It's over in that spilt second, but in our memories it would last.

It's been a year.
For the whole of today I have been deliberately written my date wrongly.
As 290609.

It's so unbelievable.
For the whole of today, I was slowly recalling what we are doing at this point of time of the day.
Really, all the memories just flood back.
All the sweat and everything, I didn't mind. I miss it.
But it's all over now. What's left are pictures, music and memories.
Etched.

To others it may just be a date, but for us, or me, it's a day where I danced out the best.
The day I felt the family in Nan Hua Dance Society.

A year ago's today was so perfect.
I remembered the little things we've done together, not only as a batch, more of a Society.
There's too many memories, I can't type all out here.

Gradually when we would dance this dance again, there were spaces.
'93 left, '94.
So it's only '95 left to dance the bamboo part.
But what are we without them?

Nobody can understand how attached we feel towards this dance.
Nobody can understand how we feel as we recall the every dance step.
Nobody but us.

Among all these, y'know who i miss the most?
Ninetythree, and the NHDS that was.

Entries of the practices and performance 09.