- "Remind me of chinese and die, ming bai mah?"
It's over. It's finally over.
The chinese Os is like a bullet train on a well greased track moving at top speed. You're bound in the middle of the track, you've been given a sheets of metal, drill, hammer, nails, screwdriver, nuts, bolts and a stapler.
Here comes the train. Ok genius. Go! Start! Work at it!
And brace for impact!
Afterwhich you walk out, dazed and barely alive, and a minute later you realize that you've just accomplished one of the greatest magic tricks of all time.
HAHA HOUDINI. IN YO' FACE!!!
But no one claps! There's no roaring applause, standing ovation or shouts for encore (thank God). It's either a "meh", or "geez was it alright?", "how'd did it go?", "did it 'urt?!". You seem like this big fool, arms out stretched on stage like you're about to get crucified, beaming to the crowd, and only YOU realise that its over, that you've taken a sledgehammer in the face and bloody survived. Your hair is disheveled, your vision is blurred, and you're the only one proud of you.
You can't bow like how copperfield did after his flying act, or like how a conductor does after he/she leads a band through all of Bach's works. There is'nt an applause. It'd be kinda awkward.
Don't get me wrong, whatever's left of my soul loves concern. But how the exams went dont matter as much as how the time after the Chinese Os went.
Yea. Only the aftermath matters, not the nuclear strike.
It's over. It's finally over.
The chinese Os is like a bullet train on a well greased track moving at top speed. You're bound in the middle of the track, you've been given a sheets of metal, drill, hammer, nails, screwdriver, nuts, bolts and a stapler.
Here comes the train. Ok genius. Go! Start! Work at it!
And brace for impact!
Afterwhich you walk out, dazed and barely alive, and a minute later you realize that you've just accomplished one of the greatest magic tricks of all time.
HAHA HOUDINI. IN YO' FACE!!!
But no one claps! There's no roaring applause, standing ovation or shouts for encore (thank God). It's either a "meh", or "geez was it alright?", "how'd did it go?", "did it 'urt?!". You seem like this big fool, arms out stretched on stage like you're about to get crucified, beaming to the crowd, and only YOU realise that its over, that you've taken a sledgehammer in the face and bloody survived. Your hair is disheveled, your vision is blurred, and you're the only one proud of you.
You can't bow like how copperfield did after his flying act, or like how a conductor does after he/she leads a band through all of Bach's works. There is'nt an applause. It'd be kinda awkward.
Don't get me wrong, whatever's left of my soul loves concern. But how the exams went dont matter as much as how the time after the Chinese Os went.
Yea. Only the aftermath matters, not the nuclear strike.
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