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“ This Too, Shall Pass ”
last day in band
Saturday, April 05, 2008 | 8:21 pm

your days will be planned and things you'll do will be organised. papers will be filed in and your work are neat. smallest mistakes is very irritating and you will recgonise hardwork. gees.

watched Seniman Bujang Lapok at the open air cinema yesterday with boyf, semangat seni wayang. managed to reach home after dinner to iron my band uniform for achievement day today.

after prformance, we waited till everyone left and band played our last songs with the graduatiing seniors. we recalled back all our previous syf pieces. it put me to tears. i was eager to finish band back then, wanting nothing but pure chiong to mugging. but now, it feels like i do not want to let go. like empty saturdays, school will be motiveless.
just now the band was SUPER SWEET. they wrote small, sweet notes for the graduating seniors and pasted them on the wall of the band's store room. without us knowing when they wrote them! it was so sweet! i was pressurised by the warmth and felt cherished by people i have been working with as a section leader together with andika that i ran out of the music room, crying. awh, you guys are the bestest. and i thought i was the only one. everyone else i know of broke down in tears too.
BAND IS LOVE. what can i say?
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hafizah, afiqah, zul, hady and fatin. you guys made andika and i realise that things in life is exciting and you have been a very wonderful section to us. we always look foward to the mishaps and laughter. our hardwork and faith put in you guys are now visable. you prove us wrong and you can actually work together as a section. there are things to be said, but i can't put them in proper words. gaah, before i start crying, all i want to say is; i love you people.

and my dearest Zarif Wafi. sometimes, things happen for the best. it's time we move on in life. i've cared for you and i've treated you well. i've poured all my love to you and you've done the best for me. we've gone through alot of practices together, not to mention the wars we've battled. new people are appearing, and, i hope you can adapt to your new love life. you will always be mine. denis wick, you were the first my lips were laid and with you, i've reached greater heights. darn it, it's hard to move on! like they say, first love is hard to forget. derest Zarif Wafi, i love you and i hope you'll have the best of your years ahead. i'll always remember 9019580.
okay, i'm such a psyco sia.

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