Mira. plain ol' jane. a year older every september 30th. for some reason, i love saying "Seriously". the label in my heart is "2pm". in love with music. better off being taller. :D

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8:28 PM

i can't believe it.
we got silver.
yea, it's white gold but still..
it's a silver.
we've trained so hard for 8 months+, for that 8 minutes show,
but still, we get a silver.

when the results was announced, i was so shocked.
i thought Gold was no problem but the "with honours" was.
so obviously my heart literally drop on the field, like "thud".
& i couldn't pick it up 'cause i was in rehatkan diri position so i can't move my legs. i don't mean it literally.

but when i turned to face the school, i was crying uncontrallably.
i felt like i let down the school.
we always make so much "noise" (music), they bear with it.
we always block the way, they bear with it.
because of us, they had to waste their Saturday to come & support.
just like that, it ended; with the word SILVER.

it seems so tragic, that we move forward and start the song right after we stop.
when i played the first phrase of "Katak Lompat", my notes kind of crack, because tears rolled down my cheeks.

the seniors, those usually irritating ones, actually patted us on the shoulders, consoling us.

i made it a point to play louder and better.
surprisingly, i could reach my high notes but so what?

when the instruments down, i cried while chins up.
i cried uncontrollably.
like seriously.
i didn't look up so much.
it was embarrassing.

and that happened twice.

so, the whole way i was sobbing, pausing in between to adjust my lip position as i cannot concentrate. tears continued pouring down. the last note, i manage to reach, but when we keluar baris, i absolutely break down.

i cried real badly.

the seniors continuously consoled me, including teachers. my section mates consoled me but end up crying too. one of my Band Leaders, ask me to stop crying twice.
the malay dancers, hug me too.
when we marched back to board the bus, that's when i was ask by Wei Lun to stop crying, i started to control myself and shout the timing.

but my voice cracked.

then while waiting, a school, i won't mention, even played their songs so loudly.
like "hello, we're crying right here, so at least be a little humble?"
some instruments even face us.
some showed off their twirling of the instruments.

2010, i make sure that gold with honours, is ours AGAIN.
this time, no reduction.

i'll be a senior, and its my duty to show what BPGHS band can really do, which others don't know.

too emo.
but i can't help it.
band means a lot to me.

[ im tired of waitin' ]