Of newspaper wizards and mutated buns.

23rd August 2008
A day where a group of convent girls gathered at one common place. To celebrate their years together. Of trials, hope, and lost love. Where a selected few guys attended, as well. Think we guys had a lot of fun?









Well, I forgot to mention.





Convent Old Girls.








Ok. So, lets just skip all the usual happenings as they're what you normally hear about regarding functions and all, speech, dances, food, the not-so-lucky draw, and games. Oh. yes. who would've thought that the boy who lived the squeakster Gabriel was to be the one I'd be seated next to and mingling around with practically the whole time?





I knew that quite some time ago. though









Now,the fun part. (at least, in the case of one particular squeakster)

The final touches

Y'know, Potter will be turning over in his grave

Videos of the *cough* boy who (didn't really) lived

And here are the various pics taken throughout the night (which isn't that many, really)


The same old conventional camwhore shot.


See the squeakster in his cutesy, pitifully adorable pose.






Gabs: gazzzorrr
Me: uhm. HEEHEE.


sunrae, don't die laughing.














cute buns. made with love. using chopsticks.