so many things had happened since the last post which seems to me like a year ago. i'll just highlight the few occasions still fresh reeling through my head.
BizWorld Asia 2005 (Zhuliana, don't start crying.) after knowing that there is no trip overseas for the winning team, i, we got even hungrier for the goddamn trophy. get this straight : we Won second place and LOST to Paya Lebar Methodist Girls' School.RAWRR i could kill them all in one shot if i had a gun right that moment the winner was announced. call me sour grapes, i don't fucking care. their prototype was shit. a toddler could do it and rip it apart just as fast. besides, there is no effort it making their prototype. no colour as well. we took pains to come up with our product. it doesn't even look like its made out of toilet rolls. from an actual idea, we put it to concrete visual, then to simplifying it and tightening our production budget. we even had to compromise with our parents for coming home late from a week. HELLO JUDGES, ONLY ONE GODDAMN SHARE WAS SOLD! DID YOU FORGET TO COUNT OUT COMPANY'S VAL-FUCKING-UE?! it sold, alright. everyone wanted it. there were three customers coming to our stall, asking for the product when our stock's all cleared. HAH. speech advertisement : i froze up. i thought i had everything in mind. but fuck, i did not. good thing ashraf went up with me. i threw questions at the audience - especially targetting at the ladies in the hall. one of the ladies, she thought a small tube couldn't fit all her money in and this random thing crossed my mind 'come on, there's three holes.' yeah, it isn't funny in text. you had to be around to laugh at it. oh, and we got this advisor they call it 'guardian angel' - ADRIAN *cries* we couldn't have survived without him too. but in anyway, the six of us - Peony & Orchid Inc. - have got that stonger/better drive in success through the days. the experience can't be exchanged with anything else EXCEPT TRADING FOR THE TROPHY, ACKNOLEDGEMENT OF FIRST PLACE AND A TRIP TO LUXEMBURG. we had good times in the process.
HERITAGE RACE (indirectly with Israelis) i had to get out of school. we trotted 'round the central and civic district to heritage-related places and get questions answered and get our cards, with points. haha LATE president. hahahaha and along the way we're always colliding with this team trotting with Israelis. they're always begging us for answers. so uh, iman tak kuat so pegi buke daa. HAHA,wtf. it was fun actually. damn adrian not being there for us when we needed help. di mana guardian angelku? HAHA
SUBJECT COMBINATION it's a mental dilemma between combinations 10, 24, 37. jhgmhy*&^*&(897[08 why must there be so many choices, and WHY EIGHT SUBJECTS?
SADLY DEPARTED 2S - 28th October 2005 for the whole day in school, i went on and off crying. sentimental, perhaps. but, look at us. we took two years to just bloody bond, be as one. someone could just blast a joke and the whole class would laugh in unision, leaving the teacher puzzled. hey, we have inside jokes too. beer belly - YAMSENG! bahaha. we could all talk now. maybe partly because mahathir has gone. HAHA but still, even though we still find a few nuisances,compared to last year the class is more chatty with different people, too. good things always have to fucking end.
Our Last October The first hour was awkward Simple silence and weird looks Heh, tall socks and stupid hair! Shitty student leaders With kiddy ice-breakers Yeah, we were strangers alright.
Hours dragged all through months Merely surviving lengthy periods And teachers that sucked except one First semester done, YAY, one more to go We grew closer, not yet bonded Too fast, there goes First year – sealed and ended.
Kids scattered in clans Done with their fun, back in homerooms again Second phase of us, first term just passed Altogether we made bitter and sweet plots Teachers became victims of our story To make it up to us, for those tests they made us fret over.
Remember Mid-year’s aftermath? We cried out little hearts fucking dry Hugs and consolation we’d offer ourselves We shared the same plight We’ve bonded alright One last semester, didn’t think this could go.
To date it’s been twenty months Minus holidays, seventeen full moons’ passed We now stand side by side, united Our brains collaborated Finals in the way, soon separated rooms Dear God, let our last October be The first medal of our wayward lives
After this, no more full moons will we watch together For gone as our time as fourteen-year-olds Almost two years, almost a family It was worthwhile, though short still sweet Cos as hours leave the 31st These memories of us’ll bring me to tears
Goodbye 2S, hello new friends Things won’t ever be the same again This is our life, our story – all from scratch The life we knew, not wanted The best achievement The golden trophy. All that'll pass, will end too fast. <3 - these images that i have seen, they still burn inside of me
