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Y .Friday, April 13, 2007.

evrything has com to an end their battle ends here as they prepare to pass on dis responsibilities to us. their job is over. they leave wif fond and bad memories. Fond. we played so much better than before. we improved. Bad. We tried bt did nt get wad we wanted. we r still the silver band.
there will always be 2 more yrs. 2 more yrs. a phrase we swear nt to use animore. bt then there we r. usin it again. 2 more yrs. it will be us. who fight for the gold. i wonder if i culd actualli fight wif them 2 more yrs later.. or maybe nt =/

when i reached sch. all i was thinkin was band. syf. gold. nth else. when i saw them, evry1, walkin out. i carn help bt feel left out bt then they r the ones who gna fight for the gold =) the gold we all haf been waitin for
throughout the whole sci lesson. i culd nt concentrate at all. worries. excited. maybe mrs yeo is pissed for me nt listenin in class (so obvious somemore =P) the bell rang. 3 more hrs to syf time flies eh?
went into the band room. i joined perc. feel lyk cheerin them on. plus sittin wif the helpers make me feel lyk a sec 1 =D plus i haf chair to sit so yea. i sat there
blah blah fast forward.
10 sth am
moved perc instru. angie n syah were freakin out. went up the bus took pics. then poof.. we reached SCH =)
went to the tunin room
some of the perc was lyk freakin out... made me nervous too.. =/ i hoped evryth went well...8 mins juz flew by. w/out anione noticin
movin the tom tom was a hard job. my hand had some blue-black n its swollen so its nt fake =)
then we had section hug. =) awww...
backstage:
obvious signs of freakin
perc started to organize wad n who to go in first.
haha for the first time.
they seemed so organize n stuffs =)
then its showtime

as we listen. we help hands. wishin for nth to happen
evryth went well. the guy after our band was lyk bouncin
n so is one of the guy-in-charge
omg. they realli enjoyed this song =)
i was so glad n convinced tt gold will definitely be ours

fast forward

results
finally
we, the helpers, held hands. prayin together wishin for gold
i think i squeezed my eyes too much le
"band no. 86. cedar girls sec sch"
wad is it????
silver
i think i was the first to cry
for the first time i din care how others look at me
i culdn't stop
its so unexpected...

we then waited for csb to come out
we were the onli ones who din cheer
no one culd believe it
evry1 played wif high hopes
haiz...

there r still 2 more yrs..................
lets work harder.
to realli make this possible...

lookin at them.
i strted again
we wan them to come bak anytime they culd
no matter wad
we had spent a yr together
we bonded
we carn bear to c them leave
their enthuness, their happiness, their craziness
how they always tell us nt to giv up
nt to stop tryin
its gna feel so wrong w/out them
so much empty
so much lonelier....


special thx to hasia, sherilyn, eunice, jy n the helpers who consoled me...
=P
we r so gna make this come true.....
SYF 09



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