This is me

One of my friends asked me if blog is stupid. I really doubt so. Ok..i know my blog isn't the best, or in fact, the worse you have seen, but it really reflects what i think. More so, it is a place i can vent my frustrations on. Paradise.

I just couldn't get over with this year's nationals. It is only up till the finals then i realised how important this event had been to everybody in Cjc, particularly Miss Yeow. And other than Miss Yeow, the j2s must have been really proud finally to be a runner. Cj was absolutely nowhere last year. The j2s worked hard, and finally, they've seen results. It is really painful to get 4th thought, particularly to Yusheng, who risked his groin for the team, and also Cheng Jung. Cheng Jung should have won the 800m. He was also in both relays. It is really unfair to not give him the medal. But he seemed to take it so easily. He must have felt proud of his effort. Proud of himself. Proud of the school.

I am really proud to be part of this. People talked about joining those top schools to win as a team. Catholic Junior College wasn't the best, but we already had won it as a team. We are a small group, and to achieve what we have during this nationals, it is nothing short of remarkable. I felt the pride when i put on a Cj shirt. I felt the pride to run in the Cj vest(although it's really ugly). This only happens once in a lifetime. It's really sad that it's over.

It's really hard to decide which is my priority now, football or track. I had been giving so much in the first 3 months for football, and gained nothing. The remaining 4 months was completely for track, and results were nothing short of fantastic. More so, i should be the captain of track if nothing is to go wrong. I'm really honoured to take charge of this team anyway. I wasn't exactly delighted that i'm the captain; I didn't expect to be one. I guess this is god's faith in me. My leadership in Outram wasn't up to the standard. Perhaps this is my second chance to do well. I'm quite confident of it. However, there is the football factor. I know if i am to become a good leader, i need to give total commitment to this cca. Football's the love of my life. Guess i need to learn how to balance both of them. Just remember i'm doing it for Cj.

New beginning i guess. 

I won't dare say i performed that well. But so far these years, i had never done better. I had never been in two finals at a go, almost 3. Nothing's perfect. I screwed by 200m, and could have easily beaten the jj guy in 4by 100 for the medal. It's rather strange that my brain doesn't allow me to think of that race. I mean..i would feel especially guilty. Ok..i am...But i know i've tried...

It's really what we all call as mix feelings. I'm absolutely delighted to be part of Cj track team. We broke the record of having 13 finalists and 5 medals in one competition. More so, we were among the smallest team among the a division. We came in 5th for both sex group, and i couldn't feel any prouder than that. It was remarkable. However, it would be really sweet to add those medals.

This is the first time i have been running for more than one reason. It used to be 'to be the best.' This time round, i felt as if i was running for everybody(in the relays at least). Or just make it a 'we' thing. We ran for the school. We ran for honour. We ran for ourselves. Most importantly, we were running for people that gave us upmost support. Miss Jean Yeow, Mr Tamilsevan, and Mr Wong. Of course there are those friends and families. But these 3 teachers, really became idols. I mean, i really respect them.

First, Miss Jean Yeow. I've heard many rumours that she is strict, cold and demanding. Strict, yes, demanding yes, but never cold. She really gave all her support possible. I mean, have you ever seen any none PE teacher or anyone with little track background to come down and watch us train everytime? haha...and her 5 years ago thing. To bring a team from 3 members to one which gained respect from every other school must be something! She's fantastic.

And of course Mr T. He was an ex YJ football coach, and made them champions in a division. Ok...maybe from the way he dresses, he doesn't look like one. He no more coaches football, and purely teaches a none physical subject. And he still comes down and watches us train. He has his advices, and everyone has benefitted from it. He was the one that spent the night with us in camp...

Mr Wong Chee Wai. Came only this June. I guess Cj's really found a good replacement for miss jean yeow(i think she's the best though). He is a PE teacher. He watches us train too. Ok..up till now, you must be wondering what's so important of just watching. It is the support they show and is really touching when you think of it. More of that, Mr Wong always gave the helping hands. He timed for us during work outs. He gave his advices as a former runner. And during nationals, he warmed up with us, just to make sure we'll be fine.

I have never tasted anything better. The 3 of them are just supreme combinations. That's why i was so disappointed not to win a medal, for them. Heartbreaking really, but really proud to be with them...

