The Elections draw ever closer, and whilst we quiver in fear and sheer anticipation, the Darklings remain confident of their eventual triumph. Spouting rhetoric and self assured confidence, they preach honesty, integrity, endurance, passion! Viva la Union! Viva la Revolution! I'm afraid. really. A young boy wielding a notched and rusty sword facing off the Devil. i'm frustrated at my inability to act but to watch while they march on, their corrupted touch sullying the waters, and charring the very land upon which they trod. Once more, they unwittingly kill that which they claim to love, all in the quest for power. Power corrupts. Is that so? I have felt the eddying currents that have stirred within me ever since i first tasted power. The sweet taste of authority. Hold it in, learn to control the monster within.

Come Friday, we're going to have to go through the real thing. Devour your inner-demon. Don't let it devour you. If you fail, then you are lost, and that which we love will be deeply scarred. Come Friday, we will wield words as we have never done before, veiling our intentions behind a pretentious mask of chill dignity. Come Friday, the result of a year's work on our part will come to fruitition. And Come Friday, we will see that once more, popularity truimphs over capability, and that the deserving, do not always attain that which they desire.

Vote for Farhan, Yuting, Glenn, Sarah, John, Geraldine, Kay, Tat Yi and Derek for TPSU, come 22nd May, to 24th May, at the SDC building, Cyber Centre.

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