~Missing~
Something is missing...
Seriously...
Seem to be daydeaming constantly = X
about the missing piece of my life...
i have a great family(pets included), friends...
God is always here for me...
Almost everyday is filled with joy, laughters and happiness...
But i seem to have left out something...
hmmmm...
I think i missing love... haha...
I should start loving things around me? hehe..shall try that...
Day dreaming...
kept thinking of the past...
friends...
him...
outings...
chalets...
camps...cca...
Im sure missing the old days...with the fun-packed, full of leadership positions...so much responsibility etc...until im beginning to slack..and sorta tired of my present cca =X i joined with the intention to help others...but its kinda at a slower pace...
Did i made the wrong choice? if i chose ODAC, i would be tanned and fit by now..hehe..oh well..whats done is done..will probably join another cca next year...
Part of me is kinda tired of striving for leadership roles..but the other part is craving for it...wanting to be occupied and busy...
Girl Guides...
i still remember...i joined because of a senior...and mostly its activities, as i love the sun and outdoors...This senior brought laughters into my life but was also the one that subjected me to extreme hurt...
Forgive and forget...Forgive myself and those who inflicted the hurt
Forget the unhappiness and remember the good times..
The weekly meetings starting from sec1 was already fun, although kinda of a routine...those times spent were great, the laughters, the lessons learnt together as sisters = ) and picking ourselves and each other up after each fall and scoldings...
The campfires...a place to sing your lungs out..dance like you never dance before..make new friends that easily..and subconsciously looking at ECs..hehe..
The camps...every moment were fun and memorable..even the punishments etc..
One for All..All for One...
leaving no sisters behind...and definitely eating whatever our sisters cook...hehe..even if it looks inedible and has like 98% of causing diarrhea..hehe...thats the spirit of GG...
We play together..learn together...get punished and scolded together...gossip together...
And when we rose to leadership position..we finally understand our seniors more and more...knowing the stress but also experiencing interactions like never before...
Number of meetings increases with increasing ranks...
But we always found fun in them, gossiping while doing our weekly programmes...
cracking our brains to ensure all juniors will have fun learning and be safe...
Footdrills..my favs..hehe
Under the HOT HOT sun, constant 4-5 hours footdrills on consecutive days...it was fun learning the commands..making (stupid) mistakes...trying not to grin..the push ups..and run here run there punishments..Great times... As we grew older, our marching improves..and boy are we proud of that..It was like finally we can bring glory to GG esp when other uniformed groups were so much better in footdrills..
And finally, we are leaders..all 8 of us...sisters by faith and heart..working side by side to look after our juniors...to bring GG glory and status..that we girls are as good as the boys...it was comical seeing the mistakes the juniors make...reminding us of the old days..when we were standing in there places...Our Glorious day was in Speech Day 2003.. GG was the GOH..we were all motivated to do well, exceeding the expectations of the teachers and other cca..proving to them we can do better than what they thought and said of us..It turned out great..hehe..
Loving my seniors...Loving the sisters who were by my side..Loving my adorable juniors...Loving those days...
Not forgetting our brothers, the scouts..who constantly helped us, stood up for us when people looked down on us...Constantly watching out for us..in short always there for the guides..calling themselves the boy guides..and us the girl scouts..miss you guys alot *hugs*
Student council...
Since sec 1, i was aiming to be in it, to serve the school..to serve the students..and to accomplish something great and memorable in my secondary sch years..
Started off in sec 2...learning from the seniors..ignorning the criticism from students...enduring the scoldings from teachers...But most importantly we grew together..Remember our sworing in ? our usherings..our camps ..our meetings which consists of dances, cheers , balls, hand raising..and cramming into a small SC room?
Love our attire..Our No 1...our banana suits..hehe..the one that looks like school cleaners' shirt..No 1 that truely make all of us look and Be No1...doing frontline jobs...
Remember the sec 1 orientations...the sec 1 camps...the concerts usherings..meet the parents...post-promo activities..interclass games...celebrations? those were the days..the days we slogged out everything we got..the days we stood side by side against tough times, nasty students and demanding teachers..the days we stayed back late to help each other out and have meetings...the early mornings before major events...The rehearsals..And of course...The DANCES...the couple dance..where we would stay back even later just to dance...the napping in the sc room..the rearrangement of furnitures in the small room...the objections to wear the sc badges..the corridors communications to when must we been seen with the badges...WE ROCK...and we always do so...miss you guys *hugs*
Is this whats missing in my life? guessed so..those were the days..closing this chapter of my life and starting a new, with determination to make it as COLOURFUL as that of the secondary days...
~You will always be in my heart and mind. I promise~
