Wednesday, September 01, 2004
Merdeka! Merdeka! Merdeka!
The battle was long and tiring. For three weeks, we fought and suffered against them. Three weeks of sweat and blood pouring over maps of Pneumotaxis Centre and HAPE. Three weeks of sleepless nights spent preparing Anti-Tuberculosis and Anti-Asthmatic to fight the enemy. Three weeks that were punctuated occasionally with skirmishes at the border of Hypoxia and Hypercapnea. Three bloody week as the second wave of the Sem3 exam sought to wear us down. We were tried, we were tested, but we never gave up, knowing that freedom was the prize we will get once we broke through their defences.
Then the D-Day came, where our freedom was just a short hour away. We stood together at the Battlefield of Sem3, armed to the toes against Tachypnoea and Dyspnoea. We stood strong against the sight of the army led by Pneumonia and Tuberculosis approaching the border. This is it, the last battle against the second wave of the End-of-Semester exam, the wave led by the 2nd Commander of the Systems, Respiratory.
"I can do everything, thru Christ who strenghtens me!" roared our Champion, as the army of Lung Cancer and Nasopharyngeal Carcinoma came charging towards us. We stood our grounds, pens and pencils ready. And they crashed against us, like water against rocks.
For one long hour, which seemed like decades to us, we battled it out, mind and body focused on conquering the army. We shall not go down without a fight. No matter how unprepared we were, we were determined to fill in every blanks, with facts or rubbish. The battle was fierce, many were oppressed...
But in the end, we rose again, fighting across the No Man's Land to finally get out of this exams alive. Some may have triumphed and run their enemies down, some may have fallen, but only for this battle. The thing is, we made it out of that battle alive, and ready to fight another day.
The second wave has been conquered, we are free men again. That is before we are called to arms again. There are more to come, with the final battle at the end of it all.
But now is not the time to mourn, but to cheer and celebrate, as we are finally free, at least for the week. So cheer with me, like our forefathers did:
"MERDEKA! MERDEKA! MERDEKA!"
And as free men, we just want to enjoy life and work out the stress that had accumulated.
And who could be a better punching bag, than the batch of juniors?
Hmm... blood will spill as these puppets dance to our strings.
End of passion play, crumbling away
I’m your source of self-destruction
Veins that pump with fear, sucking darkest clear
Leading on your deaths construction
[chorus:]
Taste me you will see
More is all you need
You’re dedicated to
How I’m killing you
Come crawling faster
Obey your master
Your life burns faster
Obey your master
Master
Master of puppets
I'm pulling your strings
Twisting your mind and smashing your dreams
Blinded by me, you can't see a thing
Just call my name, cause I'll hear you scream
Master
Master
Just call my name, cause I'll hear you scream
Master
Master
[end chorus]
Needlework the way, never you betray
Life of death becoming clearer
Pain monopoly, ritual misery
Chop your breakfast on a mirror
[chorus]
Master, master, where's the dreams that I've been after?
Master, master, you promised only lies
Laughter, laughter, all I hear and see is laughter
Laughter, laughter, laughing at my cries
Hell is worth all that, natural habitat
Just a rhyme without a reason
Neverending maze, drift on numbered days
Now your life is out of season
We are the Master of Puppets. The Juniors shall know the wrath of their Master soon enough! Mwahahaha!!!!
A small note to add: Adeline Gong has brain-paenia and bullshit-philia.
Signing off now to think of more tortures to rag the juniors with.
We fight to live! If we die, what good is our victory?"
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