Friday, October 24, 2003
Anyone have any idea what a courvoisier is? im listening to busta rhymes song with the same title and i think it sounds really funny. Oh well.
The new catchphrase of the year (or at least the next 6 weeks) is Lots-of-Determination-Lionel. For lack of another positive adjective which begins with L, that shall stick till i find a better one. (yes yes, ive heard it all before: lame, lost, loser, limp, lian, (nasi) lemak.. yeochi yeochi) Close to the finish line, ladies and gentlemen! This is like cross country... when all you can feel is your pounding heart throttling your chest, sweat dripping into your eyes, fatigue setting in.. and then comes that surge of hope when you turn left into the tarmac road leading back into macritchie reservoir. Other runners are starting to sprint, and you're psyching yourself and strategizing which is that crucial moment to put on that burst of speed, which would allow you to overtake the bulk of the competition in front, not too late that you realise you could have run past that buggerdil from S21 in front, yet not too early that it leaves you hobbling helplessly toward the finish line.
Nope, this is the part when your eyes narrow, the pain goes away, your breathing gets deeper, your calves burn up, and your sneakers dig into the ground, with each person you overtake being a distant memory. Such that the only clear image is that huge "Boys/Girls" banner, with the official handing out position tags.. and you go "crap i want my top 20 tag!"
Yes, in case you didnt know, im talking about the lovely A Levels.
(of course you knew didnt you? you're smart!)
Oh yeah.. and ive never gotten top 10 in a x-country competiton before, the best ive gotten was 17th, this year for the sajc x-country championships. Okay, irrelevant info.
The goal's right there.. just need to reach out and grab it. *growl*
My dad always told me that you know you've run your best when you crossed the finish line and know that you absolutely, stubbornly, completely cannot run another metre. That you're so exhausted that the only thing preventing you from collapsing is that realisation that you've attained what you've been training for.
so dear reader, dont call me out for the movies, dont ask me to go play pool, dont introduce me to a new book, smash my screen to stop me from friendster-ing, and sms me lots of "all the best" messages!
cause i'll do the same for you.. and i think if we push each other along in this final sprint, that medal may very well be ours.
I shall not enjoy myself these next 6 weeks. Feelings of relaxation and stoning will be kept to a minimum, sinful indulgence of wasting time in town will be limited to er... a few hours in total. (okay fine. So im going for lunch at fish and co with council, after which we'd be heading down to open house to poke around. but i promise this is the absolutely last time i'm enjoying myself till after the exams. Really!)
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