i love happy endings.

as much as i would like to pretend, to act suave, cool and unaffected,
inside, deep deep inside, squirmingly,

i really do.


but sometimes these happy endings come with a bitter aftertaste, which might not be a bad thing.
because today,

when we stood, united, our fists clutching each others, our teeth clenched, our eyes closed, our heads bowed, our hearts wishing,

when the awards were given for best float design and best float presentation,
i thought all was lost.
and the disappointment was so clearly written over all of our faces, all 17 of us, some perhaps more than others...

and i couldnt help, because the stubborn tears threatened to fall, and all i could do to stop myself from crying was to let mr mark emanuel [dunno how to spell] hug my head and console me and tell me it was alright


so when i believed the die was cast, and all was lost,
when the emcee announced for the rag shield to be presented to

'the hall that always goes to fong seng for supper'

i blanked out for a moment and thought, tears streaming on my face,
sheares people go to fong seng for supper meh?!


EUSOFF HALL RAGGERS WON THE RAG SHIELD 07/08!
bloody freaking hell blistering bollocks! with a team of 17 raggers, including only 3 wardrobers, who had to double up as engineers at the beginning,

we did it.



whatever sentiment,
whatever emotion,
whatever thought
just left my mind, left my soul, left my being

when thought came back,
i started to remember all the obstacles, all the disappointments, all the impossibles, all the discouragement, be it from the seniors, from ourselves, from the nature of our work, from elsewhere...


when we said we wanted to make a globe spinning on a c-frame with a slanted axis,
nobody believed it could be done.
the seniors advised us to adjust the design, and recommended a vertical axis, citing a slanted one as being quite impossible.

but we made it.
and i've been the silly bastard sitting behind this big baby, spinning it, shaking it from left to right while the dancers pump it along to space jam.


when we said we wanted to make the shuttle fly, nobody believed it could be done. people said we were insane, people said it would take a miracle, or 10 or so dragon boaters or andrew boeys to make it happen

but we did it.
with just 5 fanatastic rag guys. kudos to the fantastic shuttle team!





whatever thing that's impossible can just forget about it,

cause we just made the impossible possible.