On Thursday, we had the Sec Two Inter-house Games. I forgot to bring my PE T-shirt. As expected of me. Dorothy got me out of that scrape by lending me her spare shirt. It was size 42. I wear 38. But then again, who am I to complain when she just saved my ass?

I had signed up for badminton. Not a sport I play particularly well, but then again, I play it better than basketball or bench-ball. Okay. Then I found out it would be doubles. So who's my double? I knew virtually no one who signed up for badminton. Those whom I knew got routed to another sport because we had too many people. So we had random partners. My partner was this person called Nell Shen. SBC, sings well. Anyway, back to what happened.

Our first opponent was late. Ms Su gave them a tongue lashing and scribbled down: First warning, late on court. All because we had to hunt for them and they were as a result, late for five minutes. Trouble causing.

The result was 21-13. Naturally, Nell and I won, because they were crappy. They couldn't serve. Neither could Nell, but I could. And not many of us knew the rules properly, so I just got all the serves. Saved our asses too. Nell's serves go into the net.

We got to the last few points. Just a few more, I thought. I fixed a stare at them. They looked pretty much intimidated, not really wanting to glance back. Here I come, I'm gonna kickass. I served.

And the shuttlecock went right into the net.

See, I toldja anger doesn't get you anywhere. I was right, huh?

Well, as a matter of fact, ego doesn't get you anywhere either. In case you're wondering, yes, Nell and I had a second game against another pair of opponents. Yes, we won. How could I lose face with my senior Meaghan (debate) as one of the linesmen anyway? Ah, there goes my ego again. Don't pay any attention to him. Queer chap, that fellow.

Enjoy your day, fellows.

That was the conscience. That dude needs to be decimated. Yeah.

:D