2day is officially the 1st day of the march hols! its only going 2 be 9 days short and i know 4 sure it will end even b4 it begins (weird as that may sound, i know wat i'm talking about)... gotta grab every last minute of it... so yesterday was the last day of term 1 (wanted 2 blog last night but was pretty tired, plus Meet The Fockers was on so i chose the tv), and hell term 1 went by like nothing... it really feels damn short, but i guess we had alot 2 do as well, not 2 mention we had a couple of breaks like CNY, made it feel all the more quick... anyway, no1 felt like doing any proper studying yesterday, all got holiday mood already... so had pe 1st period, did some sports climbing thing, quite fun lah, cept 4 the smelly rocks and helmet, and the occasional tight crotch (the harness eats into ur balls quite abit, hurts 2 lol)... after pe had geog, and thank goodness yak went away 4 some course (hope she friggin has course 4 the rest of the year), so some dude came in 4 relief... the guy was quite funky lah (supposedly ong wai ling's ex-pupil), spent a good part of the lesson talking 2 him, in the end nvr do anything, only 2 realise that i'd much rather have the dude as my geog teacher... next had chem prac, and i think i screwed it... somehow or rather my observations and conclusions dun match, and its not like i dunno how 2 do, its juz that i got some funky weird answers... well, so much 4 ending the term on a good note in terms of assessments... no matter how much i tell myself that next term is a chance 2 start anew and get better, i only know it will get tougher and much worse... last academic period of term 1 belonged to maths, and i could tell even tan chio yen oso no mood 4 serious work, draw some graphs and we were done, cut short our period by 5 mins...
after skul straight away went 2 play soccer... the sun was friggin frying the Earth lah, damn bloody hot... played 4 close to 2 hrs, totally cooked and had weird tans on my arms and neck (cuz i was wearing a sleeveless, wish i could play barebody so at least dun have the off-colour tans), i now know why people die of heat stroke... for the 1st hour or so played with a group of sec1s, at first got like 6 then by the end of the game they had 15-20 (i swear it was a whole friggin class)... like playing with ants, damn scared we run them over (literally), but they were quite good, gave us a good run about... so after that ryan teo joined us, and sometimes its juz a joy 2 play with teo, even if it was juz that 15 mins or so... after that rushed down 2 RJ track 4 high jump, which i frankly, wasnt really interested in... so played bridge while waiting 4 the thing 2 start, problems with the shirts and stuff made me even more sian... when it finally started, took a few round to get things going... wasnt that easy but after i got the hang of it i started to cruise a little til there was only this freak-of-nature buckley guy, jerome, simon and myself... we (3 of us excluding buckley freak cuz hes juz 2 friggin good, or so he thinks) were neck and neck til simon dropped out, so left jerome and me... was so close 2 gettin 2nd place, juz when jerome managed to clear the 1.65m mark, then i knew it was over... well, at least it turned out ok, quite fun in fact (all the guys were there, ivan, darryl, yijun, zf), and i got a medal (3rd place is still respectable, i think)... after the jumps ended went 2 RJ canteen 2 play more BRIDGE! it was seriously damn fun, played til about 715 and cabbed 2 woodlands with yijun cuz he had 2 rush 2 sports school 4 a swimming competition... damn heng in a sense cuz i got a free ride home, the prospect of a train ride wasnt very appealing then, at least staying near sports school has its good points oso...
so this morning after breakfast, decided to go to darryl's house... his house was seriously damn nice, but more importantly i went there 2 do one thing: play BRIDGE! i swear the game is so friggin addictive... met zf at orchard, took a bus down 2 darryl's house (saw a gallardo on the way) and not 2 long after daryl teo came oso... so that meant that bridge was on... haha... played from about 12 to 230, went BK 4 lunch, came back and even more bridge... half the day was spent on bridge lah, and none of it wasted... played all the way til 515 when i had 2 rush home b4 gettin screwed... found out that i have all-stars training on monday, with simon, danny and zf... not really looking 4ward to it but a gym session should ensue so wat the heck... with soccer on tues i'm really starting 2 think that this hols is 2 short 4 2 many reasons... sometimes i wonder why i let these thoughts get in my head... when i'm caught in the moment, everything feels nice and sweet, like the way they were b4... but when i have a clearer head and when the dust settles down, it juz feels so stupid... i nvr 4got how much it hurt, dulled it may be but still very much clear... it means nothing 2 me now, but i juz dun wanna go through it again... maybe, not with you... i realised (i think i've said this b4) that i'm in love with the memories, but not you... my heart longs 4 those feelings again, with the memories, but not you... you were perfection to me in my memories, but not you... i know this sounds stupid and absolutely random (all of it has), but i juz gotta keep reminding myself of wat i've set out 2 do... and day by day i'll get by, until i can find someone who would accept an incomplete heart, cuz you took a piece of mine when you left (cheesy right? can't help)... well, that was super random, but it means something if you're willing to let it... so much 4 this post, the tune of Don't Matter by Akon is stuck in my head, gotta get it out somehow... time 2 play catch up, and a long way 2 go... peace...
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