Posted by: bellebelle | May 2, 2007

District Marching Competition

so much for disciplinary of my sleeping habit… it’s 3:59am now.

unforeseen circumstances, yeah… it always happen. how much i dislike it will not change the fact it is… so i’d better learn to move along with it, and s’posed one day… i’d be able to adapt to it. ‘boundary’ is something i need to be aware of, saying ‘No’ is to protect myself from the least temptation.

been having a weird sleeping cycle… i went marching competition as an adviser, i ended up running around as a first-aid adviser. i mean… what on earth happened to the alertness of these people? perhaps the field was just too big to be taken charged. never mind them, the load of comforting unconscious people exhaust me to the brink of my energy source. perhaps the waiting part was just too boring, i dug my head into my cap, and… surprisingly, i slept. and it rained, and we all got a lil’ wet, and it rained, and we drenched. perhaps it’s the amount of stress forced in… my junior commander was so emotional. she cried before, during, & after the competition. i seriously don’t think it’s a good time to be vulnerable. perhaps is the perfectionist side of me, i want to look good & behave good, i’d never cry like that.

after conducting a short speech, another girl cried. this time, other team. she didn’t cry out of vulnerability, i’m pretty sure of that. i could see from her eyes, the sorrowfulness, made it obvious the team doesn’t have good communication. they queued a number ahead our team, and they screwed, and the senior screwed them. when it came to my juniors’ turn, they screwed too. did i bark upon them like mad dog? no point. then, all of a sudden, i knew why the girl from the team next to us cried. i regret for not going up to her to wipe those innocent tears off her blushing cheeks, or just tuck her in for a warm hug. i held back because their senior would have screwed me too, coward me.

the crazy amount of first-aiding & marching & sweating & commanding & cheering & raining & people crying… somehow i do wish… they’d win this competition.

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    We are traveling in the footsteps
    Of those who’ve gone before
    But we’ll all be reunited (but if we stand reunited)
    On a new and sunlit shore (then a new world is in store)

    Oh when we all go marching in
    When we all go marching in
    Oh dear how exciting it’s gonna be
    When we all go marching in

    And when the drums start to beat
    And when the drums start to beat
    Oh dear how exciting it’s gonna be
    When we all go marching in

    When the tears come rollin down
    When the tears come rollin down
    Oh dear how nice to have you by my side
    As we all go marching in

    On that competition day
    On that competition day
    Oh dear I just want us to enjoy together
    As we all go marching in

    Oh when the trumpet sounds the call
    Oh when the trumpet sounds the call
    Oh dear it ain’t easy to move in harmony yea
    As we all go marching in

    Some say few steps in unison
    Is the only thing we need
    But I’m waiting for that moment
    When we cross the finish line together

    When the mistakes come
    When the mistakes come
    Oh dear we just retake our steps
    And we all go marching in

    When the going gets tough
    When the going gets tough
    Oh dear let me give you a dearie hug
    Then we all go marching in

    When the stress is too much
    When the stress is too much
    Oh dear I’ll make you laugh and smile
    As we all go marching in

    When it’s time to be in bed
    When it’s time to be in bed
    Oh dear how come you tak tidur yet
    Even in dreams we go marching mah

    Adapted from ‘When The Saints Go Marching’


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