Tuesday, February 14, 2006
♥ One last chance in the bus

This is my 440th post. Don't bother asking me how the hell did I manage to choke up that many number of posts, I just did lah, from all the extensive laming to extensive vulgarities, I managed it somehow. This Thursday will be two years since I last blogged here at Lonehearter. So fast seh, I'm going to graduate soon. Yes, I know, stop telling me how short I am. I will grow, or I choose to believe I will grow.

By the way, we lost today.

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Just trying to sound casual about it. Nah, I'm not going to talk much about it. Because I know my touching words will touch our B girls so much they break down into tears in front of the com so much so that they won't be able to attend school anymore in the future.

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But on second thoughts, maybe I should do it so that our B girls are touched so much that they break down into tears in front of the com so much so that they won't be able to attend school anymore in future and thus fail O'Levels and thus retain for a year and thus have a second chance for the tournament next year. Joking lah. No, there's no second chance for us anymore. Nothing will change even if we win Sengkang this Thursday, because Sengkang lost to St Nichs with a score of 4-1, not 5-0. No chance for us, not a single milli milli micro chance. Not even opening 500 cans of Mili canned mushrooms will help because there won't be a single milli chance for us.

That's like, so sad right. So I cried lah. Because it's sad mah. Was I the only girl who cried? But I know I'm the first girl to cry lah. First time in history I not lagger than others. Joan felt sad only after we explained there's no second chance for us, no more, no more, no more, no more, no more, no more, no more, no more, no more, no more, no more.

I was saying, one year of training is just wasted, like that. No zonal top 4 means no medal. No medal means no acheivement. No achievement means wasted energy, wasted water, wasted breaths, wasted racquette, wasted badminton shoes, wasted footwork drills, wasted matches, wasted cheers, wasted time, wasted trainings.

But then I realise, we didn't waste our energy because we bonded so well. We didn't waste water because drinking water is good for our health. We didn't waste breaths because every exersion of muscles makes us stronger and healthier. We didn't waste our racquettes because our racquettes become something we treasure most, like a favourite toy, or a precious whatever. We didn't waste our badminton shoes because we wore them, we ran in them, we exercised in them. We didn't waste our footwork drills because we enjoyed them, we enjoyed watching Hu Jiao joke about Joan, we enjoyed watching Hu Jiao and his "qi dong". We didn't waste our matches because we enjoyed watching Joan and her tyconess, we enjoyed watching Charmaine and her Walaos. We didn't waste our time because we enjoyed our time together, we enjoyed our lunches, our trainings and all the lame jokes I had to tell. We didn't waste our trainings because we love badminton.

Did you catch the last part? I said, we love badminton.

(This is the touching part, you're supposed to feel like crying.)

None of us will blame anyone of us because we are one.

One last bus ride to Sengkang and back. Probably no more in future. One last chance to tell all the lame jokes I have, one last chance to catch Jenna close up in a bus, one last chance to hear how Ruth never fails to be the laggiest in the bus, one last chance to joke about Jaslyn's sourness, to shun her in the bus, one last chance to see Joan look like she's going to migrate, one last chance to see Charmiane watching us silently in a corner, one last chance to see Alexis tending to her phone, one last chance to hear Fiona complain about her butt muscles in the bus.

We tried our best, we played well, we have no regrets.

...Really?

Of course. Certainly. Definitely. No doubt. Absolutely. Positive. DUH.

The team
Joan
Jaslyn
Meigui
Fiona
Ruth
Jenna
Charmaine
Alexis

:) It's been fun.

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Happy Valentine's Day.

Thank yous: Fiona, Gillian, Huiming, Chunying, Jiaru, Sarah(?), Shikin, Chloe(?), Apple, Sheryl, Naomi, Sokmui, Anson, Jiahao, Jerald. For all the sweets, chocolates, cookies and rose. Question marks 'cause I'm unsure, sorry, my mind's kind of clouded. And very sorry if I missed you out. Took me more than 15 minutes recalling who gave me all those sweets and chocolates.

(And thank you Spiky for clearing all my sweets and chocolates. And Wilson for helping me eat one cookie and Fiona for helping to eat the other.)

Weeyang, for the comforting one-line phrase that was rather touching. Perlin and Michelle for the smses, Spiky for making my change the :( in my nick by sending my his neice's pictures, and helping me do my Chinese compo (I can't believe I agreed), Jeremy for carrying my bag today, Huiming and Gillian(?) who asked if I'm okay, Joan for stoning outside 4/1 with me because we can't decide whether to go in or not, Mrs Theresa Lim for telling us it's okay since she'll get to see more of us now, and all others who've appeared. Oh yah, Yongyuan for just smiling at us. (It's enough to make the most depressed person in the world go haha.)

Today wasn't a very nice day, but tomorrow will always be better. :)