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Thursday, October 28, 2010

It's gonna be a long post, so bear with it.
My dearest Underground Crew, this is for you.

Roses are red, Violets are blue,
Will we still be as sticky as the glue?



It's never gonna be the same now that I wont be training in Bishan anymore,
things will be so different,
no more little tiny fight talks we used to have,
how we apologized for a minor accidental kicks during training,
getting angry over small gossips,
yet at the same time all of us remained true,
remained as one crew.

Those times when I fought, the motivation, the cheers,
the camps we struggled in,
morning run and hardcore major inner struggle
the bitchiness going around we had to internally suffer,



it's these small little bitter-sweet things that now,
became a memory, wrapped around this heart,
promise, to never let it go.


If one day I'll go over to another center, I may be your rival,
but deep inside, you guys are the friends I made, the ones that stood by me, through fights the tears and blood, literally hahaha, all praises to the Almighty for giving me a chance to get to know you guys, cos really, you people are nothing but the stars that made me who I am today.







The strong, confident Raudah who is not afraid to fight for the crew.
Because you people exist.





Keep the team spirit going.
If not for the circumstances that goes beyond my capabilities, I would have stayed. You guys have seen the ugly side of me, the cranky evil side of me I revealed once in a while, the little monstrous talent I bring it out wherever I want to win so much, that tiny feeling of nervousness, a tinge of fear that you people never fail to cover it with your lifetime bottle of honey-coated words and hugs.



My little bitch, gotta admit even if its the longest time since we met,
we're never out of words, there's so much I have in common with you,
perhaps first impression doesnt really count eh. How we met was bizarre, but this friendship you and I share, is beyond Silat trainings and competitions. It's something I will and always say to everyone, She's my girl, my best rival.



My babe, you on the other hand knows so much more about me,
you spotted every little wrong details and made it right for me.
And when I cry, you'll cry, literally.
That's why I love you so much. Hahaha,
for always being there since we were 5, we may now not meet so often anymore,
but Silat was another thing we shared together,
which I never, ever want to forget.
Cos in my eyes, you are your own best fighter. :)



Nur Ain, you've been my motivation since we started as friends.
You never knew this, but you made me stronger, you put up hope for all of us, you made me as strong as you can ever help me with, You, have been my greatest inpiration.
We may not train together anymore, but continue being the best, because one day, when you succeed, I want to be just like you, my babe.

It's beyond words, really to express how much gratitude I have towards you guys.
UC, you've been my every Saturday, my every sacrifice and fun I kept away from so as to see you people together for a little more than just a fun training, but this thing called team.



Yesterday, might be the last time we trained.
Last year might be the last year we travelled for Singapore as a team.
But tomorrow, you guys will always be the UC I know.

Things crumble, everything changes,
but these sweet memories, are meant to assure me that,
these few years have been worthwhile.

Now keep fighting, and go Bishan North!!



If ever I am lost, in UC I find myself.
Sincerely, from my sister and I.