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People! Whoever out there that reads this: Jon Leong sings better than Hady! But you have to admit that Hady has better stage presence...and maybe that's what's so important if one wants to be an idol.

Either way, Hady screams so much such that he goes out off tune quite frequently. And still, Taufik > Hady. So why not add a little diversity and let Jon Leong win? So that we'll have two different people that have very different singing styles, instead of a Taufik, and another Taufik-spoof that's not as good as Taufik himself?

Jon Leong still has heart, at least. He'll be the next coldplay hopefully.
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Indoor stadium rocks! Yeah, went to watch SI Finals (Performance show); thnx to my dad for the free tickets! And Gurmit was good (=

It was a good show, with the two sets of emcees (and 1 of them fell off the stage, sprained his ankle, and spoilt the mic). Full of shouting and cheering, something that I haven't heard and seen in a long time (I don't follow SI THAT closely. And I'm usually in a rather peaceful environment). Well, good to take a break.
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Good luck to everyone who have eoys coming up.
I can't understand why our school has to have it so late...give us less time to play. But well, being forgetful as usual, I have suddenly realised that life is going to be just as stressful after eoys. Well, I don't have a choice do I?

As usual, busy with the usual load of work and stuff. More tests, more projects. Hope everyone pulls through too (=
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Does it really matter if I know you well? You hide behind walls, blend into the shadows, run at the slightest disturbance. But I have this little torch in my hand. It's a puny one, black as the darkest of nights (xD) with a tiny red button to switch it on and off. Small as it may seem, it was dear to me, extremely in fact. It was my only beacon of light, my lifeline, all my hope depended on this weak beam of light.

Finding this needle in a haystack was a pain in the neck. I was weary, and my hand ached too. Then a faint knock. It came from somewhere on my left. I shifted the sweat-coated torchlight and panned it around, straining my eyes to see any form of movement. Vaguely, I could spot a shadow in the shadow of a huge trash dump. Were my eyes playing tricks on me? I stared harder. It was not out of anger that I did it, it was not out of the hurt I had been through that I made this decision, neither was it out of my heart. I had grown cold in this lifeless world, feelings had no more significance. All I wanted to do was to find you and bring you home.

I did it. And no you were not there. I had my hopes high moments ago, but now this balloon was deflated and flying away. Yet no matter what, I will continue finding you till my torchlight wears out. Maybe when there's no more light you'll come to hide in my shadow.