Just dance, gotta be ok

When I say tired, I think of Justin’s face. This weird expression, followed by the rolling of eyes, and this soft exclamation of “Oh GG”

I’m so tired, not just physically (try working from 7 to 5 each day), it’s more like mentally (because well, the party functions with my brain), and this pressure pressing against my chest is practically deflating my boobs.

I was telling Eng Hean and Ze Khan I’m wilting, and that if my brain was made of grapes, I’ve been using it too much, and now what’s left are raisins. Ohh, and now i’m the laughing stock of the Hijau Marchers, can’t help that my SEMANGAT cheer is so entertaining. =/

As much as I’m tired, I enjoy every single moment at HIJAU DECO ROOM with every single HIJAU-IAN, really. Winning seems so unimportant when I work with them (or boss them around, waka).

I’ll be looking back at the fun things that happened 10 years later.

Bucket man, stomp on your left foot, boom snap clap, tanks, china ah peks, we’re hijauians we’re durians, the weird yet familiar smell of deco room, the feeling of starch slipping through my fingers, and how pretty everyone looked when they work so hard for things they believe in.

HIJAU YEAH :D

some people look at the impossible and ask why?
I look at the same situation and ask, why not?