Anatomy Of A Stupid.

The Winning Intake, T&F Day

Addendum : Sorry I couldn’t get any pictures in for now, didn’t bring my camera and only Jaya and Raphael had one, I’ll try to get some pictures from them

3 years, 8 weeks, 4 days, 7 hours, 9 arguements, 6 sun burns, 2 bottles of sun block, 3 rainchecks, 3 rain soakings, 19 lectures, 6 visits, 4 late wake ups, 2 constipations, and 1 voice loss later, latest Intakes 7 and 8 of the PKBM(L) have stolen the trophy and year long bragging rights from the Police Cadets yet again turning out to be the best uniform marching body at SMKSSAAS’s track and field day today! Sporting a new teacher, new uniform on the field, new cadets and new leaders, we couldn’t have done a better job! Congratulations guys, everyone did an excellent job, but there were no losers. Just winners

But somehow, I just can’t figure out why the girls, eventhough after they have been told so, just cannot resist from screaming like they’re high on drugs when we were announced as the best unit.. Especially Reena and her dual "EEEEEE" and "AAAAA" taser scream, it was like my left and right ear heard different things but they came from the same person.. No matter, happiness is of the issue and for that we’d give way hehe. Sure, there were some slips at first during the ‘formation’ but I’m happy to announce that it’s better than having none at all, unlike the other units.

What can I say? Let there be a cheer for the PKBM(L) once more, "gempak!.. eh silap, gempur! wira wira wira!"

More on track and field day though, the day started with me arriving concordedly late, ergo I had a bad start, visavis, I was a bit sleepy at first. I knew I had to arrive by 6:45 but I spent just 30 minutes convincing my dad to help me to bring the stuff the Interact Club’s going to sell to the stadium at 9:30, which by the way ended up in no avail because he still insisted that he had to be somewhere then. Well, whaddya know, I spent the next 15 minutes trying to convince him to let me use the car then so that me and Adrian wouldn’t have to carry all that crap around on the bike as if we we’re the rotiman or something because I could have sworn somebody at the stoplight asked us for one Twisties… Oh yeah, the car, as per what most should know I used the bike anyway which of course means I did not get the car. Yes. Indeed. Ergo, I had to use the bike, visavis we looked like the rotiman! Which sucked by the way. Luckily nobody stopped us going "samun, samun.." pointing at the Chicken Rings and Root Beer..

So, I arrived at around 7:20 without the stuff and got into line, eventually by 8 we started marching into the field making a lap until we stop at the other end of the field to stand by for our showtime. We had stressed already that we would go by turns to give out the timing commands but some how, some way, some of them STILL went on doing it in their own beat and at a very low volume which actually confused alot of us into marching at different timings. It looks nice from far lah, but not nice when you’re next to the guy threatening to punch him if he doesn’t stop. Luckily we haven’t moved on yet and got the message out once more clearly and got the as planned 4 voices for timing.

The teacher in charge of us, StereoVisionMrAzman was telling us that Salad would be controlling all of us, and not our leaders. In case you haven’t noticed there’s 5 uniform bodies on the track and this dude was betting on his every penny that the Police Cadet sarge could control everyone. Actually we all know Salad’s voice was.. um, louder than usual, but this time it’s really the get-go as he was also controlling the band which was all the way across the field. So, good show, man! Was surprised you still had the will to converse when we got stuck in the rain there heh!

Suddenly there was the command from the KRS, and we knew we were going to move soon, everyone stiffed up and buckled in, we knew we had to win this. As we approached the stage, the cheer got even louder and the timing got softer. I don’t know why but at the last minute suddenly I feel that my voice goes AWOL on me and I can’t seem to give it out as loud as I did when we were in standby. Should have saved it. But hey, who said adrenaline can’t help, I only hope that them at the back heard it equally as clearly as the ones in front of me because I noticed that we stopped on the wrong step and all.

The formation code was given out, we stepped out two steps and awaited the command for the salute. But then ah, I noticed that during somewhere around this time, ChiefRaphael signaled a discreet ‘up’ early saying that he has raised his hand despite the command not yet being given out, so this could be our one and only slip up for the day. The cheer from the crowd was extasy! I never knew they’d be so pumped about it (actually I was expecting a boo and maybe one or two complimentary popsicles flying towards us), so thank you to the people who cheered us on! I know I have Satesh and Singh the extra scoop of ice cream in their Root Beer float for theirs already!

We ended the formation and made a slight adjustment until proceeding to the field for another standby period. This wasn’t so bad as the closing ceremony period actually where we had to be at the field again but this time at around noon and on the track, not grass.

