From my notes dated 30th September 2003:
Gosh. Today is definitely the worst day of my life. Firstly, I came to school, only to realise that Justin would be going for the NAFTA too, which he adamantly refused to go to the day before...-_- I decided to go then. Melisa agreed to lend me her sports attire, a T-shirt and soccer shorts. It was till the last minute where I received the clothes..Hurriedly, I went off to change...Everyone was waiting to take their name tags and go onto the track for the first station, which were the sit-ups. I remembered taking my student card from my bus pass holder, and then keeping them in my black, FX Creations sling bag. I went thru' the stations, and they were my main focus...things went pretty well at first..I wasn't in such a bad shape after a long absence from exercising...Well, then again, I felt very insecure about the condition of my eczema-ridden legs. I'm guessing that, when Theresa saw it, she must have been shocked and disgusted by the sight...
Anyway, I passed my pull-ups minimum requirement for the fist time ever, and boy was I glad and proud of myself. I had a good record for the standing broad jump station as well, seomthing which was totally unexpected. Perhaps the long walks and climbing of various flights of stairs prepared me well for this segment.
The joy I had didn't last.
During the 2.4km jog segment, I got down and put in my best effort...Looking back, I haven't had and official jogging session since last year 1 (imagine that) and I must say, I was totally flat ot three rounds into the jog. I actually stopped and walked. Theresa run past me....*laughs weakly* Theresa must have realised how a poor runner I am...bleh.
Towards the end of...I made a sprint, and extremely excruciating one...to the finishing line. I was unsuprisingly late, as I've passed the 12min minimum mark without completing the run yet. I was disgusted by myself. Utterly.
In a personal note, Justin was very encouraging and supportive as he ran alongside me and waited for me to complete the jog. Thanx. The run took a lot from me and my thighs were straining so much during the jog that I could hardly bend my knees afterwards...
Ok, with no delay, here it is. The worst part of the day. When I returned to the place where we left our bags, I was extremely beguiled to find my bag missing. It didn't struck me as hard..I was still stunned. On the other hand, I saw my handphone and wallet in my trousers, which were still there. The full brunt of the loss hit me when I recalled images of the objects I had in my bag, one after another. Foremostly, I thought of my minidisc player. Fair. It's old. It's been well-used over a span of 3 years and it's recording function is spoilt. It's okay. When Justin Averil, Vince and I left to the library(Justin needed to return books)
I recalled that there was an ECH book and CD that I've borrowed from the library, and they were in my "lost" bag as well...Damn.
Still, it was acceptable until the "hailstones" hit me. My digital camera. Stolen. Lost. Gone. I'll never see it again...Justin, Averil and Vince were really supportive; they stayed back to accompany me for a while. I appreciate their friendship a lot. Nevertheless, I know, in circumstances like that, NO ONE can help you. You can onlu ACCEPT it, I told myself.
When I reached home, my dad and mum "bombasted" me. They also insisted that it was partially my fault, which I couldn't agree with. Put anyone else in this situation, and it's the same. Ain't it? I was plain unlucky. Period.
Enough of that. Bleh.
Melisa and Theresa msged me to ask how I've been, and asked me to take care...Well, all I can say is that Theresa sounded a tad casual; honestly, I was hoping that she could sense the depth of my loss. Pehaps I am just asking for the impossible.
That made me feel so ordinary in her eyes, and it seemed to be an indication that all that I've done, till nowm didn't really matter to her. She was not moved. She couldn't be. Hell, I should get out of this...move on for goodness sake!?
Surely, I'll eventually meet someone who fate has planned for me to meet, someone
who would really appreciate and love me for who I am. Don't I?
GUESS NOT, DUDE. WAIT A MILLION LIFETIMES and perhaps...perhaps you still won't.
-__-"
By the way, aside from this storm in a teacup, or coffee cup, I've went to Jumi(my cousin)'s house to do my freakin' NS registration thingy. It was a hell of a chore. The internet was laggy and the loading of each webpage took nearly 3 minutes. =0 Gosh.
I ended up not being able to arrange the time for the NS medical checkup. I'll do it again tomorrow. Or tonight. It's 1.43am in the morning now.
I sincerely wish to be rid of the bad luck of this day. Amen.
P.s I'm really sore over losing my beloved digital camera. It would take me a loooooong time to get over it. My whold body is aching and I feel crapped-up. If there's a word. And there's the childcare attachment to go later. Arrrgggggghhhh!!! Deliver me.
