The debates are over. We didn't win. Haha.. but it sure as hell, knitted the whole lot of us closer, and yes, to the extent of entangling (physically, and pornographically in the future) 2 persons I am proud to have as friends.
They'd best heed my advice - compulsory bergedil, sambal prawns and whatever more I want to eat at the wedding, else, it's a SGD$2 ang pow!!!
You have been warned!
And yes, the amount of concern we showed each other from the start, right up to the end of the competition lingers beyond. The level of guidance we received, the charged motions we felt, our spirit... Can be summed up beautifully by a simple word - UNRIVALLED.
The trophies, title, no longer became our focus of attention. We've become one.
At present, school's ok. I'm glad to have all of my friends back. There have been some changes though. Some have found partners, whom I pray treat my friends decently, else I may be forced to twist their necks until they hit that point just before snapping, forcing me to repeat the feat over and over again. I prefer pure torture for bastards. Death should not come too cheaply for the likes of them.
On the other hand, lecturers are extreme cases. I have a lecturer who's even drier then the bone dry subject she's in charge of. I'm trying to be nice this last and final semester, so I'm strapping my tongue down.
Thou shalt not maketh bitchy remarks at that pregnant woman.
Another lecturer imparted the art of feigning innocence in the face of tribulation during a tutorial. Apparently, she only closed her eyes because she had a headache. An event totally unrelated to the fact that she almost appeared to have dozed off in the middle of class.
I wonder if she'll accept my reason of 'prayer' the next tutorial?
And we have Andy SJ Ong again. Moonie's eye candy with the indian tongue. This time round, probably by the grace of a 2 and 1/2 month bonus from the government for all civil servants, Mr Ong's back with a revamped wardrobe which accentuates his tight bum. Woohoo..!!
Moonie's lips are shining due to all the salivation. I'm not complaining either.
The gang (or half) insists i NOW have a brother in school. They say some guy and i resemble each other. Last year, they said it was some other girl. These people don't learn. I have told them countless times that i possess this crime watch face.
Blame the freaking genes!! Or the eyebrow raising possibility of my parents, you know ..
Food in school remains the same old cookie cutter mould. Same mixed vegetable rice. Same funny eyed woman manning the ever popular malay mixed rice stall - i believe her eyeballs are magnetic, its a superpower she secretely harbours. You don't verbalize your order fast enough and you die! Same disgusting food at the air-conditioned food court. Same artery clogging morsels at the fast food areas.
Same familiarity all round.
Apart from some isolated cases of pure bitchiness, things are where I like them to be.
In a few months, this routine will give way to a new, and hopefully, intrinsically satisfying one. One that will empower me to shoulder responsibility, command (shreds) of respect and export me back into the working world.
It's a moment I anticipate with both dread and such excitement.
