a lil flashback..

Friday, April 17, 2009

A senior (I duely respect this senior much) who shall not be named asked me to approach her, saying, "Mar, I heard there are internal problems in Olymphiart organizing committee itself.."
A question which -unfortunately- I couldn't answer immediately. I looked above for a while, then answering, "No, there isn't one".
But the senior pressed, "Somebody approached me and complained to me about it."
To which my answer was, "No, there isn't one. None that I know of anyway."
The senior kept pressing, "I heard the complain that the organizing comittee doesn't get the essence of Olymphiart itself -that is, togetherness-".
But my answer was still the same :) (and it was an honest answer! I didn't know if there was any problem with us getting the essence of this whole thing)
The senior would probably have kept pressing me had Uno didn't suddenly show up. Luckily he did, and the senior asked him instead; good thing, his answer was the same as mine :)

Okay, so the above paragraph doesn't actually warrant any problem. I am just rather subdued that people could easily come up to that senior, complaining (do they even know what they're complaining about?), without bothering to fix the problem with the OC itself first. Purely childlike behavior, if I might add.

The rest of the day proceeded with football and vocal group competitions.

By the way,
Have I ever thought that no-Mocca-at-Gathering-Night as a gift? Never, not even in my dreams. But it actually is :) How? It's rather complex to describe, so let's just put it as, one less attraction for Gathering Night enables the rest of Olymphiart to proceed.
Talk about blessing in disguise.
Anyway, this should remind me, out of anything, that:
God always knows best, so never have doubt in your faith.


Saturday, April 18, 2009 i.e TODAY

It's the day of Amazing Race : 13.00H-17.00H

I was supposed to be in-charge for one small station where teams that arrive there should switch their left-right shoes and tie it together with a partner before being sent off to a big station. A small station.
But because of one thing that led to another, I was suddenly in charge of the triathlon. A BIG station. The FIRST station. THE STARTING POINT.
FYI, readers, if you do happen to know me well, I am one who always have to be prepared for every damn thing, even to the minute details. I hate it when I am not prepared, and the unpreparedness would haunt me throughout.

During the course of the triathlon itself, participants were supposed to complete four traditional-competition-type tasks. I was rather clueless about the competition itself, and, as a result, I was unprepared. As a result, I lost my air of 'coolness' to the point that an excitatory stimuli may just be enough to cause me to 'burn'. There were, unfortunately, a helluva stimuli; be it the uncooperating participants, the "where-are-the-******?" moments, the "sorry-we-broke-the-******" moments, etc. So, there I was: burnt -and I believe it was not a pleasant sight nor sound for the senses-

Regrets? Yes. Definitely. I wasn't myself. I am sorry.