God is testing us. going so close, the taste of success on the lips, that sort of bloodpumping zeal and hope we got when we saw the lineup, and whatever that four years has meant to all of us. i don't really know how to describe it, getting the lineup sheet and seeing the names, and feeling so bloody ecstatic at that moment because you know, you know that your team can win, that the lineup favours you, that you actually have a chance. and starting the matches. you're on a high the adrenaline rushes you see it before you, you rise, rise, rise and then you fall, because the unexpected occurs and no amount of screaming, cheering and oil can make a difference to it. you sink to a low. it sucks, really, it sucks.
seeing dreams vaporise like that in the air and hopes being stumped, it makes you wonder why people dream and dare to hope because in so many cases it just doesnt happen, thats life.
whatever the case is, we dont blame anyone, we're a team, we win as a team, we lose as a team.
just wanna say, i may have been the suckiest captain ever, but thankyou for giving me a chance, for always believing in me, for supporting me, for being there, for the love, tears, sweat, friendship (God knows i've had all of those, especially the tears after the losses and plenty of friendship and love too and sweat gosh who can deny that, we stink after training) but thank you for those memories we shared, for the bonds, for making nanyang memorable for me, for changing my life through squash, for the passion and for all that we've shared. thankyou.
and it doesnt matter what happened, because we'll look ahead, strive on, and next week will be better(:
SPEAKING OF NEXT WEEK.
i cant wait to turn 16(= few days more.
