Grace...
Current music: DJ Taka - Reincarnation
Current manga: Doubt
Current anime: Vampire Knight
Current game: Stepmania
Current condition: Normal
Current mood: Melancholic
12th April - the second day of Prefects' Camp.
I sat silently at the attic of the Junior Block - the highest floor.
Holding a bunch of envelopes in my right hand...but they were not just normal envelopes.
Printed neatly on the face of each envelope were the words "Amazing Race" in twelve brilliant colours. I stare at them, observing the colours of each set while remembering the rules Felicia had told me.
On my other hand, the left, I was holding two plastic hoops - one blue and one yellow. I purposefully chose the two colours out of a few others from the office was because they matched the colour of my T-shirt - blue with yellow collar (though it was a mere coincidence that there were blue and yellow hoops found at the office). Around my waist was a small pouch, convenient to put my important belongings such as the "stickers" for the Amazing Race, a small pen and some paper just in case, and my mobile phone to contact the other committees or to kill boredom with music.
I arranged the tables in the attic so that they are neatly aligned along the doors and pathways, just to add a touch of creativity. I sat on a chair, waiting for the teams to come...reminiscing the events that happened several hours ago at the Army Camp. The feeling of playing the "Flying Fox" for the first time, crossing the river (but ultimately falling in to it) marching and walking through quite a distance...all were unforgettable.
As time past, several group came to my station and I explained the rules. Regardless of gender, they were to hold hands and think out a strategy to pass the hoop around the circle. I watched quietly as they gave support and laughed it off when they failed for the first few times. Once they had succeeded, I asked them to give their yells, gave them a sticker and their next clue (the envelope) and wished them luck.
Once the groups have left, I was back to sitting quietly...I glanced at my watch. 5:40 p.m.. Great...how long does it take for one team to get to my station? They're making me wait here like a fool. Stephanie is probably busy with her "flour" station four floors below mine. I can hear tables moving and soft voices...that must be Tung's station, also a few floors below. I waited and waited but at the same time thought...out of all the teams, I liked Wesley and Audrey's group very much. I was very impressed with their teamwork. Ivan and Crystal's group comes in as my second favourite.
As my watch struck six, there still was nobody...just me alone in the attic. The security guard eventually came and went away after a minute or so. I closed my eyes for a moment, trying to get some rest from the event of that day as well as to prepare for a sleepless night as there will be lots to do... I felt slightly disoriented. I had not taken a shower since the first day, while the others had. I took only 1 1/2 hours of sleep, unlike the others who took 4 to 5. I had to sit and wait alone in the attic while the others are able to run around with their teammates, share happy moments, build ties and work together. I had to watch them have fun. I sighed to myself...oh well...I have to be responsible...
Soon, I heard the sound of a bell - a church bell. The continuous chime of it rings in my ears and flows deep into my soul. The sound was quite deep, but it had an effect on me. Almost immediately, I got up and went to the source of the sound without leaving the attic. From the high ground I looked outside and saw what could be described as a breathtaking scene.
There was a man ringing the church bells continuously. Up the stairs, believers walked up slowly. Some were walking into the church, while others were walking out. A flight of stairs separating believers from the man ringing the bell, right outside the church, and they were walking towards it. Somehow, it felt symbolic to me. I noticed the beauty of the scene, the holy aura emitted by the sound of the bell - all in the magnificent glowing sunset. The sky was dyed in a flourescent-like orange hue with some pink mixed in here and there.
I kept staring with awe at the beauty of such a simple scenario. Simple, yet it captures the heart.
Soon, the man stopped ringing and tied the rope. The people had all went in so the man follows. I may have looked like a dumbfounded fool looking out with astonishment. Yet, the scene made me think and reminiscence, up to this very day.
I was awoken from my mild trance by the sound of footsteps. Finally, another team on the way to my station. I took one final glance at the holy place and went back to my station.
It's time to go on, I thought to myself. Back to work.
"Okay, welcome to my hoop station! Now, let me explain the rules..."
