2014 has been an overall quiet year for Suburban KID, largely due to the increased busyness of the entire team. Gregory, Matthew and yours truly have entered colleges/universities, while Siangling is due to join very soon. This simply meant a much busier year for all of us, myself especially (given that I've entered college from the start of this year), and even less time than before to squeeze out time for articles.
We've been so busy, in fact, that we even forgot this site's anniversary, which was yesterday! Then again, it hasn't been the first time, so admittedly we may just be bad at dates in general. At the very least, I am.
To be honest, I'm slightly surprised that SK is alive and well after 5 years in existence. Many commercial websites don't even last that long, but here we are still posting, albeit less frequently than last year. I do hope that we can keep it this way, if for nothing else, then at least for all of you who have been faithfully following this blog (and there's quite a number, if our stats indicate anything).
For a mini celebration, we'd like to continue doing our Year in Review as we have done last year, and bring you a selection of our best works of the year. There's a smaller pool to choose from this time round, but in my opinion, no where less great.
Tuesday, December 23, 2014
Wednesday, December 17, 2014
Out Cold
"...Thank you, and goodnight!"
I lowered the mike for the final time as the booming dance music crossfaded in, increasing in volume with an echoing bass. Waving to the audience, some of whom were already preparing to take their leave, I strode offstage towards our right, where the rest of the technical crew were gathered and waiting.
She was there too, and I saw her first. The salmon pink dress and flower headband probably made her even more prominent, but I knew I didn't need those to find her. As our gazes met, she gave me a quiet, tired smile. As she had one of the busiest offstage jobs of the night, I wasn't surprised; in fact, part of me was exhausted too.
I lowered the mike for the final time as the booming dance music crossfaded in, increasing in volume with an echoing bass. Waving to the audience, some of whom were already preparing to take their leave, I strode offstage towards our right, where the rest of the technical crew were gathered and waiting.
She was there too, and I saw her first. The salmon pink dress and flower headband probably made her even more prominent, but I knew I didn't need those to find her. As our gazes met, she gave me a quiet, tired smile. As she had one of the busiest offstage jobs of the night, I wasn't surprised; in fact, part of me was exhausted too.
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