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Saturday, April 28, 2007


second post for e day since i m so bored...went lookin round ppl's blog...
saw this:
qiaoyue: penguin~ haha! whee aren't you happy HE isn't smsing you anymore? hahah. anyways you've been a really really great friend and senior these years. enjoyed the trips back with you too!! and we'd always disturb jingqi and her ilu haha.
haha, thx lydia, u r a great fren too...
was very sad when i heard e reults of the SYF at vch:

On that faithful day:
Down e list we went...
Silver. Bronze.
A sense of dread washed over my heart...
It beat with the life of a war drum...
Clasping my hands in prayer,
(though i was a disbeliever)
i hope against all hope that we would not get THAT
(or worse)...
When the name was called,
my knuckles were gripped white...
Could we have what we dearly wanted?
Oh God!
the moment came swishing down on us like a samurai's blade...
then it descended in one felling swoop...
the announcement laythere like a rotting log.
No one, NO ONE
dare prod it with a feet-long pole.
The world stopped in unison.
For that instance...
That one insanely instant...
Disbelief laced through us like a cutting knife...
THAT faithful instance,
hit us like a hugh angry wave...
Then the tear glands started flowing...
There was no choice...
THIS was the ONLY way out...
the only wy to release the pain inside.
I flashed back to the weeks of hard work we had had...
Now i knew it all wasnt enough...

The aftermath:
We had been hit
but up we stand...
like brave soldiers we stood by our stand...
the final result could in no way undermine...
the efforts, the sweat
n the whole long process.
We had lost but in a way,
gained much more than we could ever imagine.
this bonding experience served to prove
that friendship could withstand e long hard test of failure.
though some may call it failure
i choose to call it by another name.
This name also starts with a 'F'
but this 'f' stood instead for FORGE.

This is a "tribute" to all the syf choir members. What we had learnt in the process is by no means little and should not be belittled. So we WILL stand up again n fight for e next n e next n e next!
P.S. Haha, this is not a poem lah, i cant write a poem for nuts... ;p

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