08 November 2003
11:27 AM
Yesterday was Choral Night
fund-raising. Our very last one together, and maybe for the rest of our Nanyang days. We just sat in a circle, in darkness. It was like some bad movie, when the horror music would start playing and the actors would start screaming. But I guess the darkness was not that foreboding after all, because all I felt was warmth and bitterness inside. The moon was really bright and round up in the dull sky, and with clouds scattered all around, it was the classic werewolf scene. It was hard
not to feel that it was a special, meaningful moment.
We sang our unofficial class 'anthem'
Friends, and when it came to the harmonising part, I was worried that too many people would sing one part, but it turned out that we ended perfectly, with almost an equal number of people singing the 2 parts. It was as if we could sense who was singing what. It spelt one word:
Unity.
We talked, and cried our hearts out, and going anti-clockwise, poured out our feelings for the
final time in 2003 as 2/9ners. We thanked people for their contributions to our lives, because if we had one less person from the list, how would we be able to call ourselves a class of 2/9? We didn't manage to complete our circle talk, but we were 'singing the same tune'. "Thank you 2/9, for all the memories."
We were "chased out" in the end, and we walked or were driven home, but I think those 2/9 thoughts were still in our minds, and I trudged home with a full heart.
Like Yibing said just before she left, with a flourish of hand:
I love you, 2/9.
