Sunday, July 27, 2003
We won.
Woohoooo. The fact that I wasn't expecting us to win, made everything all the more sweeter. And I must say, we all have God to thank for this achievement. I remember starting off on the wrong key when it was our turn to compete and feeling so shitty after that, that I made more mistakes in the course of the next song. Damnnn. During the span of the first 2 songs, all I was thinking was, 'Oh shit. Oh shit. Ohh shiiit.' To me, it seemed as if everything that could go wrong, did go wrong. We were rushing and going sharper at every phrase. Argh. I even screwed up the stupid hand and feet actions that we were supposed to do. I raised my hand to clap Ying Ying's hand when we were supposed to stamp first, and only realized my mistake when I noticed that I was the only one with my hand in the air, looking like a dumbass. Haha. But after the first 2 songs, I managed to compose myself enough to get through the rest of the repertoire without making any obvious mistakes.
The last song really got to me though. It's a really slow and sad piece which holds lots of memories for the alumni. While Valarie Wilson was conducting us, her face suddenly scrunched up as if she was about to cry, as if she was..well, moved by the feelings and the meanings of the song. I remember thinking that this was the last time I would ever get to participate in the SYF, and that thought stuck with me throughout the song. I felt saddened by the fact that I would never get my chance to perform in the SYF ever again with the current j2s, and that my last performance to remember would be such a screwed up one because of the mistakes made in the earlier pieces. Seeing Valarie Wilson, the normally stern-faced vice principal whom we all know, close to tears because of the sudden onslaught of memories, on top of everything I was feeling at that moment in time, really moved me. I felt resolved to sing as if it were the last time I would ever sing again and I felt my eyes blurring in the middle of the song. For the first time, I actually felt like the song meant something to me. I sang what I felt and looked at the faces of the alumni seated in the first few rows of the concert hall, knowing that they felt what I felt too, and that I wasn't alone in that feeling. It has always been hard for me to put music and feelings into words because somehow, words just don't do them justice. I sang my heart out for that last song, determined to make up for the rest of the songs and left the stage feeling saddened but accomplished in a simple way.
When the time came to announce the results, I felt somewhat resigned. I was so sure that we were going to break tradition by not winning the best choir award in this year's SYF finals but when I heard, 'And the best choir is....Anglo-Chinese Junior College!' I just freaked. Haha. Yeah sure, I was praying against hope that we would somehow win but it's the sort of thing that you don't actually expect to happen. Like winning the lottery, as I always say. You hope against all hopes that you'll win but you know that the chances of winning are too damned slim. That doesn't stop you from hoping anyway, does it. Looks like we struck gold this time. :] Through God all things are possible. And so it is, so it is.
It wasn't until after the whole competition that I met my friend who told me that people in the audience were actually moved by that last piece. Strangers that had never even heard nor sang that song before looked as if they could feel the emotions which we conveyed through the music. She told me that she saw a few people tearing and the lady next to her was even crying silent tears. I never knew our music could affect anyone, let alone myself, to such an extent. It's..amazing.
Anyway, I haven't been updating as much cos I've been damned busy. Went for Rachel and Jason's birthday party on friday after the Founders Day Service. It was okay, caught up with lotsa friends and got dunked halfway, in the process, by Yiwen and Nazi. Shit man. If there's one thing I hate the most, it's getting dunked. At least they had the decency to dunk me bottoms first only, if not it'd have been damned embarrassing, seeing that I was in a white top. Stupid yiwen tried carrying me at first and he succeeded in doing that whilst I screamed like hell, and resorted to pulling his hair till he let me down. Hah, sad case. Everyone else was laughing their asses off. Then Nazi teamed up with him to carry me, each holding one of my arms and legs and lifting me off towards the poolside as if I were some pig, off to be barbeqcued on a skewer. Arghh. I kept kicking and screaming for them to let me down but they just continued on. Pangsais. I ended up soaking wet from the waist down and cursing them for their barbaric actions. Ahh, that reminds me. Ecoli developed the pictures of them 'gang-banging' me in the lecture theatre after chemistry. :/ Shiiit. They are so damned embarrassing. All the pictures of me struggling to get free while the guys held me still. Practically everyone was staring at us making a scene. At least my face can't be seen in most of them except one. So there.
I spent most of the time hanging out with Reina, Sop, Denice, Shermain, Mich K. and the rest. And Ang, haha sorry kid, didn't get to talk to you much cos I was pissed at Mopiko. Oh yeah, I've got loads to tell ya! Haha. Guess who I saw at the SYF Finals? *wink* Haha. You know who. Okay, enough of that. I'll talk to ya tomorrow then. You'd better come over to the front of the stage in the morning so I can update you. :P
Shu at 3:11 PM
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