After All This Time
Friday, November 23rd, 2007After All This Time…Simon Webbe’s song???
Yeah, but here I don’t wanna write about songs…I just wanna write about what happened to me recently…
Hmm…1 week ago…me (and my friends, my team) were supposed to be a winner in Phyxius English Debate Championship 2007 (supposed to be? haha…dreaming is FREE, right???). But somehow, I found myself lying on my bed, crying, and realizing that we LOST.
We lost sadly, from a team that, actually, was able to be defeated. And I cursed myself for being a loser. I got thousands of SMS from EGALITA IRFAN, my dear 3rd speaker (actually she’s my best 2nd, but yeah…our coach has “bersabda” to us that Ega was better to be 3rd). She felt, and is feeling, and feels (which tense is right???) the same with me.
Yea, after all this time, after all our sacrifice, n now I’m feeling dumped, by who? By everybody. Mother blames me and she said she wouldn’t let me to do debate again. Because I was sick!!! And I’m sick now, still…not sick of debate, but really sick (COUGH, FLU, and “RADANG TENGGOROK”…what’s that called??).
Yeah, actually (how many times I wrote actually?) my body’s not very strong,,so I’m easy to be sick…
and this is not only about physical sickness, but also…heart sickness?? HEH?? Yahhh…you know what I mean.
Teachers at school (whom I chased because of “ULANGAN SUSULAN”….huaaahhhh I’m a bit sleepy so I think I can’t write English perfectly right now…) always asked “Did you win?” >> “Meunang teu???” and I always answered no, with a bitter face. And some of them said >> Indonesian mode on >> “Yah geus cape2 dispen saminggueun, jadi sakit, eleh (kalah) pula, tuh badan kamu panas, sanggup gitu ikut ulangan susulan?”
Hahhhhhh….actually (again) I jzt wanna cry for sure if somebody said that…
The core is (Intinya mah…):
1. I have to get up, but I’m still sleepy (metaphoric one!)
2. I have to SMILE, but I’m still dizzy
3. I have to face up the new days ahead, (the general exams ahead…hehhhe) but this sickness still isn’t curable.
4. I have to convince mum to permit me to do debate again, but HOW??? is it FEASIBLE???
Yahhhhhhhhhhhhhh…………………………………..gitu deh (Indonesian mode on)
Still can’t get over it…for sure…
