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Tuesday, March 31, 2009

Yes mofos. I'm enjoying every bit of my life in Paris here. The weather's awesome and indescribable tho'. The people are very nice, and helpful. I'm starting to talk like them! Lol. (:

Anyway, I had a long conversation over the phone with a good friend of mine in Singapore, last night. We were checking out the Band Fusion. Results for the SYF was (insert any word). Idk its very scary upon seeing the results. &today I spent most of my time checking out today's results. The tension keep piling up. I see few bronzes, handful of silvers, few golds. I kept reading the comments there, and I think this year's SYF is technically judged. AHH! I wonder if my band felt the tension too. Hmmm?


Behind those smiles and laughter, there's hardship that we've been through together as one band. There's undivided love, we're a family, not according to age, but as a whole band. And only God knows, buckets of sweats and tears we shed. With everyday practices, marching under the scorching sun with no one pretending to be sick, numerous of shouting and punishments, brought not just me, but people up there to be someone better. & I'm talking about only those people up there in the picture. It ain't the same like it used to be now. ):

Best of luck.