Sports day is coming up, and man, I'm slow.

I mean, no matter how I run, I know I can run even faster. I better, if I want that 100m and 4x100m gold so badly. And don't get me started on 200m. I slowed down inches from the line. Someone should shoot me or something.

Running, I realised, is not about your opponents. It's about yourself. No matter what you do in life, it's better to win because you are good, not because your opponents are lousy. And running, what better way to win than to be the best.

I shall be the best.

I finished my heats yesterday, and had 4 heats yesterday, all sprinting events. Man, I was so tired after all that. But the atmosphere was fantastic! While running, I could hear all my friends cheering for me. I'm so happy! And when Jacquelin fell while running, and got up, THE WHOLE SCHOOL cheered for her. Somehow, I feel that SRJC is still the best school ever( no matter how lousy i always say she is, she's still the best). It's times like this where you feel that the whole school just bonded as one.

Yesterday, I went out for dinner with Ms Ooi... Liling, and it felt good. There's not a lot of people you can just open your heart to, and I'll be happy with just 1, but i have more than one. So glad.

Happy for my chemistry, I PASSED!!( the first ever chemistry test that I passed EVER in this college)... but sacrificed my MAths, got AO.

Whatever... I can do well for maths chem and econs. I'm gonna do well. Watch me.

On looking back.

Tomorrow will be the day I put on my uniform, and go back to school for my Mid year exams. Just now, I was frantically searching for my badges, so that tomorrow, I would be neat and ready.

And as I picked up my basketball badge, it suddenly dawned on me that competitive basketball have just ended for me. My season is over. Finished. Gone.

I thought to myself, "Hmm, I don't have to wear the basketball badge anymore, no more basketball now."

But I thought again, "Oh... no more basketball? No more late nights on the court? No more sweating, no more lessons, no more training... NO MORE basketball?"

I feel like a room stripped of its entire furniture. Empty.

But it's alright. My first priority now is to study. So I will.

Looking back, I can't believe it has been 1year and 5months since the SRJC basketball team became my other life. With the then-J2s, it was all fun and laughter, and so many great friends. There were tears too, but there were friends to hug you, to cry with, to share jokes and secrets with (psst...). When they left, I wasn't alone, I had the rest of the then j1s, who became my teammates. There were laughter, tears, fun, scoldings, losses, winnings, and I've come to embrace that too. There were seniors, big big big seniors, juniors, small juniors, and at the centre of all of that, there was Miss Rivera.

How can I fail when she believes in me?
How can we fail if she knows we can do it?

I hope, at the end of this journey and at the start of another, we have made Ms Rivera proud. And that to me, is the greatest honour my team can recieve.

I would like to raise my hand, and confess that I have the foot-in-mouth disease.

One entry back, I attribute my bad show on court to the weight of my once heavy-as-lead hair. However, I fail to conclude that even though I didn't play as well as I should, at least we won. But today's SRJC VS NYJC match, somehow, my new hair got stage fright.

Or was it just me?

I would also like to raise my hand, and confess I'm just a basketball drama-mama.

Ever since the NJ game, I have been wailing and bawling my eyes out. Even I can't stand myself.

"Deanna, you are just a prima donna lah! Think wad, captain big ah? Can cry here cry there issit? So demoralising you know?" These words should be uttered by my teammates, they should just come and scream at me for not doing my part as team captain.

With respect to my hair, my tears, and everything that has made me a captain, I will show what I can do next monday. Because we ain't come to the 2nd round for nuthin'!

Taa daa... finally dared to put last year's prom picture up... 

This was supposed to be there dunno how long ago, but... yar....  

Another creation by Deanna 

This Magazine Cover 

I would like to push the blame of my bad show in the last 2 matches of the Nationals to my thick, wavy hair.

It's heavy, this hair of mine. Lugging it by the head to wherever takes tremendous effort. Running with this hair takes a whole lotta effort as well. At times, it can be a good weapon against people who stick too close to me ( I'm the non-stick kind, just like a good frying pan), espacially during basketball. Imagine this: You are 5cm behind me, and I turn my head around. The next thing that will happen will be you screaming in pain. I don't deny, the split ends in my hair is painful. Furthurmore, I don't think anyone likes the feeling of a broom on his/her face.

If I lived in the Sahara Desert, I think my hair would have caught fire by now. I thank my lucky stars that none of the recent bushfires in Singapore did not occur where my head lives.

Well, guess what? I've achieved salvation through the scissors of my hairdresser. Looking at the black mess that was once on my head, I smiled, and then turned away. For others this is only a hairy tale. But for me, I am now FRINGED out.

(try to resist saying HUH. Thank you.)