with the headphones on

and the music pumped,

pre-vjc days pass through

the grey matter.

i dream, and dreamed i did

back to that history making day

where the nation crowned her

first idol, i was at home

- mesmorised not by him

but by them. vjchoir.

feeling just so darn proud

of people whom i didn't know

but yet had great admiration

and awe for them, i couldn't help

but want to join them even

before i joined the school.

the credits played soon afterward

and that name slowly but constantly

moved up the screen. vjc.

now i sit here facing the street

a foreigner in the unknown

yet with the headphones still on

and the music pumping the drums

thoughts still flow through the matter.

that's the power of a song;

i do miss vjchoir.