Rest

After the exhiliration from TJ winning the debate, almost clinching 1st place for 100m (meaning I was second), beating Hon Boon at the last 40m to claim the gold for 4x100m, and realising I was the best performer for IP guys for the Track and Field meet (no mention of course, only Grace Khoo gets mentioned. What bullshit. Screwed PE department. We're a smaller batch so we can only have a best performer from the combined cohort of guys and girls?! What absolute bullshit. So what if Grace broke a record?!), I finally get to rest. And rest well I did - 12 hours in fact.

And one wakes to a new day, and realises that the brief respite is never enough. A new week soon begins - and there's the finals of the interclass debate. Why oh why can't we just send Mariam, Kerry and Melody in to win the stupid thing and get it over and done with?

So much for Melody's speech on "you've made it this far, and what counts is that you give your best." That was what I told her before the debate on Friday, how ironic that she uses it against me.

Off to take calls. Conference calls are scandalous. Period.