Champion

And we won. Pure and simple. No one can take that away. We came, we played, we conquered. We went back to the grounds that night, as the Old Boys treated us at the nearby place. And we marvel at what we've done. The hard work, the loss earlier in the season. But "we fought back", as Leonard'd rightly put, and that's it. That’s the beauty of it all: the sheer satisfaction of this single fact that we've beaten everyone and the odds, to emerge winners of the day.

But is it that important? It’ll maintain for months, but it'll fade into oblivion. It’s just one competition out of so so many competitions, out of so many human endeavors. Whether your side or the other side wins doesn’t matter. It’ll just be an insignificant passing remark in your entire scheme of things.

But who doesn’t like winning? I would rather win than lose. That’s why I’m guiltily happily feeling the fleeting moment of everything’s gone right.

Crossroads

Disappointed.

Spent time; put in the necessary effort (hopefully); sacrificed other prospects in other CCA; sacrificed rugby; and things didn’t work right.

Here I am, again. Yet again aware that I’ve blew my chances.
Oh well.

Thanks Nigel for advising me at the start. Really appreciate it.

Thanks Zhao Yang for the advice. I’ll heed it… if I have the time.

Thanks Kevin Kwek for your consolation. (:

I wonder why people are “avoiding” me, as if not getting it is such a painful thing that mentioning it makes things worse. Talk about it if you are a friend; there’s really nothing wrong about discussing. It has been cast in stone already; might as well tell me how I can do better the next time round.

I am learning. I am moving on.

I’ll end off with this video, which represents the best frame of mind I can have, that of acceptance and doing my best.