The Longest Day

I don't think that since the time Winston Churchill first said it during WWII, have the lives of so many depended on so few.

Ok so i'm a sucker for hyperbole. But nonetheless, the cocktail of ecstasy and adrenaline that rushed through your body once the referee blew the final whistle was comparable to hearing 'Sheares Hall' declared winners of a coveted shield at Rag. And the strangest part is that it was just a prelim game. It shouldn't have been so close. But we went through with the slimmest of margins, hitting our exact target of a 2 goal victory, coming back off a loss, coming back from a 3-nil start, to take a place in the semis. Too close for comfort I tell you.

And that's why the title of this post. Friday is my packed day - 10 to 6 with a lunch break. And in none of my 6 hours of lecture could I pay full attention to what was going on in class, whether it was the baby carrier that broke apart in our materials failure case study, or questioning the definition of life in my complexity lesson, or finally the agonizingly long final lesson from 4-6 on heat cycles where I was constantly shaken from my peaceful slumber by a certain Neo Jun Leong. But I digress. None of us I bet was fully concentrating on academic matters today, our eyes fixed on the clock ticking away ever so slowly to the fateful hour. All we could think of was the game. We'd gotten ourselves into this precarious position by losing to TH, thus forcing ourselves into a do-or-die game tonight, and to make matters worse it was a derby!

But in the end all the anxiety and anticipation, cold feet and sweaty palms, ended in relief as we clawed our way back into the competition. The derby was a nail-biter and surprisingly didn't get ugly at any point of time (kudos to KR too for playing with good spirit!).

However the biggest thank you has to go out to the supporters who did come down to cheer us on, even as the Sea of Orange was thinned due to the concurrent chingay dance rehearsal.

To the 8 short boys, old and new, thanks for always being by our side without fail, spurring the crowd on whenever there's a lull, and being our pillars of strength whenever needed.

To the level 7 girls (and joyce the wolf-crier too!) thanks for coming down and shrieking away to glory and getting an earful for your earfuls too! Your unabashed support is greatly appreciated!

Lookin' forward to getting this show on the road - semifinals on Monday - another day of
misplaced concentration and anticipation.

Hope to see you all there again!!



PS. This also happens to be our blog's post number 42 :D