'05
In many ways, they out-achieved us.
videos
wrongness
dota
gong jiao spirit
what's more, that night's performance was one that "kept their stealth bombers above" "that destroyed the frozen throne"
yet, luck it seems, is always against us.
or, it could jsut be the flawed system of using scores as a criterion
or it could be the judges
or it could be the matchups
it could be so many things.
it didnt seem so long ago
when we got hit
or the year before.
it might just have been a year back
but all that was experienced
seemed revisited within those few moments
i remember a year back squatting down outside the classroom, still in disbelief.
i remember screaming abt it on our way out.
i remember being so loud that we didnt want to take P's car.
i remember attempting walking all the way to queensway, getting lost, nearly rsiking my life to a car and ultimately taking a cab of no more than 5 mins dsitance.
before this, everything always turned out alright someway or another even if we messed up a bit.
i remember the faces we saw
the attmepted comforts
and even the comment on the new blazers.
i remember
we didnt go home from there
we took a cab
to the bus stop
the bus stop
that bus stop
i remember than
lying on those fields
gazing at the stars
and trying
ever so trying
to realise that
that this was it
and it was final
no more next competition
no more make-up
no more second chances.
i remember reading robin's blog
and crying my eye sockets dry
i remember how all the talks we talked
visions visioned
and dreams dreamed
they all seemed so distant that night
and we marvelled
how one's driving mechanism
could be dashed in a single hour.
it wasnt just that night
or the week's sleep of torment
school continued as normal
but hell it was the furthest thing from normal.
it almost felt as if we were up there with apollo 13
but the earth had already been hit.
in cat high
all that we ever did
we did it for the team
now that that sense of purpose was taken from us
we had little left to fight for.
it wasnt the smoothest of roads
and that you can trust me to know.
i at the least
was a reject of the trials
and together with lum
forced our way into the team through pure hardwork and persistance.
we didnt start the perfect team
neither did we work well with each other
yet we overcome all that
and we became gong jiao 04
our legacy still remains.
all that
and more
told us
that one year
one year wasnt so long ago after all.
perhaps the only thing that comforts us tonight is the fact that we didnt get knocked out by a coin toss.
videos
wrongness
dota
gong jiao spirit
what's more, that night's performance was one that "kept their stealth bombers above" "that destroyed the frozen throne"
yet, luck it seems, is always against us.
or, it could jsut be the flawed system of using scores as a criterion
or it could be the judges
or it could be the matchups
it could be so many things.
it didnt seem so long ago
when we got hit
or the year before.
it might just have been a year back
but all that was experienced
seemed revisited within those few moments
i remember a year back squatting down outside the classroom, still in disbelief.
i remember screaming abt it on our way out.
i remember being so loud that we didnt want to take P's car.
i remember attempting walking all the way to queensway, getting lost, nearly rsiking my life to a car and ultimately taking a cab of no more than 5 mins dsitance.
before this, everything always turned out alright someway or another even if we messed up a bit.
i remember the faces we saw
the attmepted comforts
and even the comment on the new blazers.
i remember
we didnt go home from there
we took a cab
to the bus stop
the bus stop
that bus stop
i remember than
lying on those fields
gazing at the stars
and trying
ever so trying
to realise that
that this was it
and it was final
no more next competition
no more make-up
no more second chances.
i remember reading robin's blog
and crying my eye sockets dry
i remember how all the talks we talked
visions visioned
and dreams dreamed
they all seemed so distant that night
and we marvelled
how one's driving mechanism
could be dashed in a single hour.
it wasnt just that night
or the week's sleep of torment
school continued as normal
but hell it was the furthest thing from normal.
it almost felt as if we were up there with apollo 13
but the earth had already been hit.
in cat high
all that we ever did
we did it for the team
now that that sense of purpose was taken from us
we had little left to fight for.
it wasnt the smoothest of roads
and that you can trust me to know.
i at the least
was a reject of the trials
and together with lum
forced our way into the team through pure hardwork and persistance.
we didnt start the perfect team
neither did we work well with each other
yet we overcome all that
and we became gong jiao 04
our legacy still remains.
all that
and more
told us
that one year
one year wasnt so long ago after all.
perhaps the only thing that comforts us tonight is the fact that we didnt get knocked out by a coin toss.