2E5 08 ( finish line )

the 2e5 poem

what's wrong with the world, mama?
everyone's in a we-are-gonna-die trauma.
oh, it's actually the last day of school.
everyone was like,waaaaa, boohoo.
why can't we just start anew?
because all of us are like bonded with glue.

later that Thursday night,
my heart was sobbing deep inside,
made my mood dull and down,
never thought that i could actually frown.

the weather really really affected and contributed
to my weary mood, like a prisoner who's going to be executed
was full of energy but felt very tired,
feelings inside me were mixed and stirred.

i......looked up the sky....
rolling my hands...over my eyes.
and i, settled in my bed,
with thoughts churning in my head...

those thoughts brought me into a flashback...
a grumpy me, stranded in zhonghua sec.
what the heck is a place like this?
the people were dead looking, as if they had disease!
the sch had a leaf on its ridiculous flag!
and they had a cow in an open grass patch!
why am i here? i rant and rant...
until i found myself in the orientation camp.

zzzzz.how freaking boring.
i kept to myself, don't feel like talking.
until i found guys in my class that were really quite interesting.
darren, the first i met, probably can't afford the uniform?
so he came in home clothes. how prompt.
eugene, the second i met, was throwing my bottle around,
i was like," you stupid malay, quit fooling around."

icebreaker wasn't really "icebreaker,"
it didn't really help to get to know my friends better,
just some game made by bored facilitators.
more and more people i knew through interaction.
it was then, i was happy to be a 2e5-ian!

Ponyboy Curtis and Johnny Cade,
Ethanol Acid and Sodium Nitrate,
Newtons, Joules, Amperes and Ohms,
Volume and Surface area of a cone,
study study, studying is such a bother.
studying makes me wanna cow father cow mother.
teachers say learning is like a "treasure".
makes you "stronger better faster stronger".
ohwell, whatever.

but then, my friends beside me are here!
we shared jokes and bursted in laughter!
would never forget ying zhi and his sinking ship keychain,
and our jokes that were very the lame,
huijun and her one-of-a-kind laughter,
or jinx's flirting techniques that made people go "eeyer".
singing chengjun's birthday song was then, a daily routine,
listening to phillip yeo's lessons can make your head spin.

to make my life in class better,
someone special made me noticed her.
lalala, hubba hubba hubba,
i shan't embarrass myself,
thus i'll stop here:)

soon after, bad things and conflicts begun.
what's wrong with you people, you son of a gun?
did you forgot our class spirit, one after one?
is there a need to breed hatred among everyone?
some became complacent, and chose to forsake,
their dear friends they had once made.
me too, committed a terrible mistake,
thus had to carry out Order 66, which is to break.

but do all good things come to an end?
no, not for 2e5's strong spirit! i must transcend.
everyone got together and are closer than they had ever been;
eventually we saw a heart full of friendship in each one, deep within.
there is no I, there is we. we were bonded as if i was everyone's next-of-kin.

doomsday, apocalypse, ahma the garden,
whatever you call it, this really is the end, i'm certain.
a bright flame, shimmering with all its might.
although it's just a small flame, a huge fire, it can ignite.
don't underestimate us, the class 2e5,
because we kill we slaughter and the least of all, we bite.

although we were no longer 2e5,
the class spirit in us will be etched in our minds.
no matter how scattered we are, how lost we might,
just raise that plastic fork in your hands,
and show the spirit of TWO EE FIVE!