and so Sing City 2 was over, kinda like a dream. no more rushing from classes to rehearsals and madly trying to clear HW in between scenes. no more walking in the cold to Fisher Bennett Hall for rehearsals in venues that we did not book. and no more junk food from C3 and greasy chinese food from beijing. that feeling of being harassed but still dying for more, handing in shoddy work to finally find out what we are truly made of.

i guess anything of value that emerged from the entire fiasco with the house dean was that Sing City 2 told a true story, one that offers slices of Singaporean life at Penn. From the times of NS, to the times of being a blur freshman through a graduating senior. One could say that it's the universality of uncertainty, of reasons, passion and ambition, of adventure, of culture, hope and love, of friendship, of being uniquely singaporean at penn that belie whatever singlish, music and dancing that really got across. whatever it is, we are proud of it enough to share it with the world. and that is perhaps why it turned out to be such a success (not blowing our own trumpet here cos like all live shows, murphy loomed over the RTL), because we believed in every bit of it.

it's almost like a dream now that it's over and we cannot stop singing this tune or saying that line. as time goes by, when all of us have left this place, what will be the melody that will continue playing?

something that i've been looking for since so long ago, i cant remember. yet this feels strangely different yet familiar.