It is 1.20AM. My head is throbbing and my body is numb due to a very long but short class outing. LONG because I kick-started the day at 6.45am and arrived home at 11pm. SHORT because of how time flies when one is occupied with fun and good company.
I was so eager to flip through the pages of the much awaited class book. Curiosity overpowered fatigue. As the book was labeled “controversial, sensitive and melodramatic” and not to forget written by one of my most favorite author ‘Edwin Siew’, I decided to read it at once. As my eyes set on the first page, I was instantly hooked and naturally kept on reading.
In just a few pages, smiles and laughter filled the atmosphere. Memories of the class trip started trickling one chapter at a time. I have a few comments that are BURNING to be released before I could fully retire to bed.
WARNING: SPOILER AHEAD. DON'T PROCEED IF YOU HAVEN'T READ IT YET.
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Firstly, it was rather hilarious how the Lotso girls were being portrayed as ‘Bimbo-tic Antagonists’ (which were mostly exaggerated) and the Woodies figuratively as the “female versions” of the Buzz boys.
Secondly, I am fascinated with the level of sensitivity guys have when they were supposed to be 'emotionless' (or so I thought). Sensing tension and anger when the Lotsonians were admirably laughing at the failed horror prank. Feeling awkwardness and coldness when the Lotsonians thought they were just playing “The Dumb Game” the following morning-which probably explained the awkward silence.
This has taught me an important lesson; there are many ways of perceiving things and it is a matter of personal choice how one decides to see them. Similarly, the half cup full and the half cup empty rule.
Thirdly, I have charming, beautiful, sparkly eyes and the author was just jealous. So, he associated them with vengeance.
Fourthly, as a matter of fact some of the Woodies do play the piano but were just too humble. No hard feelings about the hotel incident, it’s totally understandable.
Next, words can never describe how much the girls wanted to take pictures with the boys. As most of the Buzz boys were exuding the “I don’t want to take pictures with you.” aura, we reclined. A small tip, girls would be most flattered if boys would just put aside their ultra-egos and just ask us for a simple picture taken together.
Lastly, It's the DOLL'S FAULT. Never Mess with Possessed Dolls.
Surprisingly, the book wasn’t as controversial as I thought (as a matter a fact, not at all) but an eye opener. Many question marks which I had were answered; especially from the Buzz boys’ view of things.
With that, I would like to thank the author and also his evil editor for having this story immortalized. At least now, our great grandchildren will know the Epic(sorry Sonia, would you lend me your word for now?) Story of PM3; unless the silver fish has it for dinner first..
I just deeply regret that time passes too fast and one week was just not enough. True, things will never be the same again. But I hope for the better and this would just be a topic to laugh about in our next reunion five years down the road...
I deeply apologize if I ever did offend anyone with my words or by blogging about this. After all, that's what blogs are for. I felt the need of expressing how I felt specifically how moved I was til the very last page.
I may be 'The Self Proclaimed Eyes and Ears of PM3' but definitely not the 'Voice of PM3.' It's just my perspective.
What about yours?
PS This book should be nominated for an award...
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