I've been thinking about the title for the last 15 minutes, and i guess that's the best i can come up with. Umm..Why?I realised i have so many things going through my head, and couldn't decide what to type...nature takes its course i suppose

So many things have happened in the past couple of days. They didn't appear fantastic though, in fact, it was...not right. Yesterday evening, Prashan, Matthew(lil') and i rushed down to CCK stadium(in a cab!3 bucks each!) to support runners in the finals. Cheng Jung especially. Why him? He's the next person closest to winning a medal other than Amanda. Everyone expected Amanda to get the medal anyway, so Cheng Jung's race will be exciting. And yes, u got it. We missed the race. Not the worst. Cheng Jung lost the race, in the worst possible scenario. HE HAD HIS SHOE STEPPED AWAY! and the winning time was so close to his usual recordings. Everyone of us was shattered.

That's really the worst possible scenario we can get from any race. I really think we should be careful during the relays on the final day. WE WANT TO GET THE MEDALS! WE NEED TO GET THE MEDALS!!!

And when i reached home, i realised my parents left 10 bucks for me for the weekend. Gosh. I decided to go downstairs for dinner, so happily, i locked the main gate. I FORGOT MY KEY! I was almost crying, when i saw those bamboo sticks behind me. I got the key.

That's yesterday.

I woke up this morning feeling so sick, hardly able to carry myself off the bed. I got to the bathroom, got a shower, and felt so much better. I mean, a little better. I switched on the TV, and watched my first ever cartoon in months! Something to cheer about.

Did something sinful though. I went to play football in the evening, and not caring about the ongoing testimonial match. I guess i'm beginning to dislike cj football team now, i mean, with all due respect, i hardly receive anything from it. I think i'm selfish. Just couldn't put it any other way, yea...i'm in the wrong. Worse, i'm risking my hamstring for the wrong reasons.

At least, it paid off with my good day at purmei. Able to score a few more goals today, and guess i commanded a little bit of respect. One guy started playing rough. Perhaps i was more aggressive today. I guess they almost showed tantrum. Lucky enough, we kicked them out soon(i twisted pass 3 to get the first goal!haha...but that's when he kicked my leg...ouch).

Sleepy...

Ewan McGregor said this in moulin rouge(he was named Christian right?), "Love is like oxygen!" Could remember so vividly due to his repedition of this throughout the movie. Come to think of it, it's rather funny...so let me look into the idea of love(in a poem...?i shall act wise)

Is love a feeling?
I was really guessing
But i questioned with no surprise
For i'm a human being

Some told me it's lust
While others define it as crush
Perplexity surrounds my head
Thus to know love, i find a must

I went home and saw my family
There's no moment i felt more glee
Together we had a great dinner
And that made me felt so free

And then I asked my mother what is love
She asked me to question father dear
"Love is always around you"
And finally, i see no queer

Is love a feeling?
Perhaps it is
But i know for sure
I understand its greatest meaning

Back to school. Can't believe i'm so lag behind, better start believing then. When i enter the classroom, the atmosphere was boring, was pathetic. Absolutely lifeless, especially with the construction noises ongoing. The noisiest class has turned into the quietest class. Miss Narindar, that is the definition of revolution.

I got the news yesterday night that i have loads of work to catch up on. LOADS. As i enter the classroom, i dug my hand under the desk, more like a routine practice. I could not do it! Papers stacked up and squeezed off every available space! Ok i'm bragging, but it's a lot. Ok...one good thing, i passed my gp essay(he asked me not to type out my essay, too lazy to write, heh...).

Back onto the track scene. Earlier in the morning, i had the 4by400m race. And even earlier last night, i was so nervous about the event, and couldn't sit still for 5 seconds. I must stretch, check my bag to see if anything's missing, and even apply layers of muscle cream! It died out anyway, when i stepped onto the track. I was not nervous, in fact, i was relaxed. Perhaps too relaxed.

Sajeev gave us a perfect start what we've been looking for. We led Vj by 20m. Sadly, Nicholas Lim was fast enough to cut the deficit, but zhen yang superbly hung onto him. As he approach, vj's third runner was still close, and i should not have a problem tagging along. BUT NO! When i got the baton, and twisted myself around, Salman was 20m ahead. Gosh. I went along, still deciding if i should take him at the early stage. I think i dwell on that thought too long. I was pulled away.

Nevertheless, we became the second fastest qualifier in the whole competition, really something to cheer about. But the good schools have not send their best runners. All we can hope on is to improve individualy. But i guess we're good enough. We should get a medal. 

