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Sunday, April 15, 2007 || 11:37 AM

Yesterday. A day of happiness and sorrow.

Yeah, well, moved to school at like 6.15am, because my father was still sleeping. Took a 31. Reached at like 6.35pm. What the hell. Decided to wait at the bus stop for Chiu Yee, seeing as though she's gonna reach soon anyway.

Then she reached, wearing a red jacket. I suppose it was cold that morning, cos I was wearing the ARC jacket too. So, we moved in to the VJC range.

Had to do my job as the IC for the day. Checked the weapons. Checked that everything was in place. Checked that everyone was there. What a rough job. And I got the new ARC jersey. Name printed on the wrong side. Didn't really matter.

Moved the weapons up onto the chartered bus. Hitched a ride to HomeTeam NS for the competition. Kinda nervous there. Didn't really think about much too.

Then we reached. Moved into the Air Weapons Range. Uber cold. Froze like hell in there. We shifted into some corner of the range, unpacked our stuff and started to camp. People around starting to get ready for their details. Me? I just sat there and watched.

So time passed by pretty quickly. Then it was noon already. Moved to the cafeteria 1 floor below for lunch. Ate spaghetti. A lotta stuff happened there too. Don't want elaborate though.

Then my detail came. Didn't really lose control. Shot like it was regular shooting. Though I got really high during the 4th series. Maybe that was why I lost out on points near the end.

Waited after my detail for Ahmad to Esmond to shoot theirs. A lotta people were kinda pissed off. Don't blame them. They got the right to.

Results came out. A 500. Scraped my target. Was quite happy at that time. Though I worry that I will continue shooting like this forever. Congratulations to Jun Han for hitting 530.

Moved off with the whole group of people remaining to Jurong Centre. Dinner at Long John Silver. Didn't eat much, didn't complain either. Observed the whole group of people there. People were joking. People were laughing. People were.....sad?

I guess this would happen all the time in life. You get sad over really unnecessary things. It's just not a great way to spend your life like that though. I suppose having no feelings would help slightly.

But on the flip-side, you can't feel happy, can you?

My greatest regret in my life?
Remaining silent and unhappy for nearly 9 years.
I want to change that.

Suddenly feel like pulling this blog down, because almost no one comes to visit it. Maybe I should. Maybe I shouldn't. I will leave that to you to decide. Peace out.

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