So I’m in the mood of turning bad stuff into good stuff. Pumpkin Race 5 had created a drama itself. I assigned the crews to make a game for the race. Okay, lemme turn it into some 3rd party writing –
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Lutfi said, ‘This year, I’m gonna ‘privatise’ the game’, as he thought that he can give himself a break and he had already run out of idea.
Khalidah, his friend who is gonna be one of the mentor for the game said, ‘Are you sure that you gonna ask them to do all the thinking?’. Her concern was about how bad it may turn out to be. Giving such task for some students who never play themselves. Creating a game seems easy but how would it be up the standard.
‘Well, I think I’m having some faith in them’, Lutfi said confidently, thinking of how Pumpkin Race 4 crews managed to pull out some good stuff when they were given the same task.
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‘Hello, have you found yourself a game?’ the same question asked by Lutfi through his landline phone. Some said yes, but with quite unpromising idea. But mostly, it was either the friendly operator asking to leave some message or an innocent answer of ‘no’. Innoncent? How could it sound so subtle while saying ‘no’. At least have some guilt, that was what been going in Lutfi’s head. He kinda wanna go outburst but he kept his stern voice.
He was too sleepy to think about it. He was feeling headache already seeing blank spaces next to the crews name. It is supposed to be filled with game’s name.
He called up his sister. Trying to be cool but he knew he did not. ‘Kak, can you please tell the crews tomorrow, if they do not have any game, it’s okay. I’ll tell them what to do’. Well, his sister know enough that he is not happy about it. And his ‘it’s okay’ might means some bad words which he usually won’t say.
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Lutfi woke up today with lot of things in his mind. He went to the toilet and it was 6 am. He went back to his bed thinking it may be better to just sleep rather than feeling annoyed. But he could not. It was like his mind wanted to sleep but his brain cannot.
He finally woke up when a plan of a game suddenly came across his mind. Never lose the idea, he thought. He turn on the lamp, which he realized was the wrong one. It was the switch for the lamp in his room; not the living room where there is the book where he jotted down all of the ideas ‘unorganized’ly. For him, who cares if it looks awful. The implementation is what count. Let it look ugly on the paper but these kids do their work and make this program a success.
But the idea did not come much after that. He kind off throw his mind from this project? as he had to get back to his literature review writing. But it is not that easy. It is not that easy to think that the project is not even ready while there are only few days to go. He was numb.
It is not until late afternoon until he opened his planning book. Going through the slot that was still empty. Filling the blanks with ideas. Any idea. He made the call to some who he wasn’t able to reach last night.
‘Have you find yourself a game?’, the same question. He was expecting the same answer and his prayer was answered. No time to feel annoyed, he knew. He hung up the phone, and sat back. Opening the memory box of the past to seek for something to come out with. Thinking of some simple stuff to turn into something believable. Hm.. not that bad. He surprised himself to figure something out.
He made the call to the crew, using his current stern tone to tell them what to do. Sometimes including the word ‘please’ to show some politeness although he did not really meant it.
Time flew. Ideas were flowing. Now he got balloons in his head and he wanna pop it out – in the game. Yeah, throwing something to pop out he balloon seems like a simple idea. Making it harder by including this and that should sounds like fun. He called another crew and asked him to find stuffs needed for the game.
‘You asked them to think of their own, they don’t even know what kind of game that you want’, Lutfi’s mom said when he shared his lousy day.
‘Yeah,’ he admit, looking at the book – not so empty anymore. Now he knows that it will be fine this time. But he knows that the crews will need to do a lot, now that they let him down once.