While on the field, we had to wait for the teams to show their cheer. Um, can’t say much, we’ve had better cheerleaders and cheers last year. Satria was first, and I saw Umyra there, but I had absolutely no idea what she was doing really, oh that chronic blonde highlighted person. She had a flash card (not to be mistakened with flashing card or flashing) which she couldn’t get a grip on and was fumbling with.. Good job.. Next, if I’m not mistaken was Wira? Nothing much, just them jumping around like how regular cheerleaders would. Honestly lah, if I had the chance, Perdana would win and not because I’m a Perdana-ian ey! and no, it’s not because of that HOTTOGO (not to be mistakened with hot two hoes or whatsoever) either, but they did have a good cheer. Aida always did got people going.. That sounds wrong, anyways they had a good formation I suppose, but they did something that I missed because I suddenly realized that we weren’t allowed to look anywhere else except for straight ahead while we’re in line. Managed to see Saga’s though, Amal did it and she always looks funny doing ANYTHING hahaha! she also did a what’s that thing called, summersault? but she did it like 3/4 until she rolled to one side, and again she just looks funny doing anything! Ah well, Putra won, but I couldn’t see theirs.

So during the period where the sports events were going on, we worked back stage to bring together the Interact Club stall, and eventually we got things together and started selling the Root Beer floats and stuff as planned, though some things didn’t go so well like Aysha’s World Renowned Koko (choco to ’some’) Tubes or the tissue (hah!), we still had a good nett profit at the end of the day. Selling the stuff was crazy! We could have done a less messier job if we had that dispenser really, and everyone was running around with a cup of ice in their hands attempting to get this and that. The first cup that I made was out of spec, and I accidentally put the ice cream first, then the ice and then the root beer which is the total reverse of what I’m supposed to do really haha! Who cares? I sold it to Yi Hong for a buck, and he took it anyway! Crap, he took like 4 cups, no wonder he’s not at tuition, the dude’s probably at home with his homework in the toilet!

After selling about maybe 30 floats, we had to be back in line for the closing ceremony of the event, so we gathered in front to do a head count. I saw Puteri on a stretcher during this time, and maybe, just maybe she got burned out from running. Well, soon after we got back in and onto the tracks to await the results for the best marching uniform body and so on. By this time, Edmond was cursing the hell out of everything as there were only 649 announcements, speeches, credits, prizes lost and found, bla bla bla to go and we had to stand there stiff and pretend like we cared about it. But of course the moment of truth came slowly but surely. My feet suddenly got cold and sweaty eventhough the track was conducting heat via my boots faster than a TV shopping non stick frying pan. As soon as the word Persatuan came out of the loudspeaker, we were jumping for joy already and I suddenly had a cold shiver as though I just got possessed and exorcised at the same time. Raphael took the flag squad to the podium to reign the trophy, proudly bringing it home back to us, pass the Police Cadets. Ego shone.

Well, nothing much after that, we got together at the parking lot again for a short debriefing and congratulating session with the seniors, until after most of us left. I had to go clear up the Interact booth, and am very pleased to hear the fact that Aysha did a splendid job in marketing the goods (not to be mistakened with…) hahaha, oh and Divanesh too with his pom pom bunny buns or whatever he calls it, pretty interactive (did I just say interactive?) if I may so so myself. Thanks anyway Aysha, I’m sure you did a good job. I hope.

So after I got my money, a total of RM171.51 and a bottle of root beer, I was ready to go home and celebrate the rest of my evening on my couch in front of the TV, until..

"Wei Izzat, wanna go DOTA ar?"

Yeah, the gay dudes wanted to go DOTAing, but I was too tired to do so so we stood around looking at the sky for a moment until I concluded that we will be going home, and had to send Edmond home first. By this time, the sky was already gloomy, and about 2 miles into our journey it started pouring. Pouring so bad really that I got a bad case of the frostbite later. We still went on, but by the time I got back to the stadium to pick Adrian up the winds were so rough I had to stay indoors. To give you an idea of how bad it is, the motorcycle parking lot canopies at the stadium blew 300 meters away from it’s original spot! The tent on the field also followed, toppled over and went on a vacation. Damages I’m sure were heavy, the roads we’re also flooded with water and tree branches. At first we were thinking "oh, we’re going to be stuck here for weeks and may have to live on my bottle of root beer and Adib’s packet of fried noodles to ensure not going home in a casket", and we ACTUALLY thought that we’d have a book written about us for surviving this cheap version of a hurricane, but no. The rain stopped eventually and we headed home, together with Adib. I stopped by McD to get something to eat first, and later found that my fries we’re only filled up to half of the box.. I wanted to go back there and give them a piece of my mind, but then the frostbite was killing me and my hand was all blue and pale like as if I could chop my hand off and not feel it, so I just got home and enjoyed what I had.

Eventually I slept, got up and thought about Aysha selling the chocolate tube contraption thingies and got the idea to write this, but of course it lead to other stuff too lah! and so yes ladies and gentlemen, you heard it from me, typing this whilst kneeling because my leg got frozen from the rain, in a towel for the past 6 hours because I, for the first time in my life, wanted to get warm to evade a cold. This is andy, signing off.

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