failed. dissapointed. but happy.
april 2nd, 2012. i failed again.
at the same place, same competition. i'm dissapointed.
fiuh. it seemed my magic started to dissapear, after more than 3 years that i spent without proper drawing experience. it was bitter, but i know that it was the reality.
but, i still felt happy. even though i couldn't give any medals for my school, but my junior could. he won the gold medal (anyway, thanks to you for the first gold medal!). at first, when the committe announced the winners, i was desprate. i thought my school totally failed because they didn't mention one of our names (i attended the competition with the 5 others) at all. the student council that accompanied us and i immediately felt desperate. our head down. the whole competition, PSR, was a very important competition for our school, because my school pride also at stake here. a medal alone can determine whether in the end we cry or laugh.
but suddenly, one of my junior came and shouting gladly, "we win! male, gold medal!"
we paused for a moment and after a few second, i jumping and hugging him. and crying.
one of the student council asked, "are you sure?"
he nodded and i cried louder.
thanks, god. thanks. a year ago, the paint section couldn't give anything for school. but this year, we could. altough it wasn't me, i still glad.
i hope, we can bring the other medals to the school be the winner and hear our school marching song once again.
i pray for our glory.
at the same place, same competition. i'm dissapointed.
fiuh. it seemed my magic started to dissapear, after more than 3 years that i spent without proper drawing experience. it was bitter, but i know that it was the reality.
but, i still felt happy. even though i couldn't give any medals for my school, but my junior could. he won the gold medal (anyway, thanks to you for the first gold medal!). at first, when the committe announced the winners, i was desprate. i thought my school totally failed because they didn't mention one of our names (i attended the competition with the 5 others) at all. the student council that accompanied us and i immediately felt desperate. our head down. the whole competition, PSR, was a very important competition for our school, because my school pride also at stake here. a medal alone can determine whether in the end we cry or laugh.
but suddenly, one of my junior came and shouting gladly, "we win! male, gold medal!"
we paused for a moment and after a few second, i jumping and hugging him. and crying.
one of the student council asked, "are you sure?"
he nodded and i cried louder.
thanks, god. thanks. a year ago, the paint section couldn't give anything for school. but this year, we could. altough it wasn't me, i still glad.
i hope, we can bring the other medals to the school be the winner and hear our school marching song once again.
i pray for our glory.