YES! MY BLOG SUCKS 
 
400m early in the morning today. I reached the stadium at around 8 in the morning, and realised that i was one of latest people that arrived. Anyway, the morning was good. Very good indeed. Before that, i was taking the train up to Choa Chu Kang, and in between, i saw these numerous crowds of Poly students. They looked...ermz...funny? No offence, but it's really interesting to see a mixture of nerds and posers. 
 
So i warmed up and everything. Guess i still have that hamstring strain. i applied a whole layer of yoko-yoko. And when i went back to the spectators stand, it was burning under the sun. My skin was red. 
 
Went back down to do my drills. Damn...i never felt that good. Even though i could still feel the lactic acid brought over from yesterday's race, i could finally move my legs. I felt so energetic. Must be the sun. Maybe i photosynthesize. 
 
I went into the reporting area. Chicken rice. Wonder why these people have to eat inside the room. Worse, it was air conditioned. Wonder how it actually helps the racers. 
 
Onto the track. I was looking at previous races. One by one, yay. Amanda qualified(DUH). And so do Hilary. And then there was A boys semi final 1. Not paying attention. A boys semi final 2, Matthew was god. I guessed he ran the best race of his life. Felt a little sorry for zhen yang though.
 
And my turn. I started setting up my starting blocks. This was the first time i felt so relaxed. Perhaps i really had nothing to lose. Just before my race, i said some prayers. Those that was said in my school every morning. Though i'm no catholic, i guess that was the only help i could ask for then. 
 
Off i go. Reaching onto the first 100m mark, i could hear Miss Smith shouting for me. Wow. I overtook the two runners on my right, and cruised through the next 100m. The petrifying moment came. Salman was catching up, and threatened to overtake. And just when he did, i tried to bite onto him for the remaining of the race. That just lasted for the following 100m. I still had 100m to go. I started to feel all the lactic acid in my body. My arms, my legs, everywhere! I pushed myself as much as i can. And for the next 50m, i thought i would have made it. 
 
The last 50m was the deciding factor. Yet i could not move. I saw the same guy who overtook me in the heats trying to pull away. Initially, i kept up. Yet suddenly, i could no longer move. I told myself that what was all my trainig for. I tried and i tried and i tried. I finished the race!...4th.
 
I was devastated. My John Lim said i ran well. I guess i did. I hope i did. So i desperately waited for the results... It wasn't me. At first, i took the result quite well, until i realised i was number 9! Oh FREAK! NUMBER 9!!!!! ONE POSITION OFF THE FINALS! SPLIT SECONDS AWAY! GOSH! SHIT! DAMN! absolutely screwed. 
 
200m was worse. Dun feel like talking about it. 24.4s.

I can't wait for 200 and 400 tmr, or is it 400 and 200 tmr. I have never felt more confident. I have nothing to lose! Gonna trash all their asses manz!
 
Yea right...
 
Well...at least i hope for the finals...I think i should be able to do it...just a little more focus. Ran my first 200m in two years today, can't believe how wonderful i performed, even if i did not felt so..At least that's what my Cj pals told me. Yet again, when i look at my timing, it was...argh...lousy. 24.04! So far off my expectations. Never mind...shall take this as a stepping stone. 22.9! Here i come!!
 
Read this from the net:
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I guess i added you on my list. Hah...guess you hate me now...sorry...won't bother you any longer(and i thought i only msg you twice....can't believe i'm that bad). haha...just found it rather interesting...
 
So looking forward for tmr!(think of it...if i qualify, i need not go school on friday and monday...yay...ermz...let's just qualify first...)

It was a long but short weekend. It has ended. Tomorrow's monday.

Yesterday started off with a visit to CPF building. So when i went in, i saw this box, locked up and written, only to be opened in 2055, when CPF commerates their 100 years of service. I found it illogical at first, but come to think of it, it'll really be so sentimental.

So i thought of this:

I'll keep a few pieces of white hair in a box. After i dyed my hair, i'll open it up and examine...

Football @ purmei was dramatic. So glad that i could dribble, so glad that i could score. Anyway, i finally saw a fight after 50 years. Haven't exactly seen one. So this guy A made a legal tackle on B. B thinks that it was a foul, so he shouted back. So that's where the commotion starts. Friend of B, C, started headbutting A. Nose bled. D pushed C away. E called police. Police arrived. B and C will probably end up back in army camp.

So we went for pool after that. Blasted off with a 4 games winning streak. Incredible! Followed by a consecutive 4 conversions. Fabulous. And then i lost the remaining games. So life can twist around.

So today, finally today. John and I went to Hans for study, joined by Junwei later in the evening. Ended up trying to break the puzzle bobble score in John's phone. At least i finished my homework.

