Tuesday, August 24, 2010 9:14 PM
It's all in my mind.
Afew things to post about today.
After I asked Amanda why she looked exhausted, she in turn asked why I looked so tired. Then, I had been leaning against the metal cabinet in NP room.
I told her I was drained.
Mentally drained.
Stressed? she guessed. Tests?
No, no.
It is an insignificant combination of things that drained me. That, if others were in my shoes, they may not feel so much for. That bothers me... Just me, and me alone.
First thing in the morning, Yun Hui had asked me if I could help her with her boots. I agreed.
Upon chatting with Amanda before PE, she said that she and Ying Ying had 推荐ed me to Yun Hui. And she also invited me to take the sec 3s for drill. Pei Hao would be settling admin, she said. There'd be a lack in manpower.
I agreed.
Just before Yang Sheng went to take the juniors, I asked him if he minded if I joined them taking the sec3s for drill. He said I was welcome to.
My style, my style. To make sure all ICs were fiine with it.
I hate to be a disappointment.
I hate to not achieve things I said I'll do.
I hate to not live up to others' expectations.
I hate not knowing what to do.
That feeling.
That feeling of not being able to fall back on anything.
And yet... That was exactly what happened.
I couldn't help polish Yun Hui's shoes.
When I attempted to polish Lucy's, it became more dull.
I didn't bring about much improvement to Pei Jia's or Madeline's boots.
I really wanted to join Xing Yao and the other guys practising drill. But I was unable to due to obligations; I told him to bring a phone down with them- when I'm done I'll come down.
In the end, I didn't do any good polishing, and I didn't manage to do what I said I'll do- join them for drill.
No words said- but I felt a blow.
And in the end, I didn't join Amanda and Yang Sheng taking squad.
Damn lousy.
By that time, my emotions were... very low.
Muster parade.
I felt no anticipation, no excitement, no nervousness. Nothing at all throughout.
After we keluar-baris-ed, I saw Seow Hwee being embraced by another squadmate.
This notion attacked me at once.
How would the squadmates who weren't promoted feel as they watched us take our ranks?
Freda, Seow Hwee, Xing Yao.
Them three especiallly. How would they feel??
Yun Hui passed by me, and asked if I was feeling sad.
I had said yes. Especially for those who had to take squad but didn't get promoted.
But looking back, if I was feeling sad, what were they feeling??
When Mr Loke was talking to the Sec2s, some of us crowded around behind the squad for a while.
"晓慧,要笑!"
She did. But it was only the contorting of facial muscles.
Deep down, she probably was feeling very disappointed. Very sad.
Mr Loke was done. They left to take squad.
Lucy, Shou Fong and I went up to NP room.
Seeing Xing Yao, I told him to jiayou for this round of promos.
He said, no self esteem liao lor, only he not promoted.
I glanced at him from reaching into the cabinet, and whispered that Seow Hwee didn't get hers either.
He said that, no, he meant, that we three were all promoted, only him.
My reply was as low as I felt- "I know."
Xing Yao said, "Ey, don't cry orh. You look like you're going to cry."
I'm not sure if I replied- I was surprised that he said that.
As I went down with Shou with the wallets, I asked her if I looked like I was going to cry.
She didn't think so.
That's good.
For a second, I was worried that my features betrayed me.
For, yes... I was on the verge of crying inside.
More to come.
After passing the wallets to both squads and on the return journey back, we stopped and chatted briefly with Madeleine and Ken. The latter enlightened me (or us) on something, and I felt that he was annoyed by it, indignant maybe.
I tried to keep an open mind, until I saw for myself. Stirrings within me- I suppressed them.
I believe my duty in this case is to not add fuel to the fire- he has a role. He needs to keep to it.
Even if I were upset, I would keep it inside yet.
I have strength enough for that.
But as I walked away, I berated myself for posting that post on the squad blog.
I had not considered juniors reading it; I expected only ex-Ncos.
And my post was directed from my heart to my squadmates.
Don't quote my words for the detriment of our squad.
I don't want to be the cause for our squad's downfall.
After reading the post in question, I realise that I cannot hate her.
She worries the same problem I do. That she's bothered about the unity of her squad is perfectly sound.
For that, I can't hate you. I can feel the feeling behind it. But, I guess, you won't know and won't be bothered about how much that hurts me.
You love your squad. I love mine.
Don't insult mine to propel yours.
I'm sure you would feel the pain too, if I were insulting your squad instead.
Please.
Think about it.
When I finished changing and returned to NP room, all the squad ICs were back.
They looked tired.
Physical?
I feel like I have mentally aged just through this act.
FINE.
If I am fated to lose them all,FINE.
Grant me at least the strength
to see it to the end,
grant me at least the strength to look strong,
look
like it won't affect me like it won't affect you
grant me the strength to put
on my last facade long enough
before I break into tears silently in a corner
myself.
I have strength enough for that.
Facades, Amanda? You got that right. Exactly right. It was quite successful, I fancy.
I don't even know who I am now.
"...our squad..."
"Which squad?"
"Our squad. The Sec 3s."
A pang.
Labels: Deep Emotions, Hotshots♥ /RVNP