With bated breath i waited.My eyes locked on,and focus undivided,and then in a split second,i made my move..

..and boy did it hurt,diving on the ground doesn't feel as good as it looks.And the bad thing is i'm getting addicted to it.The wave of satisfaction that washes over is pure ecstacy.My position in the team changed again,and it seems too high a mountain to scale this time.I've got less than 2 months to train as a 'Libro' (don't know if its spelt that way) and therefore,i'm pretty much screwed.Not only do i need physics,maths,geog,and economics tuition,volleyball training seems to be on the list as well.

Today's kinda sad,for it marks the last day of rugby during P.e,which inevitably means that there's no more fun to look forward to on wednesdays.Rugby has a knack for bonding people together,or should i say guys in general.Putting a bunch of hormone raging guys together with a sport that brings out the testosterone nature equates to a whole lot of dirty talk and jokes.And of cause a whole lot of fun unrivalled by any other game.And it extends to weekly post P.e rendezvous where the whole bunch of us goes to wash up.Just last week i witnessed two fellas bathing together in the same cubicle,and today,i witnessed three.

For all the fun in school,it's shadowed with an invisible burden weighing down on us,and this is exarcebated as each day passes by.It's superfluous to even mention about how sad life is getting,with more tests piled on us,and the pressing pressure for us to have "no lives" starting from right now.The daily timetable of my teacher when she was in a JC goes like this, 3-4pm,short nap.Followed up with a three hour study till 7 before its dinner cum tv time until the clock strikes 8.And then it's study time yet again till 10,ending with a 6 hour sleep before waking at 4am to study again...and that is the life,of a person who scored practically all As.