AGM Friday

For AGM this year, I will be presenting the directions and goals of the 3rd management committee.

One of which would be supplying all sub committees with their very own Vanguard class Soviet Submarine!

And all ADMers will receive a zebra on a dirt bike.

=D

Just kidding.

I was just sorting through the dead-boring slides I came up with in the middle of the witching hours this morning, adding strange little oddities to them… See if anyone notices during my presentation… Like a weird chihuahua gnawing on the end of my sentence. Sing Ying offered to help me with the slides later tonight, despite her insane timetable and work schedule. Must try to finish as much as humanly possible before she comes over, so there’s not much left to slog over and we can both have an early night.

AGM… First time I’ll be speaking during AGM, even though I’ve been in the committee for 3 years now. This year alot of new things will be introduced, like crash courses, weekly film screenings, monthly live music, monthly wall painting, etc… And a whole bunch of huge events, talks, joint events, joint projects…

I don’t know if anyone would be interested in hearing our plans for the next year. Though I’m more enthused about this year’s turnout considering all the buzz surrounding the elections. This year we have 3 nominated positions, instead of just 1 like we had last year. The welfare officer, the publicity officer and the special projects officer. We need passionate and driven people to take up the jobs… It’s no basket of apples really, being in the committee. But it’s really something that’s difficult to quantify in any language. It’s something you learn along the way.

Ah well… My organizer is filling up, my sketchbook is fast running low on pages to scribble on, the plans are being set, agreements being drawn up… Feels like a good year… will be a good year…

you there, the one hiding behind the purple pajamas

Finally got to have that good long meeting with Boo to understand what our current situation is in ADM, NTU and the Student Union. I wouldn’t want to retrace routes we’ve already been down, or barge down paths to dead ends. One week into the job and I’m beginning to realize why you need to be crazy to take up this position.

Good thing I’m as sane as a bag of pink potatoes then. =D

Anyone who’s been in the committee will know it’s a thankless job. We listen, we understand, we come to a solution. But the bottom line comes when some just don’t see what they have, but choose to focus on what they feel is inadequate. I say, let them say what they want! Let them fabricate what stories they have! Bringing us from nowhere to where we are now is no easy task at all, and I am damn proud to be an ADMer who saw ADM grow into what it is today.

The 3rd management committee has great plans for ADM in the next year. As did the 1st management committee. And the 2nd management committee. The goal has never changed. To make the lives of ADMers that much more bearable. And we’ve achieved that goal. I can step down as hon gen, knowing we have done everything in our power (and sometimes beyond our limitations) to better the lives of ADMers. And step up as president, knowing I have immensely large shoes to fill.

It’s nights like these that really get you thinking.

When it’s all over, the curtains drawn, the last note sung and the fat lady already gone home, will people know what we have done? Will anyone notice how we’ve changed their lives? Does it really matter?

I have so many things to think about I don’t know where to even begin penning them down on paper. I don’t even think I have nearly enough pencil lead to last the expanse of considerations I need to take note of. I can’t sleep before 3am every night with the insane number of thoughts murmuring in my mind. And I wake up every morning at 9, scrambling for a pen and paper to write down something that just occurred to me. I’m exploding with a frightening number of pimples, and assaulted with a sudden epidemic of hair loss. All this and we’re not even past AGM yet. Wait till September rolls around. That will be insanity in a bucket of molasses for you.

In the midst of all this madness, it’s a big comfort to know you’re always there to turn to. A huge comfort. More Brobdingnagian than you can possibly imagine the outer limits of absurdity to be. After all the pointless squabbles, the misunderstandings, the trust lost, trust regained, malicious rumors that sprung up from nowhere, the hushed mutterings of the callow in that dingy corner, 6 bowls of soup at dinner, the rain, the sun, the sweat, the tears, the endless nights we fretted together over what couches to buy, the downright psychotic mileage we clocked running from place to place meeting this person, talking to that person, buying these, sourcing for those.

After all that, you’re my best friend in ADM too.

I’m honored you can trust me with something so close to your heart. I won’t let you down.

Promise.