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Wednesday, July 26, 2006: Yes! It worked! Woohoo!!
Yes. I just logged out and back in successfully!! Whoot whoot whoot!! Ok, allow me to copy and paste my old post on my 'miscarried' blog - I logged out of it and the next thing I knew, I couldn't sign in.
Here goes:
[title] Yes, it may be a bit late now, but... still want to say... [end of title]
I've been to a few blogs by participants in the recent Choral Festival X, here in Singapore... And many of them say that they missed the Choral Fest!! Well, so did I! Wish I could've ranted about it before now, nobody's been talking about it at school and... *sob* I miss it! I really do!! I was a Chor1ster i.e. from Choir 1. It was fantastic... *side note to all Chor1sters* From Wikipedia, here's the meaning of our piece, "Salut de la Veille des O":
O salutaris hostia = O saving victim
Quae caeli pandis ostium = Open wide Heaven's gates to men below
Bella premunt hostilia = our foes press on from every side
Da robur = Thy strength bestow
Fer auxilium = thine aid supply
In case you're wondering why the words don't match up with Wikipedia's entry, I know a bit of Latin, because my dictionary has all the etymologies of words. "Hostia" means "victim", "caelum" means "Heaven" [meaning that "caeli" could be a derivative] , "hostilia" here means "enemies", "robur" means "strength", "fer" means "bring" and "auxilium", "help". Because of this knowledge of a few words, I split the first line of the English translation (according to Wikipedia) into "O saving Victim" and "open wide".
Yeah.I so miss Choir 1, Mrs Wilson and her alumni!! This little poem's dedicated to all of you who made it so excellent:
~On being a Chor1ster~
That was the time for which I long
My seniors too, the attachment was strong
Friendship and the Saving Victim
The songs we sang, about it and Him
Without an oar, I still can row
But not leave friends without letting tears flow
O Saving Victim, please give me strength
To last this time of trials so
Away from friends with whom we did bond
Far more permanent than dew on a lily frond
With Mrs Wilson and gang, we couldn’t go wrong
Where singing’s concerned, they made us more strong
Such is the time to which I yearn
(If it even is possible) to return
Give me wings that I may return
Let me hop on the "A" Train, that I may return...
[Chor1sters rock!! Rock on!!]
~Seraphine Chorister~ sang in The Butterfly Garden
[9:15 PM]
