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Tired of WAITIN
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&JULIET
Mira. plain ol' jane. a year older every september 30th. for some reason, i love saying "Seriously". the label in my heart is "2pm". in love with music. better off being taller. :D

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Monday, August 25, 2008
8:10 PM

gosh.
today was my impromptu speech.
gah, i don't know if i did well.
i didn't exactly stumble, but i think i had a little bit of stage fright.
so, the first register number called was 9, & she talked about her topic, which was, uhhh, wait.
wait.
wait.
i rmbr it.
i seriously know this.
oh, wait.
then again, maybe i've forgotten. XD
i did some "calculations", & i found out, i was the next to go.
it's not like Mrs Wong has a pattern, in her numbers, just somehow, i knew.
my partner even said "it's going to be your turn."
all i can say was "i know."
& yes, she did say "16."
off i go.
standing in front.
with 38 pairs of eyes looking at me.
plus Mrs Wong's.
stage fright-ed.
i got my topic; "a recent public performance you were involved".
its suppose to be easy, i guess.
& i stood there, for 2 minutes, thinking about it, with an innocent look, while evryone else, is just waiting, waiting for me to start.
i started off quite okay.
describing about my SYF involvement, in band. :D
how it all started.
from hating the hectic schedule, to actually loving band for what it is because it was worth it.
stating that there were moments when we cried.
then suddenly, it all came back to me.
somehow, i forgotten that i was presenting it.
that's when i think, my voice went softer and softer.
i even mentioned my sectional leader who sobbed..
i don't know how & why, suddenly, weird feelings overcame me.
i was sad-ded. (not a word)
the last few words, i realised my voice kind of cracked.
but, it was only for me to know.
rather certain nobody noticed it.
what can i say?
thinking about SYF, it brought back how it felt like when it was a "silver".
whatever we've gone through.
how hard our band leaders tried.
Vivien actually cried, when she was strong all along.
band just meant a lot to me.
it really is, to me.
:D
[ im tired of waitin' ]