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Road Run

It was the fifth time when I took part in this year’s road run competition. I woke up at 6 o’clock in the morning (as usual). Thanks to my sensitive gum, I was bleeding when brushing my teeth. I took a drink and 2 buns (Normally, I take only a bun. I took 2 today because I was afraid of fainting while jogging).

I entered my classroom once I had reached my school. I was doing nothing while waiting for the race to be started.

When the bell rang, everyone gathered at the assembly spot. We did some warm up exercises after the teachers gave some semi-useless speeches. And of course, we were asked to loiter on the field for a few seconds (which was also for absolutely no reason).

Before the race started, the teacher with a pissing-people-off voice threatened everyone that they will be kicked if they did not run for the first kilometer. Finally, the race started as the road was cleared.

Despite the aching muscles, I could endure the pain and jog with a consistent speed. I hoped to get a prize because it was the last for me to take part in road run competition as a secondary school student. However, it came up short when I realized that I was the thirty-fifth student who reached the finish line. I was upset but yet I was proud of myself. I beat myself and some of my friends. Besides that, I contributed score to Blue House and that was why Blue House became the champion (I am consoling myself, so if you are not down with that, I got two words for ya… Punch me!)

The activity ended with prize giving ceremony. I was happy that one of the B.F.S. members got the medal (Congrats, Tai San! You deserved it!) Eventhough there was only one member left the school with ‘W’, I found that the B.F.S. members improved a lot! So, congratulations to you too, Andrew!

Before I finish typing this post, I have an early wish for all the readers. Happy Chinese New Year!

Holi-shit-days

I write this article because I have nothing to do today. I read my friends’ blogs and feel like sharing something with you all. Yeah! It’s about my holidays. Why do I put the title as ‘Holi-shit-days’? Well, I’m just trying to make it more unique. Just like my friends, they modified the words ‘Tuna, mayonnaise’ to ‘T*un*amayonnaise’. What a great modification. One word with multiple meanings!

Alright, back to the topic. I went to MINES. There was a tea fair in MIECC. I didn’t buy tea leaf. Why? Firstly, there are lots of impostor tea leaves nowadays. Secondly, the tea leaves are becoming more and more expensive. As a student, I couldn’t afford them. A Chinese politician was there and many visitors followed him. That was funny! Why were they willing to follow a mortal like me?

I’m glad to spend my free times with Tai San and Andrew in SD Club. We go gym, we swim and we enjoy sauna. However, I don’t play badminton because most of my friends who are badminton maniacs have turned into hard working nerds! Jooooooking lah! This phrase does not exist in my English dictionary. I steal it from friends. I know that working allows one to get experience and… Money! Money! Yeah! Yeah! However, I prefer resting during holidays.

Besides exercising, I went to watch a movie yesterday at 1U. I was accompanied by Tai San, Andrew and Fiqri. That’s right! It was the first time I go out with friends. Imran was supposed to be with us but he didn’t make it. Thanks for his absence, or we wouldn’t have enough space in the vehicle. We watched ‘Beowulf’. There is only one word to describe this show: ‘Underrated’. You should know what I mean, don’t you?

Last week was a boring one. Tai San and Andrew were busy. They went to camp. I was going nowhere because my parents were busy. So, I did nothing besides facing my computer and going for tuition classes. Oh ya, I had homework to do. Come on! These are holidays! I shouldn’t spend time for that.  What I want is to spend my time meaningfully in SD Club. Besides that, I guess I’ll be waiting for my parents to make ‘announcement’.

I have nothing much to write, or type? Check back later, I’ll update this if there is something new. See ya!

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