See² was a highlight of my high school years; it holds a lot of memories (desk-moving, towel-flipping and human foosball included) and it’s where I got most my CIP hours from.
Although the CIP hour thing is pretty much irrelevant this year, it still holds a place close to my heart as that event which only I and a few select others may have the fortune to discover and enjoy, much like that brandless candy you find on shelves that no one buys but tastes like heaven. People have left (I still insist that it’s a damn shame 🙁 ) while others have joined and familiar faces are all around. Everyone’s friendly and chummy and Ray Yan’s seriously too cool.
And I’m thankful for being put into Logistics. While I’m pretty shit at listening to presentations about concepts, I love running around to settle orders. Perfect for me. And I got to work with fantastic people. Like Edmund, Vanessa, Derrick and Clarice. And I have to thank Clarice for letting me “practice” how to speak to the opposite sex. It’s easier than I thought. So thanks. Childish! It’s nice to have female friends because they aren’t complete assholes like guys are.
But I’m departing with a hint of sorrow. We might be having a hiatus of 5-10 years, and we might tackle see² when we’re in uni. As ridiculous as it may sound, it’s a good way for us to achieve recognition. But will everyone be willing to take up this commitment after all this time? I can’t be sure myself.
I can’t really ramble on about see² so I’ll ramble about this. I tried to say hi today. To give me a, you know, sense of closure… After all, she’s changed me so much into the person I am now. To not know her personally would be ungrateful, right?
But… I couldn’t do it. She had too many friends and although I caught her eye once or twice, I didn’t have the courage to raise my arm to even wave. I was so nervous that I was fighting the urge to puke. I walked past her thrice, the last one after 15 minutes of contemplation.
And I gave up.
I was glum for my lack of balls. But I’m letting fate run it’s course this time: if I’m fated to know her personally, then the moment will present itself. I’m not going to do anything. Yes, I probably still like her, but I’m not smitten any more. I’ll let go and see where this takes me.
I suddenly feel free, free to go completely gaga over another person, free to talk to any girl I want without having my balls shrinking, free to talk to anyone who wants to talk.
And once again, another chapter ends: two major parts of my life are probably over. I should look for better things in life now. Like Skyrim. Or Saints Row 3. Or MW3.
GAME OVER
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