Haha ok I wrote another stupid emo poem cuz kimchi was pestering me to write one xD err ya, but honestly speaking I’m really quite ashamed of this wan, like I juz pulled it out of e air while peeing one day n anyhow sat down to write it. U noe I think I spent a longer time trying to hack into our blog acc (cuz I couldn’t rmb e username n password) than I spent writing this??
Ok nvm, nobody visits this blog aniwaes, which will save me e embarrassment :)
Haha ok it really sucks so dun read if u dun wan to. Oh but you must read the title! (woohoo! I can officially pun across 3 languages now!)
Kk enjoy
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Sing a松
(Can be read as ‘sing a song’ or
‘singa-matsu’, whichever you prefer =)
The scene begins in an airport
It starts off with the single tapping of a foot,
And the excited shuffling of another.
18 other pairs of feet soon join in
And rhythm quickly picks up
As they sail into the first stanza.
A cord or two from ‘yume no tsubasa’joins in,
along with ‘liang shan bo yu zhu li ye’,
and our DJ, Zhang Quan remixes them together,
harajuku style
The vocals soon join in
Nigel, our soprano,
Barely hitting the highest (though somewhat off) key
With the rest of the guys his back-up altos
And the girls joining in (though somewhat strained)
As the tenor and bass
JiaJia, debbie and Ashley step up
As the lead singers of the chorus,
Their voices clear and distinct,
Like how this memory will always remain.
The others pick up their instruments and begin to play,
smiling wistfully at the memory of a familiar phrase,
‘Hamamatsu—city of music’
(They’d heard it when visiting the Yamaha factory)
Lay Ting and Esther strum the Shamisen and koto,
Their dainty notes speaking of the
Calligraphy lessons, yukata lessons and tea ceremonies.
Kimchi and Fang Yi join in,
Their fingers trailing the black and white piano keys,
So synchronized they are that it elicits
Mischievous smiles,
As the rest recall the scandals and kokuhakus
A techno beat is soon interspersed in,
It’s Clement’s way of telling his story
Of the comp labs and of sneaking off to K
Mean while, soft notes float from the violins
In Vivien’s and Mabel’s hands,
Mirroring the warm smiles of
the friends and families met in Hamamatsu.
And in the background,
Lam plays a brightly coloured flute,
Its red, yellow and green holes
Oddly resembling a traffic light
Alongside her, Weite, Shirley and Jo
Strap on their rocker gear
Their loud strumming matching
The ecstasy of Tokyo Disneyland
The chorus soon ends and stanza two begins.
Clement, Jo, Herrick and Ashley
Take up the roles of backup singers,
Ones which are small, yet important
Like the job of organizing social nite
They’d done a spectacular job,
For they’d really made it a memorable evening
Qian Rui and Gui Qi join in with the shaker,
The sound of its sand grains
Reminding the choir awfully much
of sand from sentosa which clung to them,
refusing to be washed off by time and tide,
much like the friendships formed that day.
The conductor’s stick Debbie raises up
(which closely resembles the satay sticks
they’d speared mashmallows with during the BBQ)
reminds them of that wonder national day BBQ
and the hearty songs they’d sung at the top of their voices.
so despite the embarrassing memory of the
lame (not to be confused with ‘lam’) performance
they’d put up during matching ceremony,
the choir links their arms and sway to music
as the bridge of the song approaches
The bridge sees the choir members
Each singing their own parts,
Their voices telling their own different stories.
Kimchi of his buddy robbing vending machines
And Nigel of his onnarashii(girly) buddy,
Esther of the spicy food her buddy couldn’t take
And Lay Ting of Bugis, Wild Wild Wet, and all the
Fun places she’d taken her buddy to.
And though each part is unique in its own way,
The dream-like quality they share in unmistakable.
And the song they carefully weave together,
Like the threads of the rich friendships formed,
Is beautiful beyond words.
The voices converge on the last beat,
Ending the song on a high note.
The applause that follows soon dies down
And each member leaves,
Returning to the quiet
Of their daily lives
Yet if one listened carefully,
One would hear the blithe tune
Still reverberating
From each
And every one of their hearts.