Rag fever

As much as RAG is draining the life out of me - eyebags, fatigue, grouchy bitchy moodswings and all - it never dawned on me until today how much it has been instrumental in pulling me back up. And it is something I am so grateful for.

Today, when Shane was talking about how people ask him why he joins Rag and he cannot find an answer for it, I totally understand what he meant. If people were to ask me to join rag next year, I would. And I do not know why. There's just really something about the whole forum blasting with chill music while you're sitting down with people and talking cock while spray-painting the shit out of some macaroni or something. Or it can even be something as simple as walking down to Cheers and eating cup noodles for supper together at a table. Or even talking and gossiping till we fall asleep, heads together, our bodies fanned out like a flower in the rag room which teems of paint.

I wanted a distraction, but I ended up finding an unforgettable experience, making new friends who will definitely be sticking around in university, and getting to sniff glue everyday. HAH!

I don't know how I will be able to deal with tearing the whole structure down on Friday. It will be emotional as hell, and I will really really miss rag. This sounds like a premature post, but its
alright. When the time comes, I will blog again.

This is my rag. There are many others like it, but THIS ONE IS MINE!