My weekended.

Just when i thought that everything is going my way again, i suddenly realised i'm so lost. I saw her online and finally pluck out my courage and TRIED to talk(for ur info, it's not the BGR girl, i'm so embarrassed about it!). Flung badly. She wasn't interested. AT ALL.

Strangely, i did not feel bad at all. Good sign ehhz?

So glad to remain single.

Blessing in disguise i guess...it's really turning good now...

My first event tmr: 400m. Wish me luck, i need it.

At this point of time, i really cannot take it anymore. When i just won the 100m, my coach told me, forget about 100m, concentrate on 200m and 400m. It happened during May. So i requested for 100m and 400m. He said that he doesn't have a training programme for that. That is not the end. We have a pole vaulter in our school, Matthew, who came in second for 100m. One of my best friends in school. When he realised he got second, he decided not to take pole vault and concentrate on track events. So coach said, "Try the 400m and 100m." Hey! What is wrong with you!?

And until now, 2 days b4 nationals, i have not ran a full 200m yet. No choice, i continued training, and suffered all those cruel workouts: 200m, 300m and 200 and 300m again. And i have not complained. Nearing the end of June holidays, i asked my coach if i can take part in the swift meet for 200m, supposedly my first 200m after 2 years. Yes he agreed, i mean no. He said that the school did not want to pay for it.

So it dragged on until last week. The coach asked me to bring two batons for warm up during nationals. My first instinct was to say i do not have any batons. I mean, he said bring! I do not have it how can i bring! He just fired me off by saying can't i get it from the school? Or borrow it from someone? How funny. He has a bag of batons and he doesn't want to lend us...

So finally, i got a break from track today. I went for my first football training after a couple of months. As you know, i did not do really well during the A division. I did score a goal during today's training, although i am totally unsatisfied with my touches. That's not the problem. I realised that i am not part of any cj's football team's office members. I went for the leadership camp, FOR FOOTBALL. I could have gone for track. I skipped track for football. So i brought myself to a place where i am possible to be the captain of the team. Oh catholic high boys. I wasn't selected for any position. HEY! I gave up so much for the team and i wasn't even rewarded. It's not that i'm power hungry, but it really doesn't play justice to me. I went for that camp! So my football coach told me not to worry. "I just want you to concentrate on your play, not leading. You have been pulled everywhere, from track to football, and has not been with the team because of your competition." Oh gosh, first he thinks that i cannot lead. Nvm. And then, he came up with a lame excuse. The second person

I am just not willing to accept all these. I have given Cj so much, but she doesn't seem to appreciate it at all. Is it me or the school?

I love myself so much that i hate myself.

I love dreams so much that i hate realities.

These statements can never be more true in my life. I was looking back in my life on the way home. What have i achieved? Nothing. Absolutely nothing. Yes, i've been the track and Field captain for Outram Secondary School. But for anyone's sake, it's Outram Secondary! Ok, maybe i'm proud of it, but again, what have i gain from it? Nothing!! I did not even win a single Inter-Schools' medal, none!

And then i won the 10om in Cjc. YAy. Full stop. The next moment, Mr Johnny Lim told me i'm not running the 100m in Nationals. What the freak.

Football.

WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME! I CANNOT EVEN CONTROL THE BALL DOWN!!! i've been thinking that it's cj that destroyed my football skills all these time. Evidence of me loving myself too much. And i hate it! But if i had controlled the ball down well, which is such a simple thing, i could have scored so many goals! WAKE UP!

So then i realised that i could be the football captain, and then i am not even given a post! HEy!

And we look at bgr.

People i like never notice. And perhaps i made myself not to be seen. And if i do, i always, always ended up looking stupid.

Maybe i need to hate myself to love myself, because i love myself and hated myself.

Let's just be honest: everybody wants to be a superhero(or at least most guys). Or should i say everyone wants to be extraordinary. Just imagine you have the strength of Superman. Or perhaps a little bit of the agility Spiderman posseses. Even better: Professor Xavier's mind reading ability. You will be able to be a top professor, a top athlete, and your future prospect will be bright, and you will have a well paid job. That is when it's ceteris paribus?

And then we worship super humans. Sing like Christina Aguilera, run like Maurice Greene, or think like Albert Einstein. You need not worry about your job too.

So are we living in a world or imagination or reality? Who do we want to be? Wayne Rooney or Peter Parker(Spiderman)? Britney Spears or Patience Philips(Catwoman)? A little bit of both you might say. A little bit of Parker's inability to handle his life. A little bit of Spears' desperation for attention...

