Wednesday, May 6, 2009
i still cant keep my mind off syf now.
and this is going to be the 1st time you see so many fullstops in my post.
let me describe what happened at the conference hall today.
we arrived at the hall at least an hour before our actual performance.
and like any other school, we were warming up in the tuning room.
15minutes passed.
and it's time for us to go for the hit.
1st was the set piece, scenic jiangnan.
we played it.
and then it was 行云.
jessica's solo - the coming in was ok, the delivering at the-behind-part was damn chio. chio to the max max max max max.
then i was extremely emotional, no kidding, and by the time it reached the 1st chorus, OMG, i was tearing and i sorta like composed myself whilst in the music itself.
i wasnt part of the ending, which made me feel weird but OMG, i dare say it's at least a whopping 90%.
to be entirely honest, if it's really strict, scenic faired a silver-high, or a gold-low.
ok, continuing, we went back to school and rushed back to the hall in hope of witnessing the other schools perform to find out that we needed tickets, which we obviously dont have, to enter.
so we went subway to let time take its course.
then it was the results.
we ran here and there to find ourselves, in the end, not in the theatre.
so we assembled outside, somewhat directly under the speaker, all ears to what the emcee - definitely not a pro angmoh speaker - was pronouncing.
and straight after nanyang, no. 6, i was holding onto my relaxed fists, praying to all the gods a free-thinker has.
"No. 7, Victoria Junior College, Gold."
*silence*
*silence*
*silence*
i was breathing hard silently in silence.
thoughts were in many whirls in that split second.
then, everything went blank for the next second.
then, the word "why?" dominated my mind.
it continued so until i dont know when.
we, carrying heavy footsteps, walked down flights of stairs to gather in the middle assembly.
and surprisingly, guo chang suo remembered me for who i am and came forward to ask me something.
"which school are you in now?"
"victoria."
"not bad, unhappy with gold?"
"yep."
"huhs?~get gold still unhappy?"
*walks off*
omg he made me more emotional.
then, the rest of the victorians privileged/under-privileged enough to get into the theatre joined us later, a lot later.
and shit, i saw someone crying.
and damn, another someone was crying.
this contagious illness struck my damaged immune system, rendering me difficulty in fighting back tears.
and waalaa.
i followed.
cried and stoned and emoed and reflected and cried more and stoned more and emoed more and reflected more and the cycle repeats itself to aggravate the situation.
and qihaoing bastards give that qihaoing attitude.
think honours damn zai ah?
we worked hard.
we sacrificed.
we gave our bests.
we shared.
we dined like no tomorrows.
we ended our last syf not in regrets for being a gold orchestra lacking the honours.
we ended it in an unforgettable way - a good memory of xiangle puffing up his face during practices; a fabulous think-back of all our smiles and laughters whilst practising; a wonderful reminiscence of all the dinners in thaipan, at jasmine's godma's banmian hangout or eating mu-e-eh with curry chicken thighs at parkway.
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