Rag Day 2007 at Padang. Lack of sleep, smelling like shit, grumpy tempers. The adrenaline rush. Waiting. Going through one program after another. More waiting. The final presentation. Joy, success, exhilaration.
Then.... disappointment. Sadness. Tears, frustration. A strange and horrid sense of deja vu. A repeat of last year.
What's going to happen next?
Come on Arts raggers!!! Pick yourselves up. We'll keep showing and proving to the rest that we are the BEST rag faculty ever! Even if we aren't recognized by an award or medal (which, doesn't count much at the end of the day anyway), we know that we are creating fear, awe and respect from others. And most importantly, we know that we are THE BEST and TRUE WINNERS in our own hearts.
This could be my last year ragging. Or next year could be my last. Whatever it is, I've never ever regretted taking part in rag, despite all the unglam prospects and 'sai kang' (as others see it). It is truly an amazing experience that tests and pushes you, and I will never forget it. Thank you, all those who have been a part of my rag life the past three years. Let's keep the Arts Rag spirit flying high, shall we?
a girl who spends too much time doing things she shouldn't be doing, like writing. and dreaming. and slacking.