But James Bond has beautiful girlfriendS for 50 overs years....

And then you will see people saying that they are happy to be themselves. LIARS! Put them in a jungle for three days without food.

That's reality.

It's been such a long time since i have played wondeful football.

I'll explain the rules of street soccer Purmei version:
The court is a little smaller than basketball court size, only allowing up to 4 players in each team. Of course, it is surrounded by plastic walls, with a few pieces of them substituted with rubbish bins. It has a Nike tick at the middle of the court, and everyone will have to start the game off there.

Goalkeepers can only roam around his penalty area. To come out and interfere with the play will be foul. However, outfield players can only control the ball outside these areas. Only goalkeepers can use hand.

And a little bit of Singaporean touch. No shots beyond the halfway line. You need not restart from the middle once concede a goal. Any team concedes 2 goals will be kicked out, and only return in their next turn.

Anyone who tries funny tricks unsuccesfully will be scolded by teammates. Anyone who attempts bicycle kick and scores will be hailed as god.

Any keeper who can dives in not a human. Any keeper who can't, it's normal.

YES! England did not win the Euro 2004 championship! I know it's a bit far off but i am really surprised that i'm delighted by this fact. Oh...10 things i do not like about that team...

1. David James: the worst keeper i've ever seen. He simply did not want to dive for the ball!
2. Eriksson: where is James Beattie?!
3. Emile Heskey: Maybe he should try out as a defender
4. Darius Vassel: He is a striker, and he missed the most crucial penalty!
5. Ashley Cole: Remember the Arsenal Man U match?
6. Sol Campbell: He doesn't even want to recognise his own son! Cruel!
7. Any left legged players in the country.
8. Rio Ferdinand, Kieron Dyer and Frank Lampard making sex video
9. David Beckham's inability to shoot on target from 12 yards
10. David Beckham again: The golden boy(balls?) of England having sex with everyone excpet Victoria. How crude.

Yay...Greece Won!(Except for the fact that i lost my money on all Greece matches)

For some reasons, this is my third time writing this. What is wrong with me?! Blame Greece...

Racism.

Since the start of human civilization, or more accurately, the point where people of different 'colour' came together, racism has been a big big issue in our society. Funny, people have also created this irony: They disapprove racism, and yet they themselves make racist remarks on others. What is wrong with them!? Well then, racism doesn't necessarily equals negative impact. Strange...let's see

Racism normally comes together with religion. In Singapore, any Malays will stereotyped as Muslims, while any Eurasians as Christians. Even these assumptions will cause further misunderstandings, it is still possible to make use of these facts to create your own awareness in the society. Be sensitive to people of other race or religion. When you see a Christian, don't praise Satan in front of him IF you're a Satanist. When you see a Muslim, please don't quote that Muslims killed Koreans. Be careful of what you tell others.

Don't worry. I am totally against racism. It's just that these little aspects in life should be noted down, to protect everyone. RACISM IS STILL BAD

I am really out of juice. What is wrong with me!? I can't type for nuts!

GREECE WON. GREECE WON. I LOST.

2:20am now. And i am still awake. Just finised my packet of instant 'udon', with its soup. YUM. Today IS a long day, or i mean, yesterday, WAS a long day. Earlier, i struggled to finish a workout. hah.

Then, i saw this statement in a friend's blog: ALL GUYS WATCH PORN, ermz, EXCEPT FOR THE BLIND.

Trust me, it was funny.

I am so sleepy now. Good night.

"Two Beds And a Coffee Machine"

And she takes another step
slowly she opens the door
check that he is sleeping
pick up all the broken glass
and furniture on the floor
been up half the night screaming
now it's time to get away
pack up the kids in the car
another bruise to try and hide
another alibi to write
another ditch in the road
you keep moving
another stop sign
you keep moving on
and the years go by so fast
wonder how I ever made it through

and there are children to think of
baby's asleep in the back seat
wonder how they'll ever make it
through this living nightmare
but the mind is an amazing thing
full of candy dreams and new toys
and another cheap hotel
two beds and a coffee machine
but there are groceries to buy
and she knows she'll have to go home

another ditch in the road
you keep moving
another stop sign
you keep moving on
and the years go by so fast
wonder how I ever made it through

another bruise to try and hide
another alibi to write
another lonely highway in the black of night
there's hope in the darkness
I know you're gonna make it

another ditch in the road
keep moving
another stop sign
you keep moving on
and the years go by so fast
silent fortress built to last
wonder how I ever made it


(Erin Brokovich?)

