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#54
Wednesday, May 6, 2009
I want to say that I'm proud of us, we've come a long way. I want to be optimistic and think, this is not the end. I want to feel that it's okay, because we've tried out best. I want to believe that this doesn't really matter. I want to know that we can still make it.

But everything crumbles when I replay the scene,
I have my face buried in my hands, I tell myself, "Please please please, give us a Gold."
And the announcer goes, "Choir 11, Nanyang Junior College, Silver."
I don't dare lift my head, I don't want this to be true. But when I do, I see disappointed faces staring back at me. Then I hear sobs. Yang Ling and Nabilah are crying. I forced out a smile, but no one smiles back.

"I knew it."

Choir meeting, 3pm at i-Space later. I need someone to win my faith and confidence back. Because Limyanjun is best at running away from things.