanna every single on of you

for being there since i was primary6,

leading&guiding me all the way till you guys are all

graduating.

as Bdiv07,

we played the longest season ever;

clinched our goal,left a legacy,

&created the sweetest memories ever,

off&on court.

when things go wrong, as they sometimes will

when the road you're trudging seems all uphill

when the funds are low and the debts are high

and you want to smile, but you have to sigh

when care is pressing you down a bit

rest if you must, but don't you quit.

success is failure turned inside out,

and you never can tell how close you are.

it may be near when it seems afar,

so stick to the fight when you're hardest hit.

ITS WHEN THINGS GO WRONG WHEN YOU MUSNT QUIT.

2005

2007

I miss that townI miss their facesYou can't erase You can't replace itI miss it nowI can't believe it So hard to stay Too hard to leave it If I could relive those days I know the one thing that would never changeEvery memory of looking out the back door I have a photo album spread out on my bedroom floor It's hard to say,It's time to say it Goodbye, Goodbye Every memory of walking out the front door I found the photo of the friend that I was looking forIt's hard to say, It's time to say itGoodbye, Goodbye