its been a very long day indeed. but instead of listening to my very tired body and putting myself to bed, i'm staying up to do math...

today was tiring because... it was track finals. i dont even know why i went down. i guess i went because qing asked me to?.. and i wanted to see the team and all.

another one of my bad decisions. now i'm home with a sorethroat (i think some vj ppl are quite pissed off at me and qing. erm. cos we sort of screeched- the famous stnicks way of letting people know we're around- into their ears for stnicks. but kept deathly silent when vj ran. but oh whatever. its not just that i dont know the people... i guess i still feel more like a stnicks girl than a victorian. i have no idea why. perhaps i have not been trying hard enough. but then again, i hardly tried to become a stnicks girl... i just sort of... did.)
where was i.
sorethroat. yes. and a broken heart really. and many many frustrations.
they are so going to get shit from ms lim about this. races were... badly handled to say the least. 4x100 was screwed up by passing...4x400 was worth watching though. and fiona is one fiesty athlete. she has my admiration. in ms natasha's words, a princess indeed. the banner! ohmgod. what were you guys thinking really. sigh.
an altogether more botched up nationals than ours last year. and we thought we were the limit.

whats to be done right...
you win some you lose some. its like a law of nature or something... the trick is picking your battles to fight and win. same with studying really.

and i thought friends were supposed to make life better. seems like i'm wrong again.