Memories...
Monday, August 28, 2006
As they rained blow after blow on me...
Questioning my leadership and my faith in those under me..questioning why i left my Project Directors to do as they please..questioning my judgment..questioning why this and that happened..questioning why i wasnt at the ground level..questioning whether did i hide anything..questioning me why so many "bad" things has happened in e past 4 months when they conveniently forget all e good things we have done for e students and the faculty...questioning me how they should reply when people ask them about the "bad" things...questioning me why i never inform them this and that...questioning me of my intentions...questioning me how i could have allowed such things to happen...
Implying that i have "mudded" and "stained" not only the club, but also the fac..
After all that i ve put in to build up everything.
Doubting me. Mocking me.
I bleed and bleed.
What did i do to deserve all this?
Tears cannot wash away the pain, the injustice, the disgrace, and the dishonour that i felt.But if tears can salvage whats left of my tattered soul, then let the tears flow.