Cry angel, CRY!

When I was in form 2/3/4 ( cant remember ), I had to attend this 'motivational' camp for 'school leaders' to sharpen our skills to be excellent individuals. The story is so long, but let me shorten this up for you.

Okay, what can you remember yourself in form 2/3/4? As for me, I couldnt cry for the sake of someone asked me to cry. This is a pure disadvantage as for one of the 'climax' activities, we had to cry to show that we are a 'person' and has 'feelings.' This activity was so weird, but I had to undergo it without much choice. Maklumlah, nak melawan takut, budak lagi katakan. Umpama membiarkan leher untuk disembelihkan.

Let me tell you about this activity. We were assembled inside a dark hall and had to pretend that we were on a luxurious ship.

And the ship was sinking slowly ( a bad titanic rip off. saman motivational camp ni, producer titanic!) , so, we had to put ourselves on the safety boats but as usual, there was a 'surprise' catch. The safety boats werent enough. This is so 'original'. So to save ourselves, we needed to get passed the ship 'officers' ( who were just the facilitators, pretending to be the officers ) and tell them reasons why they should choose you to be on the boat and not other passengers. And before the beautiful activity began, the facilitator dropped us some hints for us to be the 'chosen ones'. We NEED to cry. Wowwwwwwwwwww.

If the officers wont let you passed, a serious punishment will be taken on you because you dont have 'feelings' , thus, not a good leader. ( haha BIZZARE CONNECTIONS! ). This was a bad news for me. I cant just cry! I only cry if there were sad scenes in movies and for real sadness, and not just pretentious. Darnnn.

So to set up the mood, the facilitator turned on a pathetic pasar malam 'My Heart Will Go On' which was supposedly to be titanic's theme song but the record was so bad and fake and I couldnt help but to gag at this whole 'sadness'.

So I sat at the corner of the hall trying my best to indulge the sadness and tried my best to cry before my turn to tell my reasons to the 'officer'. I swear, I tried so hard but failed. If they put on the real titanic theme and not the pasar malam's copy, this task will be easier for me. As I looked in front, many of my friends had managed to get passed the officers with teary eyes ( because the poked each other's eyes ), I realised that I was in a HUGE trouble. I *have* to do this.

So I tried to imagine sad things. But guess what? Failed! Oh shit, shit. I'm doomed! Tears, please come out! Please please. After 15 minutes of trying, I decided to give up on this method. I needed to find other method.....FAST! Suddenly, I had *this* idea and decided to give it a try.

So I approached the 'officer':

Officer: Yes, lady, why should I give the priority to you?

Me : ( covering my face with my hands and suddenly slumped in front him )

Officer : Eh, young lady? Are you okay? Please get up ( panicked )

Me: I...I...cant! I cant sir! ( sobbed. Mind you, I was still covering face to prevent him from realising that I had no single tear )

Officer: Erm, why?

Me: Im too devastated. My mother and father are at home. If I werent on the safety boat, I'll be dead. Who will take care of them? Who? WHO? ( pretended to sob and refused to make eye contact with him )

Officer: Young lady, please. I understand. Please get up.

Me: NO! It is easy for you to say. ( stammered). You were not in my shoes. You were not in either of our shoes. I have res...res...responsiblities. I NEED to get on the boat. I HAVE TO! ( at this point, I didnt know what else to say, so, to make a dramatic effect, I sprawled on the floor helplessly. I hoped this trick works )

Officer: Okay, okay. You passed. You can get on the boat.

Me: Really? ( buat-buat terkejut )

Officer: Yes, yes. Really.

Me: Thanks. You had saved not only my life, but my parents'. ( ceh, over lah! Dah lepas, pergi saja lah, nak tambah2 buat apa. Move move! )

Officer: No problem. I know I made the right choice. ( You got it wrong bloke! )

So I walked quickly to the boat ( which was actually a stage ), and joined my red eyed friends whose their eyes were poked.

THE END.