i have a very good exco... and i mean it...
all this while, events haven't been going smoothly... holidays were a flop, a mess... tune-in a supposed failure...farewell dinner delayed and last minute... to think i could still live to see today...
it could not have been me... it really couldn't... i realised i've been spoiling every single thing since this thing came about, dawned upon me... the only reason that could have save my ass everytime is really my very good exco... i really am grateful to have them, yet bestowing this chance of leading them unto me is really a waste of these people... the librarians, the QMs, the WAOs - all after people of true responsibility and power... the librarians - having already surmounted the seemingly-unrealistic task of cleaning up the band store and it's library, they are the people i respect most for patience, for perseverance, for initiative, and for optimism... the QMs - the duo that forms the brainy brute, the intelligent ogre, the door masters... they are the people who are always there for u when u need them (especially when u're ponning ******* or ********), and still there when u don't need them... the dependable lots, the sparkling glow... the WAOs - a system of bodies aptly named: WAO (WOW)... the zest, the zeal, the inside, the outside, the foundation, the ignored, the SK warriors... a group with power that works anytime, as and when u wish... readily available, and a live saviour in times of needs...
n amongst this gang, yet there exists people who are definitely more capable of leading the rest to greater heights - daniel, theresa, eng kwan, cindy... all have their equal yet differing potential for moving everything onwards, at least to a direction where light can be seen... daniel carries the elements of structure, stability, and spontaneity while theresa excels in analysis, responsibility, and optimisms... eng kwan bears the traits of eloquence, creativity, daring, and popularity, while cindy exploits on the never-say-die spirit, the gift of understanding and sensitivity, and the sensing ability...
sometimes, it's just quite ironic how certain things turn out a certain way... how heaven makes sport of man by making him rot amidst something with potential for greater things... i really suck, and for the millionth time i'm saying this, cos i AM this... it's just so irritating to think that everything good that comes into my hands rots and destroys even by just the tip of my hand... i ought to just give up...