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Sunshine & Stars
the who.

Geraldine



Stars, balloons, bubbles
I'm who I'll always be.

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Saturday, April 17, 2010

Yesterday night marked the end of the last event that my level would take.

was it hetic? yes it was, with almost everybody else on stage, all the details came to me, and that made for alot of running up down left right.
there wasnt any screwups with lighting or audio, so syah we were okay.
drama on stage was good, the audience, although stupid, responded pretty well.
Mich and Anisha emceed well, nothing there either.

when it all ended, I had an urge to laugh, then an urge to cry.

nicolette fell during banjah and we had to abort dessert plan since it was late when her dad came.
and me and shar almost had to walk all the way home from school.


haha I realized I am in no mood to blog, but I wanted something to read 3 years down the road. the wild exhilaration, running down the stairs as soon as we could, the el banjah, probably the last we would ever do, the cheering, and literally "breaking a leg".

would I miss el? yeah, I would

I need to find a day to cry and grieve for everything properly. el farewell, perhaps.



Rubbosh I hope you are okay what's wrong with you!


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