As we all know, yesterday was sport's day. Pretty boring apart from chatting and watching races.
We were rejoicing when it started raining since the Sec 1 inter-class relay race would be cancelled for sure, but after the rain stopped and the track dried up a little, the teachers decided to carry on with it. It was pretty fun, actually. Nerve-racking but fun. There's that terrific burst of adrenaline as you sprint across the track, the feeling of the cold wind breaking against your face, and the anxiousness that you'll slip and fall on the damp track. And hurray, our class got 2nd place! And hurray... we got... cheap chocolate teddy bears as a reward. I'll bet even the bottles of water they gave out to everyone cost more.
After the whole event was over, Keats, me, Ru and Fi took the MRT to a bus interchange. I'm always scared that the MRT/bus will suddenly start moving before I sit down or grab hold onto something and cause me to fall, so I scurried into the MRT like a cat on hot bricks squeaking "Help, help!" under my breath (although I believe Ru heard me) as though I was already falling over.
On the way home in the bus, we finally got to see the condominium where Fi lives. The facade makes it seem like a dreamy little place where all the intellects live and study in tranquility. ;)
Anyway, today as I arrived back at my condominium, I walked pass the BBQ pits where a little American kid was having his birthday party. All the other kids were Chinese. They were gathered around a round patio table on which was a huge white cake with red and blue frosting on top. His friends had just finished bellowing the last sentence of "Happy Birthday to you!". Then, perhaps on instinct, they began bellowing the birthday song again, but in Chinese, as they would at any Chinese Singaporean kid's party. And the poor b-day boy was just looking around at them like "What on EARTH?". I felt quite sorry for the kid, but it's kinda funny now looking back on it.
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