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Tuesday, June 13, 2006

Well, it's a classic (some say cliched) start: I was tidying up my room, and then I came across a chunky grey file. Guess what it contained? Primary school tests, from the days when I could score A's without effort? Letters from a secret admirer? Suicide notes?

Nah. None of the above. It contained possibly every musical score from my AHS choir days.

Yeah yeah, you think it's boring. But to me, these things contain a lot of fond memories. Yep, back when AHS choir was good. Makes me sad to think about the state it is in now. I miss AHS choir, the old one, of course. I miss singing Cui Dong Cui! It was a beautiful song, and still is, of course. It's a pity I'll never get to sing it again, with the members from my time. Damn, I feel so old now. Must be the "I'm past 18" birthday thingy and all.

I'll end my entry with the lyrics from the song "Memory", from the Andrew Llyod Weber musical "Cats". A hauntingly beautiful song. I love it. You can also hear the music on http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RLoMIll2bRY&search=Weber.

Memory

Midnight, not a sound from the pavement
Has the moon lost her memory?
She is smiling alone
In the lamplight
The withered leaves collect at my feet
And the wind begins to mourn

Memory on a lull in the moonlight
I can dream of the old days
Life was beautiful then
I remember the time
I knew what happiness was
Let the memory live again

Every streetlamp seems to beat
A fatalistic warning
Someone mutters and the streetlamp sputters
And soon it will be morning

Daylight, I must wait for the sunrise
I must think of a new life
And I mustn’t give in
When the dawn comes
Tonight will be a memory too
And the new day will begin

But our ends of smoky days
The stale, cold smell of morning
A streetlamp dies, another night is over
Another day is dawning

Touch me, it’s so easy to leave me
All along with the memory
Of my days in the sun
If you touch me
You’ll understand what happiness is
Look, a new day has begun



P.S. The lyrics may not be accurate.

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