_DOU /BLE_LOS S/

_DOU /BLE_LOS S/

7th April 2009

Curse of Silver carries on to wreck people's emotions. Tears flows like water falls. For once, I'm glad I'm not in the Band Room. Left Singapore Conference Hall with much regret and sadness. A sea of happy mob surrounds us as we trudged our way down to the base floor. People tearing up, hugs going on, joyous groups smiling away...Somehow I am irritated. A guy in red walked by, his teeth showing. Wanted to grab him by the lapels of his red smart shirt and bruise him up.

If you think imagining Nan Chiau Wind Orchestra breaking down is quite a scene, think about YOUR own band breaking down upon the arrival of the results. Speechless and unable to comfort them except offering a hug. Never a guy who's good with his words, I could only offer hugs of encouragement and help alleviate the grief that struck them hard in their hearts. The hugs meant "You've done your best today and I'm really proud of you for holding on to the end." Of course, people could interpret it in a different manner, depending on their mood that day.

Finally found a shoulder that I could cry on. Of all the people, she was the last person I expected. Just confirms that someone who's been there your whole life is the most suitable candidate for Shoulders Idol. Told me something that I hate to admit but I had to. Dried my tears and walked back home, only to find a pleasant surprise.

A small gathering. Warm and pleasant. For love birds flown to and fro. They arrived home. Added life into this cold and empty mansion where darkness conquers. Like a pain reliever, my wound no longer felt hurt and was plastered with a face of Hello Kitty.

Hello Kitty wages war.