I woke up at 8.45am this morning, and was late for training as usual. Anyway, only 3, including me, from cj turned up for training, together with the crescent crowd. One of my worst performance this year though; i was struggling to complete my work out. Nevertheless, i was quite glad that i got over it, although my muscles aren't feeling right now. Can't imagine about football later.

While i was travelling home, i thought of this: My Derick Wong, my former school's form teacher, asked us if "this statement is false" is appropriate or not. Although he came up with this from a famous writer(can't remember his name, though i remember it sounded rather Italian), it was really remarkable of him to take note of such small little things. Oh yes, with all the complains 4/7 people are throwing in, his history lessons are the most interesting i had. Gosh, really miss secondary school life. Anyway, let's continue. "This statement is false". Funny. You can't say that it's true, neither can u agree that it is false.

Let's analyse. If it is true that this statement is false, then, it is true that it is false, and will hit back that it is not true. (Um...can't get it?) In other words, it is right that this statement is false, but if the statment is false, how can it be right. Similar if you look at it the other way round.

It's really interesting to consider ironies once in a while. But i think i've gone through too much...haha...BUT IT's still FUN!

Getting cranky after training...need more oxygen in my blood, and brain.

Hah...just realised that the title of my last blog is quite cool, so chose to keep it. Anyway, this is my second blog for the day. Am really frustrated, no mood to do anything else.

So i've heard this from one of my friends, boredom is totally different from nothing to do. Huh? At first i didn't quite get it as well. But slowly analyse, it makes total sense. Example: School is boring vs There's nothing to do in school. Hmmm...School is boring: But you're doing homework. There's nothing to do in school: there's NOTHING for you to do in school, not even homework! Cool ehhz? When you consider ironys(or is it ironies?), it's really so much fun..hah...i can't believe it at all...i'm so into this.

However, bored and nothing to do still share the same interest. Both are not good! And both can be good! Ok...if you're bored, you're not interested, therefore, no efficiency. There's nothing to do: there's no way you can improve yourself. On the flip side--> Bored: you're so good at that thing. Nothing to do: There's nothing for you to worry!

Perhaps nothing to do equals to bored, whereas bored does not equal to nothing to do. (um..not getting anywhere?) Let's just say...you're bored of nothing to do.............

6255 days after my birthdate. Can't believe i'm still that young, for not reaching the 10000 marks. Can't believe i'm that old, i really wish i have the ability to turn back time. I am missing so much from the past, and i don't seem to enjoy anything i have now. Perhaps except for this computer...

My teacher once said, frustration is not angry. Frustration is angry plus the fact there's nothing you can do about it. I'm sure many times you would have encounter such happenings. And today, all really came shooting at me. (Can't imagine...any greater fears...westlife-no place that far).

Morning- woke up
My father told me Czech Republic had lost to Greece on Silver Goal rule. Perhaps that's the happiest time of the day. I laughed together with my father. How could Czech have lost?They're that good?!And then...my friend told me this-->Czech did not lose. It's the Greeks who came out victorious. True Indeed.

Afternoon- Outram Secondary
For the first time in a few months, i finally stepped into what they called, my alma mater. But it doesn't seem like it. The first thing that welcomes us is the office clerks, who refused to let us in. OH! WE ARE GOING TO BOMB THE SCHOOL! SORT IT! Hey...we're the ones who gave them the best results all these years! We're the ones who gave them the most sporting result all these years! And what do we get?! Not able to walk around where we used to call our second home! It's terrible. It sucked. Yes: TOTAL FRUSTRATION
If Outram's not going to improve any further, i am not surprised. In fact, i'm so wishing that would happen, so that they can wake up! Thank you for your 4 years ehhz?

Later in the afternoon- AO Level Mother Tongue
It's hanging for a couple of days i guess. I was informed only yesterday that i have this examination, AND i simply screwed it. I could not talk at all!

Evening- Before Training
Played football, can't even do stepover

Evening- After Training
I HAVE BEEN BROODING OVER THIS FOR A LONG TIME, AND WILL STILL FOR A LONG TIME TO COME. I WANT TO RUN THE 100m!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!Hey...at least he should consider that i'm still the fastest in the school?!Gosh...perhaps my arrogance really caused me deep shit. Perhaps i'm paranoid, but i think certain people in the track team see me as the peacock. Can't blame them though, i seriously should change the way i react. Sucked. Really Frustrated

Now- Blogging
I lost stamina to blog.