an assuntated production.
an assuntarian pride.
there we engraved ourselves again in the histories of Assunta, as Sports Day came to an end. i cant sensibly trust my mind - the fact that it's over, just in that couple of hours, when training kicked off months back. another conscious reminder : time flies.
once again, congratulations everyone. i literally meant EVERYONE, all winners and the supposedly winners to be.
something which i'd marveled tremendously, there was this ingenious cheer team which psychologically battled, verbally, with the rest. to me, in an indirect manner, an insult. but not to the extend of deeply felt.
i wouldnt say the day's routine has completely bleached my energy, in fact, i dont feel the intense tiredness at all. it's just that, my feet is failing me, for the amount of torture i'd done to it.
SEWO had done great without my 100% assistance, and they sure stole my pride for that. AV crews had done awesome as well, without much technical difficulties. even if there was, it was completely out of our grasp. we dont control minds so that DJs do their job well.
my characterised mission accomplished, what about the recondite one?
