I couldn't grasp what they were talking about practically half of the time, and those times were spent being lulled by their delicious accent and dreaming about how beautiful the girls (and guys) were.
The half of the time?
I was in awe. Of their eloquence, their apparent lack of nerves and their brains.
The motions were made of stuff like "Give the Kurds a homeland" and,
wait for it.... "The Bolivan Revolution has failed"
WTH?! Who or what are the Kurds and when in heavens did the Bolivan Revolution happen? Boliva? Mana tu?!
Wow. I could literally feel the butterflies flying around in the space within my skull. I must add also, that the teams didn't know the motion until 15 minutes before the competition which made me respect them all the more.
It was good.
And I got to hang out with someone new who's extremely nice and equally crazy!
Meet KW's fellow debater, Melissa.
And oh, we bumped into our little high achiever Siaw Yen, and we basically yapped all the way back to Telok Gadong.
Heh.
Still the same bright girl. She could rule the earth one day, really.
Current read : Night by Elie Wiesel.
Current love : McD's, after the 5 odd hours Chandu, Shashi and I spent there, talking about everything under the sun.
2 comments:
It's Bolivarian la doink!! Apparently first led by some dude called Bolivar.. Lol.
I'm going to Worl'ds!!
to-myky
lol. My bad!!
You...*toot* you..jealousnye..!
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