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Wednesday, March 12, 2008
I just wish we were meant to be together.
I bet most of my friends have blogged about the choir camp and you have read about it.You must have expected me to blog about something else. Too bad. I was the leader for CHAMELEON.You people rock my world!Well,despite being scolded for disobeying orders that I wasn`t even told of,being scolded for taking up space we didn`t know was booked and so on,somehow,I did quite enjoy it. The food was the first.A lot of people didn`t finish the food,sehh.Just ate the fish and chicken. Second,the company.I mean,I finally had a good relationship with the malay girls in the choir.How great is that? But what made my mind so boggled up and wrecked was the fight that I had with Munirah.We keep on arguing about this Christian song we`re supposed to sing in choir practices.It goes like this: M:(in malay) We can sing this song.It`s praising Jesus,and Jesus is our Prophet,right? A:(in malay) I don`t wanna think about this song anymore.I`m so stressed up because of this song!I don`t wanna talk about it.If you want to sing it,just sing! M:(in malay) A little thing could also make you angry. At that moment,I could have just cried.Wanted to break down but couldn`t because everyone was watching me.One tear trickled down my cheek as I began to wonder whether the words should come out from my mouth. But she did tell me to not take it to heart.Don`t worry,Munirah,I`ll take it to the soul.To be honest with you,I was terribly hurt.Didn`t I tell you I was sensitive.Sometimes,I just DON`T KNOW YOU AT ALL. If I leave you,the possibilities of you falling into depression is higher. If I don`t,I`ll keep on suffering in the silence you give me everyday. The question is,TO END IT OR TO KEEP HOLDING ON? | |
