"Hear, hear!"

The strings of music so distant and yet sing together as one harmonious note played a tune of awe and high regard for the members of parliament. The opposition lays its fundamental case with such gusto and deep-rooted logic and the proposition are just left flabbergasted, praying for some form of miraculous hope to shin in favour of them. Of course, we practical parliamentarians know that miracles are just fragments of limbo, and they did wake up from their dream during the floor debate.

"Yes please, that gentlemen from RI may pose his question"

From the stance of the opposition comes a true Rafflesian, suited up in his blazer to a tee, with teeth glistening and a wide friendly smile, and humbly proclaims that he has an inquisition for the Government, but would like to express it as a poem. The melody seeps out of his gentle lips as he purses them, and the house is entranced by this piece of perfection. No doubt, this encouraged more supporters to attack the poor Government, who takes a backseat and retains their anxious prayers for the agony to end.

"May we please invite a question for the opposition"

So we have come to this extent, that we have to be forced to be denied--let it be then! One, two tiny soldiers walk up in their oversized armour but was rejected undoubtedly. Reinforcements arrive as we pull out the remaining trump cards, both of which shot back sharply.

"Hear, hear!"

And when the reply was conducted, the proposition paused their prayers and if I may have the leeway to describe, that their pleas to God were shifted to our commanding presence. The meek soldiers begging for mercy to be shown but unsparingly, we send out the best we can, clinching the best speaker award and best team of our debate. Sadly, RGS stole the challenge shield from our hands, which were indeed close to keeping it. But we tell you today, audience of this blog, that we have done our part as Rafflesians, be it participating in the debate or offering constructive feedback (and poetry) during the floor debate, and we have left a legacy that will be long-lasting and this awe shall be firmly rooted within the grounds of parliament--that rafflesians stick together as one and competition strives us as one union. Therefore, we say that RI is indeed the true winner, to undeniable take away the true values of this program.

"Hear, hear!"

And if I weren't reminded to practice strict parliament decorum, I would have initiated the sacred cheer.