probably our last time shouting "WE'LL FILL YOUR MT SPACE!", as council speech just went passed today.
my nerves clumped up as we got out of our seats to present ourselves, making the first impression we've ever had on some of the MT-ians.
i thought we (I) didnt do it well, cause what went thru the back of my mind when the question "what does raffles mean to you" was thrown at me, was "dear oh dear, do i want council or not". somehow the 'i dont want' UNconsciously took over my whole being and i just said "erm, raffles is the place where i can make a difference and develop my potential. thankyou"
that seriously is NOT the answer that my heart would say. and i felt crappish after that. it didnt cross my mind that this is gonna be the first impression i'll be making on those who dont know me, and i let it past. it's ok if i dont get into council, i pray i wouldnt be making such a lousy first impression.
but from the bottom of my heart, raffles is really my 2nd home. the place with bottomless pits of memories, the place where i fell and left a huge bruise, yet the place where i picked up again. the place where so many treasured and precious friendships are made, the place where the late nights in school, all the cheonging for MTDF and early mornings of council days etcetc.., took place in.
(offers a pack of tissue)
anyone wants one? xD HAHA.
this whole period of campaigning, streeeettcchheeddd my capacity to handle a milliongazillionfuzzywuzzy things and i can just feel my brain, spirit, soul, mind and heart going like ---------------------------------eeeeeeeeeeeeeee--------------------
------------------------- yes. stretched. a. lot. haha. and guess what, i started out with the campaign project SO WORN OUT. but as the days passed (and as more people are trying to cling on to their dear eyes and brains so tightly cos of the demands from campaigning) i just get more energetic. PRAISE THE LORD. i feel empowered, energized, recharged, loved, encouraged.
however, according to kenneth i am being less hyper/energetic/noisy. apparently, more then 50% less of what i used to be. THAT SERIOUS! :S!
maybe i just need time to get back in 'shape' again after this huge campaigning thing.
life and time pass by every moment we're on this earth, and we'll never get them back again. chances come and go too. ok i duno why i typed that
anyw went for the audits with clara for the college play after campaign speech. samuel beckett is seriously some wierd, queer, mysterious writer. his plays are just. uncomprehendable, and mystic. *rattles off at a speed of lighting* one morning i was sitting stitching off at the opened window i saw an aeroplane fly past my eyes, followed by a huge "THUD" that reached my ear drums. rumpumppump.
ok thats the kind of "huuh?" script that beckett writes. hee. but still, i enjoy them =D
i hope everyone's doing alright!
EASTER IS IN A WEEK AND A HALF 'S TIME!!
and so runnign out of my postcards i need like 15-20 more!!!
yes! woohoo!!
BUHBYEMYDEARFRENS
do not seek joy and energy from your friends, be the source of that light, joy and energy in which others can seek from you
(8:27:00 PM)
