The worst things happens to me

I haven't really achieved anything yet.

I'm starting to realize that after today. I told myself I would win the shot putt event. I told myself I would win the discus event. But instead I came back empty-handed with a bruised knuckle, a twisted back and a broken ankle. 3 weeks before the events today and the most stupid thing had to happen: I fell off my bike, again, thrice, this time my ankle got pinned down hard under the weight of that stupid piece of junk. And how'd it happened? I let go of the handlebars and went over a hump, then the bike fell sideways. Yeah laugh all you want.

I couldn't throw. I wasn't in form. I threw the shot putt and screwed my ankle even further. And after all the throwing, suddenly out of nowhere a sharp pain jolted up through my spine. I sprained my back by over-exerting my ankle through to my hips. And the next event was the discus. How the fuck was I supposed to twist my body in a full circle with a aching back???? If I were to twist somemore I'll get paralysed.

The fractured ankle won't heal until now. I didn't have the mood and the capability of attending the last two House meetings which was so seriously important. It was the time where members were choosen to participate in the sports events coming up. Instead I played truancy, well, I thought everyone would do a good job by themselves. And after everything is compiled up and no more change is available, people come up to me saying: "Eh I cannot do this event la, I'll die." "Eh I want to join this and this and this. Why gimme so few events?" "Ooi, I joined javelin la. Why don't have my name?" "Ooi I still didn't get my number la." And then I forgotten the most important person to put up for javelin. He was always reminding me: Eh put me in javelin about every single day in school. In the end that never came into mind. I didn't create the list and I simply sent it up. I didn't have the mood to run around looking for people and add them (note, my ankle was still broken).

And the worst part is the Tug-Of-War. I thought I had the dream team. With a rugby player and a 118kg guy, our team would have become glorious. The members were all muscular too, their body composure made up only of muscles. But then it crumbles, why? Because of two fucked-up bastards who just signed up their names for fun to avoid being involved in marching. I didn't have the mood to look up for others, I was just following the list when suddenly it hit me that there are so many others capable and dedicated in this. Last Monday was the first round, and we were short of 3 persons: The two assholes and another that needed to attend his grandmother's funeral which was excusable. Instead we cheated by taking another indian dude and used the absentee's name to pull. We won. Everyone was ecstatic. I was ecstatic. The teacher advisor was ecstatic.

"Why didn't you come to school on Monday?"
Bastard A: "Couldn't wake up."
Bastard B: "Sick."

I couldn't wait until the next round which was today later in the afternoon. But then the worst things had to happen. My 118kg guy twisted his spine in the first round and another had to attend tuition. Then those two bastards were my last resort.

"Could you come later for the Tug-Of-War?"
Bastard A: "Can I not come?"
Bastard B: "Don't want."

I had to ask the teacher to coax them. After that, I thought they WOULD come. When the event started, only 5 came. 5 so dedicated Paul players, I was so guilty that they had to concede a walk-over just like that to the lowly Marcians. Judging by appearance alone, we could have just with one tug ripped their arms off, but my dream team and my dream to let Paul win this year had become just a dream. I was so pissed, smashed my knuckle to the wall and swear to myself that I will never forget this humiliation ever in my life.

Oh, and tuition later that day after skipping for 2 hours and ended up with nothing:
"Eh who won the Tug-Of-War?"
"You think who? Of course us la!" and they burst into laughter.
I stared at them like what Daniel Craig does to the people that will have him as the last person they will be looking at in their life.

Today was shocking. The distance I threw for shot putt was the same two years ago. I really thought that I would have easily been in the top 3 but I ended up last? I thought I have made progress. I thought that I have become more matured. But have I always continued to be so backward? Oh God... Why?

"BUCK UP FRANKLIN."



God, if I have ever been cursed with misfortune by anyone I pray that you will relieve this curse from me and lead me through life with your guidance.

Now I'm listening to My Chemical Romance - I Don't Love You. Ish, I should just forget about her.

And to hell with motorcycles, I'm not riding them anymore.