SP♠DES

Spades. One Word. Two meanings. Six letters. Also a family of eight high school students with nothing else better to do. Mum, dad, paedoFi, petani, kakak, annoying middle child, adorable anak bongsu and me, the adopted one. Our bond is tighter than skinnies on a fat rempit. We know no age nor colour and food makes us light up like a Christmas tree.

Our attention span is shorter than Kim Kardashian's marriage. We laugh at the smallest of things, be it a cat or even another person's laugh. We talk more than we do and take the longest time to finish laughing. We fight over really stupid things and are frightened by our own routine music.

How did we pull it off...I wonder. Starting to doubt the fact that ICC is over. Doubting the fact that we've won. Were they really cheering for me...for us...for Spades? I don't know. Wish I could freeze time. As cliche as that sounds, it would be nice if I was able to do so. It all happened too fast for either one of us to grab it.

Now? It's all over. Despite the cheesy "We're a family. It's not really over." nonsense, deep down, I know it is. I'm not saying we're not gonna talk anymore or we'll hate each other's guts after this but it just won't be the same. No more McDonald's every Thursday. No more longs hours in the studio. No more "Oh, Saturday? I can't. I've got dance practice." No more ass grabbing. No more Spades.

Thanks for making my first year in ICC a memorable one. Hope there's more to come but I know it won't be the same. So long and farewell to you, my friend. Goodbye for now until we meet again.

Work it, gurl.

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