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Friday, 2 April 2010 8:37 pm
Responsibility

"I believe that we are responsible for what we do, no matter how we feel"

I keep to my word. The guilt felt is unimaginable if I don't. I was all set to watch yesterday's match, even if it meant sitting alone. Thank the spirits Firdaus accompanied me for SGS's sports day earlier in the afternoon. I had the ex-students race to run and wasn't up to sitting alone. Already felt like I ran a mile getting from to school to gobble down lunch (half an hour before I was supposed to be at the stadium for the run) then catch the train, cab (yes, I cab-ed down. It was a last resort) back home from the train station, change clothes, grab the car keys and rush down to Hougang stadium. I get there with maybe 15 mins to spare before it's my race.

I run. Get first. Sit around with Firdaus and wait for prize presentation. Get my medal, drive home. shower, change get back in the car and drive back down to Hougang stadium for the S league match between SENKANG PUNGGOL and Albirex Niigata. The ref was seriously biased damn him. I was so pissed off that I didna say anything when he got jeered at and threatened when he walked off the pitch after the game. I did feel though, when he looked up to see me and I gave him a disappointed look. I've been told my face gives away a lot. What people don't realise is I give what people expect to see. I've seen a lot to know what expression will suit people's expectation best. I prefer being unmasked, but the situation often calls for it.

What angered me most was the boy ended up in a scuffle with the Albirex guy- blasted 24. It wasna even his fault for cryin' out loud! The sticky nuinsance. The hilarious part that got the SPFC supporters cheering was when 24 took a huge tumble in the grass near our part of the stands. We roared with laughter, mocking him. I also knew that by being there D would have gotten a bit nervous but... my actions are my own and he chose to glance my way when the players were headed out. I'll be there for more so.. he'll get used to it.

They lost. That was the most disappointing part of the day. That and the blasted website. Grhhh. For all the adrenaline couldnna sustain his spirit. He was flat out when we left. He did text after the match. :D I'm goona hunt 24 down and tell him to go get himself another player to stick onto and leave D alone. Grrrhhh. The drive there already had Sameer and Firdaus shaken up a lil cos I was terrified they'd start the match and I wouldn't be there yet. The ride back for Sameer was wayyyy better I believe, hee. Haven't had such experiences in a long time. I'm terribly elated. :D
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