Saturday, April 18, 2009

My Best Wasn't Good Enough

"I screwed up bad."

"You did good enough. At least you didn't get last."

"Haha! Yeah. True, second last isn't last."

The race didn't go so well, obviously. Seventh place out of eight. Guess who I beat. Yeap, the one with the injured leg. It's nothing to be proud about. Sigh. But just you wait. I am making a promise. I want EVERYONE here to remember this promise. I WILL take part again next year. I don't in what event, but I WILL get a medal. Gold, silver, or bronze. Whatever. But I will have that medallion of pride dangling around my neck next year. Remember!

Congratulations to Qalif, whom as I predicted, won first place. But even with his efforts, our house got last. I didn't see the final score and stuff, because Jeremy, Justin and I had to leave early to go for Gregory's play, which was goooood. Stage Therapy, it's called.


Anyway, although I didn't see the final score, I do remember seeing the scoreboard some time through the middle of the "Athletics Meet".

"HOLY SH*T! Blue house is a hundred and seven points ahead of us!"

Whoomph. Whoop-De-Doo to you too. I don't even want to imagine how far apart our final scores were.

Well, I have nothing more to say. Till the next time. And remember my promise.

*Static*

Jun Shern out.

1 comment:

陈一豪 said...

Dude start jogging with weights on your legs.

And 站马步。