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Friday, December 08, 2006

today... we learnt to count our blessings...
the basic lesson is to cherish every single thing ard u..

indeed deres so mani things we haf neglected overlooked
took for granted

it has been one of the greatest yrs i had..
mayb mi dunman days were too awful for mi to recall=P
but pri sch days were good too((:

veejay days r the best..
im really i ignored all the SC teachers last yr.. all the persuasions.. the cniors n all n held on to mi decision to come here..

den i joined a wonderful CCA.. where i realised dat i had a flair for long D...
n i was jus so lucky enuff to b placed in v11..
i wouldn dare to imagine.. if the six of us.. were separated into like all the diff. classes
wad wld happen to us...
all the gd things happened.. i met true frens... dat i wld definitely b so willing to lay down mi life for..
i forgot hyprocrisy existed.. i forgot i was living in a realistic world..
i onli remembered.. i was living in mi own world..
sumtimes i tended to run away frm the unhappy stuff.. n i let go of dem too easily...
but i haf nver regretted... n looked back once
cos i believed.. wad i haf let go was meant to b so..
nevertheless.. problems were always ard.. here n dere
occasionally dey did get big enuff to bug mi
but i was fortunate enuff to always haf sum1 to back mi up..
sum1 at dat veri precise moment wld jus appear n pick mi up

n towards all the unfortunate among the fortunate were blessings in disguise..

mi studies flopped at the end of the yr remember.. the yr dint exactly end perfectly
i onli remembered miself feeling like it was the end of the world.. i was wondering if i cld still fulfill mi future ambition..
sum1 stood by mi.. she walked all the way round ECP wif mi.. n listened to mi..
few wks later i havent gotten over it
R-papers were announced.. i was the only one in the LT hu burst into tears unwilling to face up to reality..
another few wks later.. after a few consultation sessions.. i finally woke up n saw light..
im glad i failed.. really.. im so glad i failed.. if nt i wld nver noe wad went wrong.. where did i go wrong..
u noe im so glad so glad so glad.. dis wonderful teacher of mine has nver given up on mi.. she spotted mi mistakes.. the mistakes dat no1 wld prolly eva tell us in our whole life.. i was more den happy as she let mi acquired skills dat were priceless... mi jj n jm had a 180degrees change in attitude towards her.. perspective wise too.. we finally understood
i dint noe y i failed
but noe i unds y i failed.. n im glad seriously glad..

den den den.. dere was dis another huge ordeal.. to mi at least.. it was more of an emotional torture..
the worst thing to eva happen to a runner is to give up on herself.. n lag behind the rest like no1's business..
the heartwreck i rememebr after each session was overwhelming.. n esp. being the outcast made it doubly worse..
but sumhow i managed to hold in dere for a few mths.. n finally aft the EOYs.. wen i collapsed.. i remember slipping into confusion n depression for quite some time.. it was prolly one of mi most dejected period of time n i sumhow lost passion for running... n moreover.. being detached frm the team..
i was hoping to train hard to make it to the NATs.. n the hopes seemed to b dimmer n dimmer.. i missed overnite run n was deemed irresponsible.. mi frens stood by mi.. spoke up for mi.. n i was invited to join soccer.. i mus admit dat at dat pt of time.. i looked down on the position of the goalie.. n tot too little of it.. dat held mi baq.. n i dint wan to disrupt the unity of the already veri bonded SG team.. i was oso afraid.. all dat i had trained hard for in running wld cum to waste like dat.. since a goalie doesnt require veri veri gd fitness.. but the greatest thing dat happened to mi dis yr was to meet such an inspiring coach wif such an excellent team who is 4eva dere backing u up..
his words nver fail to tug at mi heartstrings... n really i nver found so much joy in trng b4... even making mistakes n failing so often cld actly b such a happy thing.. i nver tot dat i cld eva meet such gd teammates..
dese few wks of trng.. i realised dat i can nver underestimate the importance of a goalkeeper.. u noe everyday im dreaming.. of how one day i will b able to block out all dose impossible curling corner goals.. im dreaming of how far i can dive.. n the more i dream the more it seems nearer.. n althou mi performance might b super duper lousy now.. i still believe dat one day i can b wad i dream u noe.. i believe in mi coach... i believe in mi teammates.. n farah hu's always like trying too boost mi confidence.. she is oso one dat nver fails to inspire mi.. i unds her pain.. the bruises.. the blood.. the sprained fingers.. the flattened hips etc. etc. she has nver complained at all except for occasional mentions..
i jus cant say how much how much im blessed..

i love v11.. every single one..( n u noe wad i tink we shld stop saying like our class treat the PRCs the best.. cos dey r a part of us.. dey r nt meant to b ostracised.. it's nt sumthing good dat we haf done.. but rather sumthing we shld b doing.. )
i love vjSG... more than words can say
i love VJ
i love mi family.. for sticking thru dis 15 yrs of mi life..

yesh.. mi i noe mi blessings r too many to b counted..