all the exfoliation, all the blood, all the headaches, all the failed tests, all the alcohol swabs, all the heavy bags, all the smelly stockings, all the walking out of the main gate at 10 plus, all the dozing off, all the uncompleted tut, all the pissing ppl off.
is for the 8 min on stage, for the breath-taking moment when the hour and minute hand strikes 12 simultaneously, for the magic word from the announcer's mouth, for the joy of meeting up wif ur old frens, for the first n last time to be standing n bowing at the podium, for the macdonalds party room, for the chicken dance, for the mcspicy.
n at the end of the day, i realise, i grumble too much.
it's all worth it after all.
{the riddle of red}
