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My name is Chuz.

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Despondence.
Wednesday, 5 March 2008
Ahhhh~ It should have been an eventful day at the stadium today. It was, but in a negative aspect. I was like looking at how pathetic some of the Red House runners are. Think they were coerced to run, which is like running for the sake of running. I ran in the 4x100m which I believed I fared pretty fairly. We got a 4th which wasn't too bad, tho we could have gotten a 2nd runner-up spot if we pushed abit more. The second race i ran in deserves a paragraph of its own. So here goes:

We lagged behind abit at the start, but we got back as it went on. We were gradually catching up with the 3rd runner and by the time the baton was going to be passed to me, it mysteriously dropped to the ground and it fucking got kicked by a random noob who did not want us to win. And so by the time the baton was picked, we were alr behind everyone and tried to catch up to no avail. That drop of the baton turned the tables on us and we suffered the ignominious fate of obtaining a position which never in my secondary sch life been gotten - L-A-S-T. Fuck it man. And I have been fucking teased about that incident from the time of release.

It's time to get back to sch and do some serious work which require much more commitment than just listening to the teacher drone on in a tone reminiscent of the incessant rain.

And how true of the proverb "It never rains, but it pours." It's like aft I lost the race, I went home and found out that my I.C. was lost. together with some other impt things with sentimental value. Oh well, I will just have to take everything that comes my way.

Currently praying hard that my fever symptoms endure until at least tmr which will enable me to skip 1 day of sch. Adios!

Be brave.

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