Compression

i know i said i wouldn't blog until 3 Oct, but hey.
i did warn you about lapses in my willpower. =D

annd that people's words shouldn't be taken for granted (yes, i've been reading zc-sama's archived posts about that incident with the summary and the 5 pages.)

this does somehow (twistedly enough) prove that i have moodswings, jumping from mugging to happy to mullish to pissed to jocular to emo within 10 minutes.

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i just realised that this 2 weeks is the culmination of around 10 years of work.

10 years of what i've been working on, for the past decade. a decade-long worth of work and effort and torn hairs all come down to this.

Ten years of
laughter and tears,
close friendships that grew apart,
rallyings, friends that kept in touch,
remembrance, pain, sweat, honour and glory,
a field where saga trees grew and sticks we used to smash the fruits to get the seeds with,
a giant abacus that i had to carry up and down three storeys,
a staff room that was renovated to resemble the esplanadurian (imho!),
a cemented field that acted like a nice solar suana for hot sunny days,
chionging around with close friends,
helping out,
feeling shuang when we finally won something,
feeling so damn shuang when we finally defeated our arch-rivals in competitions,

... and oh yeah, studying. (minor point.)

10 years.
40 terms.
400 weeks.
2800 days.
28000 hours.

all these things and more
reflected in a couple of sheets of paper
to tell us whether we did good or not?

...

i don't know whether to laugh or cry.