And of course, due to dear HM being late(despite her taking a cab and all), we were slightly late for the band concert. We had to rush there and even though we knew the route, the walking and climbing and collecting of tickets took ages.

We were supposed to meet Gwen at Victoria Concert Hall and go in together but since 3 of us(HM Mavis, me) were already late, we didn't want to wait so we SMSed Gwwen and told her to go in on her own. But then she couldn't find her way here so in the beginning of the concert we were frantically SMSing Gwen and laughing silently at her funny replies.

The below is an excerpt of our SMSing marathin convo.

Gwen: Lost

Me: Where exactly are you? You're supposed to cross the Cavenaugh Bridge.

Mavis: You, girl, are dead. Wait did you exit at the correct exit of the Mrt? If not then go back and LOOK AT THE SIGNS CORRECTLY.

Gwen: I see esplanade.

Gwen: I crossed bridge

Me: What colour is the bridge? Is it the correct one? Did you see the black sir stamford raffles statue?

Gwen: Stall right?

Me: Upstairs. Did you collect your ticket?

Me: Downstairs no more space so we're upstairs.

Gwen: Stall ticket can't go up

Me: They say no space below so they let us go up.

And hence this was how she found her way there.

But still, we came in time to watch some band from a school in Taiwan play TEQUILA(this ultra upbeat, jazzy tune and it was great. They literally bought the house down). After the Taiwanese, we got to watch SM perform with the alumni band. Apparently, they ran out of flute players so they had to use Junior high players(namely, SM).

There they are. SM's the one in the maroon coat.

At the intermission, we rushed down(since we were sitting upstairs) to meet SM and also give her her birthday present. Oh, and SM's classmate helped us take a photo. Left to right: SM, me, HM, Mavis.

Then the second half of the performance.

This time the entire band(excluding alumni) played.

After the concert, we went backstage to try our luck and see if we could meet SM again(hey we only get to meet a few times a year ok?). And lucky we were! She happened to be right at the entrance so we didn't have to find her at all.

Me and SM. Her flute looks small, but it's really long!

Attack of the hoodies! HM and I both wore hoodies so we pulled it up and took a photo, though it's a little dark. We apparently look like eskimos.

Off to take photos at the bridge while waiting for Gwen's father to arrive(we were taking his car)

Happened to snap a very mesmerising and beautiful view of Fullerton Hotel.

Us pretending to talk and chat while looking at the view from the bridge. Looks fake doesn't it? We were just stoning actually.

Then began the conversation about music and Alanis Morissette and Aly&AJ and suddenly...And we went home.

Oh, and the GG Sec 4 Farewell was on Friday. Despite me not liking the CCA and all, I like my juniors. They're really nice.

From the Sec 2s...(I love their batch, they're so rebellious. HA!)

A self-sewn pouch with zip and a note! I don't care if I don't have a rank, the last sentence on their note has told me that I have achieved what I wanted to achieve as a senior and not follow the autocratic regime.

From the Sec 3s...

Innovative! They wrote their note on a slipper.

And I'm guessing this was from the Sec 3s as well since they asked me the spelling of my name and told me that they had spelt it wrongly. They only spelt it with one 'R'! LOL!
That's about it!

***And there are supposedly, very nice photos of me and HM with a "natural cool street look"(as quoted from SM) taken in the MRT station platform but the Nokia Software in my computer has gone all weird and I can never transfer them from my phone into the computer now. Oh well.

And with that, I have evidence to support my theory that to look un-Singaporean, just wear a hat(excluding baseball caps). It makes a lot of difference. And because HM doesn't look local as well, we looked like tourists! Please tell me I look like I'm 16 and not 12.