Show me the teamwork that I want to see. Good luck.
Current manga: Doubt
Current anime: Vampire Knight
Current game: Stepmania
Current condition: Normal
Current mood: Melancholic
12th April - the second day of Prefects' Camp.
I sat silently at the attic of the Junior Block - the highest floor.
Holding a bunch of envelopes in my right hand...but they were not just normal envelopes.
Printed neatly on the face of each envelope were the words "Amazing Race" in twelve brilliant colours. I stare at them, observing the colours of each set while remembering the rules Felicia had told me.
On my other hand, the left, I was holding two plastic hoops - one blue and one yellow. I purposefully chose the two colours out of a few others from the office was because they matched the colour of my T-shirt - blue with yellow collar (though it was a mere coincidence that there were blue and yellow hoops found at the office). Around my waist was a small pouch, convenient to put my important belongings such as the "stickers" for the Amazing Race, a small pen and some paper just in case, and my mobile phone to contact the other committees or to kill boredom with music.
I arranged the tables in the attic so that they are neatly aligned along the doors and pathways, just to add a touch of creativity. I sat on a chair, waiting for the teams to come...reminiscing the events that happened several hours ago at the Army Camp. The feeling of playing the "Flying Fox" for the first time, crossing the river (but ultimately falling in to it) marching and walking through quite a distance...all were unforgettable.
As time past, several group came to my station and I explained the rules. Regardless of gender, they were to hold hands and think out a strategy to pass the hoop around the circle. I watched quietly as they gave support and laughed it off when they failed for the first few times. Once they had succeeded, I asked them to give their yells, gave them a sticker and their next clue (the envelope) and wished them luck.
Once the groups have left, I was back to sitting quietly...I glanced at my watch. 5:40 p.m.. Great...how long does it take for one team to get to my station? They're making me wait here like a fool. Stephanie is probably busy with her "flour" station four floors below mine. I can hear tables moving and soft voices...that must be Tung's station, also a few floors below. I waited and waited but at the same time thought...out of all the teams, I liked Wesley and Audrey's group very much. I was very impressed with their teamwork. Ivan and Crystal's group comes in as my second favourite.
As my watch struck six, there still was nobody...just me alone in the attic. The security guard eventually came and went away after a minute or so. I closed my eyes for a moment, trying to get some rest from the event of that day as well as to prepare for a sleepless night as there will be lots to do... I felt slightly disoriented. I had not taken a shower since the first day, while the others had. I took only 1 1/2 hours of sleep, unlike the others who took 4 to 5. I had to sit and wait alone in the attic while the others are able to run around with their teammates, share happy moments, build ties and work together. I had to watch them have fun. I sighed to myself...oh well...I have to be responsible...
Soon, I heard the sound of a bell - a church bell. The continuous chime of it rings in my ears and flows deep into my soul. The sound was quite deep, but it had an effect on me. Almost immediately, I got up and went to the source of the sound without leaving the attic. From the high ground I looked outside and saw what could be described as a breathtaking scene.
There was a man ringing the church bells continuously. Up the stairs, believers walked up slowly. Some were walking into the church, while others were walking out. A flight of stairs separating believers from the man ringing the bell, right outside the church, and they were walking towards it. Somehow, it felt symbolic to me. I noticed the beauty of the scene, the holy aura emitted by the sound of the bell - all in the magnificent glowing sunset. The sky was dyed in a flourescent-like orange hue with some pink mixed in here and there.
I kept staring with awe at the beauty of such a simple scenario. Simple, yet it captures the heart.
Soon, the man stopped ringing and tied the rope. The people had all went in so the man follows. I may have looked like a dumbfounded fool looking out with astonishment. Yet, the scene made me think and reminiscence, up to this very day.
I was awoken from my mild trance by the sound of footsteps. Finally, another team on the way to my station. I took one final glance at the holy place and went back to my station.
It's time to go on, I thought to myself. Back to work.
"Okay, welcome to my hoop station! Now, let me explain the rules..."
Show me the teamwork that I want to see. Good luck.
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