Saturday, August 23 @ 9:45 PM
In the Stone
Just this morning, I felt that we, the DLMO, have begun our REAL training. And yes, you read it right - just TODAY. If I am not mistaken, this same month of last year, we were already polishing our Calabanga routine. But this year, we haven't even polished our music for the Civic. You can just imagine how sad/disappointed/frustrated/distressed/heartbroken/upset/discouraged/disheartened/dispirited I am right now;(
Earlier, when we were practicing our music in the lobby, our trainor asked us to line up. When he finished counting down, I was surprised to see him go all senti.
He was like "Naninibago ako. Dati pag pinapa-linya ko niyo, abot duman sa puro. Ngunyan, hilinga na. Sayang, sayang talaga."
He was refering to our VERY SHORT line. We were cut down from 60-something to just 45 members. And of course, he, too was upset abput it.
"Tanda ko kadto, si Mara yaon digdi (pointing to the first line). Tapos sa Lauren [...]. Tsk."
I haven't heard what else he said. I was hearing someone sobbing (hah!). I was just reminiscing, and I know the "gurangans" were too. Had this band retained its number of members, its old gleeful spirit would have not been lost.
I spent the rest of the practice time, thinking/visualizing what we would have been [already] doing had we have MOOOORE members.Labels: school, super senti, total rantdom
