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And I will keep walking till the day I die.
Thursday, September 16, 2010
Today, I cried.

Yes, I did. Honestly.

Why? Well, I just found out that my footdrill is the worst among the squad. Yes, unbelievable but it is. We played a 'game' during footdrill and Passerby said that whoever makes ten mistakes shall be called out to fall out (that kind of rhymes). The last one remaining shall be rewarded. And guess what?

Yeah.
I was the first to be called out. I had obviously predicted it but I didn't think I would take it so hard. I mean, my posture sucks and I guess I was called out because of that. I stood beside the ma'ams and I felt my eyes welling up with tears, but I brushed them away.

We never got to complete the game due to time. The ma'ams asked the whole squad to sit down and Suen Chi cried quite badly, because they announced to us who got the most mistakes. Then they say they will read starting from the most mistakes. And when my name was called out to be the first, my heart shattered. And then I brushed the fresh tears away. While they were talking, I was listening, but I never made eye contact. I would look at the NCCs, the drain hole, the tiles, the grass infront of me and the big CRESCENT sewn on the PE shirt infront of my face. And I was like thinking, Wukong gave me the present for nothing. My footdrill sucked, how could she say it was good?

And when we got dismissed, I was still depressed. (B/N: Gosh, this sounds much more like a compo than a blog.) While I packing up my bag, Passerby came and said she wanted to talk to me. So I hopped down the mini forum and we went to the parade square. I saw Suen Chi and she was still crying and Passerby began to comfort her. I just stood there like some retarded person until...

MY FAVOURITE MA'AM ASK ME TO SIT NEXT TO HER.

Her codename shall be ~Hoka~ (I'll change it after I find out what the hell it means). Then she also began to comfort me then I was like some mute person, unable to croak out a single word. Then they began to ask us why we cry then I never reply so she ask me whether it is because we two pull down the squad's standard and I nod my head (and started to cry) because it was partially because of that. Then she began to say that footdrill isn't individual. It is a whole squad.

Don't feel like typing any more.

Hey sexy ♥



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