Someeeewhere over the rainbow... STRUM '03

Oohit'soverandwedidn'tsucktoomuchandImissedsomuchsoschoolandhadsomuchfun!!
I'd be lying if I said I didn't like being in the spotlight as much as everyone else. Just not too much. Once in a while is fine. Who am I kidding? It's SURREAL. (Good sense, of course.)
I love my guitar so much I've named it. It's now goes by Wren. Okay don't check me into Woodbridge, pleaseee... the HIGH thing will have reached a decent level by tomorrow. It's so beautiful. Camera time (figuratively). Prepare those mug shots: I will see
Running all over the school with Ben and Mel sticking up haphazard arrows and no-entry signs leading to LT1... as if people need a map to get there man. Weiting suggested having an arrow-way all the way from the MRT. I told her she had a screw loose. Anyhow we had a whale of a time retracing our steps and pretending to be stray audience-members to ensure there were enough signs.
Tuning and tuning and tuning.
Painfully yellow programme sheets.
Trying to possess the least gaudy scarf (At least I didn't get Shulin's handkerchief- sized one).
Jamming the incongruous Joy to the World on Yu-Hsin's electric keyboard.
The smiley-face of smiley-face stickers on the back of the conductor's stand to remind us to - well, smile.
Zhi En offering coffee to our hyperventilating conductor. (Of all things. He almost collapsed with hysteria when we rehearsed that corny Auld Lange Syne bit.)
Jia Han's (cauli)flower. Innovative!
Mr. Lai: "So my whole car's going to smell of chicken rice. Thanks a lot."
Us: "Um, duck rice, actually."
Mr. Lai: "I'm SO relieved."
My REAL flowers (haha) and dog balloon. My friends are gifts enough... you guys rock. Thank you X 9031 to the power of 2.5.
And armfuls of stands, my screwed-up Romance (not as tragic as it sounds, albeit CW's opinion), our ever-dependable MCs (though strum and pluck are not Italian terms or whatnot, they are ENGLISH), music I am glad I sacrificed time for. Not just music, but the whole package, and choices you know were right in the end...
Guitar Ensemble, we shine, even if our tremolos are "messy" and glisses "inaudible". I feel we have made something possible that the J2s could but didn't try to get... no offense.
Another roll of film for the memory album...