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____I Don't Get What The Big Deal Is Anyway...

Been really busy. I mean busy during the last weekend. Friday was Hari Raya Haji, but imagine waking up early in the morning to go car washing to raise funds. I had a terrible time pulling myself out of bed. Luckily car washing wasn't that bad, had some fun creating foams of soap and splashing them everywhere on the car.

Had the privilage to wake up late on Saturday, but had to go over to NUS that evening for the XQRJ concert. It was an eye opener, didn't know that there were so many raw talents in chinese song writing out there. What impressed me most though, was the way the event was organised - real neat and professionally done.

Stayed over at MJ's room that night and rushed back to NTU on Sunday morning to watch the football semis between Hall 1 and Hall 9. We took a fortunate lead but the goal was by no means of low quality. Vynesh half lobbed - half shot the ball from way out when put through on goal with the defence pretty static. But Hall 1 soon lost the plot. We sat too deep and our mindset was only to defend the lead. When Hall 9 equalised, we knew that the game wasn't ours to be. In extra time, the same person unleashed a rasping shot that dipped wickedly under the bar for the golden goal.

In a way, I was relieved, although I didn't show it. I hate the way I was left out of all the games when we made our way to the semis. Looks like we will have to try again next IH.
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Then I attended the commissioning of my brother. Everything was so formal, so elaborate, so high class, so grand - it makes me sick to be a specialist. No use consoling me saying that specialists are like defenders of a winning football team (they do the shit but don't get the credit) and on the other hand, the officers are the classy strikers who get all the glory for winning. Afterall, I want to view myself as a player of great attacking flair (don't laugh). But yeah, all the money officers are getting every month is blatantly disgusting.

And yes, I'm jealous not being given a chance to wear No.1. And bloody sick of the fuss that my Dad kicks up. Going on and on about officers and everything. If one didn't get jealous from the beginning, all the propaganda would have made anyone tired of just listening to him go blah blah blah.

Good thing my brother is a level-headed lad.

I wonder if my dad would be so fussed up this time round if I were to have been commissioned first. I'm green-eyed jealous - he didn't even attend my passing out from SPT. I wonder when can I do something that can make him as excited as a damned commissionning parade.

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