some love just cannot be replaced. somehow something is just etched in the deepest corners of your memories, waiting for all opportunities to resurface, to drown the mind with the love again.
nyco. gwh'o7, you guys proved it once again. but really, though the honours was a great title, what touched me the most was the unity, and the music that you guys have it greatly defined as nyco's music.
juniors, i'm very very proud of you guys, especially my dearest cellobass juniors. you guys have grown so much when the time i left ny, and really sometimes i lament that i couldnt help you much then, but thank goodness you guys were in good hands and of course all those diligence. and with love, yeah good job today. (:
you know, tonight, i really miss nyco. and what makes it sadder is that i know a few more years down i won't know anyone anymore, probably except dearest miss chek, and like what's left that made the seniors like natalie, yileng and blahblah come back this afternoon is probably what's remaining of the nyco love.
then sooner or later, you just know at a point of time, the grip to the past will have to go.
ah wells. aint that easy dont u think. afterall, it's where i first belonged, and still belong. 21:28
