When I peer reluctantly at the photo of 4J, therein lies a prejudice that this class has been deemed "mugger-toads" and those geeky faces reflect the exact same sentiments. And then I look for my clique-the usual bunch of us who stand out mainly because we actually do real socializing .__. I found Jiang because he hair had been cropped and this tickled me. I found Kee Yong but overhead lay an air of solemnity, his face caught in overcast expression. Jethro, with his slit-like eyes, acutely observing the lens of the photographer. Chester wearing a bright smile, a sight I hardly witness anymore these days. All these made me snigger. And then of course the self-proclaimed Avatar, the termed-monk-Me. This brings back fond memories of Hair for Hope but that's another story.

And then my eyes shifted to Joel, an undoubtedly outstanding figure juxtaposed to the fair lighting. His smile was wide and sincere and this melted my heart. My vision hopped to Eng Han, the bowl head cut which he wore smartly, side-by-side his infallible smile and I can already imagine his swagger and the way he saunters down the classroom. My gaze jumped rapidly and I knew that there weren't any clear distinction between my friends and my "friends". It was a melting pot but I guess the latent heat was too great before change actually happened.

I guess nostalgia is kicking in again but I regret being so harsh towards them. I know, from the corner of my eye (literally), there stands a few individuals I cannot tolerate-unfortunately. I try and I persist. All that matters is that the class is growing as one, be it through a common united interest in math or the abrupt addiction to physics-based iphone apps, life moves on and it takes each and every individual on its backwaters.

It doesn't help that 'Tears in heaven' is humming its lowly tune (: