Today was well, a pretty meaningful day. Two major happenings during the soccer finals in the late afternoon.

I managed to catch some nostalgic faces before the match started and I must say that though the meeting was short, it seriously did mean a lot to me. Undeniably, it has been getting increasingly difficult to see these old friends as time passes by because we are now in separate schools but I'm not about to let these friendships dwindle away and die. Initially, I did have some doubts about meeting the both of them after such a long time for I was worried that at some point of time we would run dry of topics to clack and stare blankly at one another but I was proven wrong. We somehow managed to spin out some really spastic but spoof-y conversations out of really simplistic items like the adidas clapper. Maybe, this is why most people concluded that secondary school friendships last the longest.

Presenting to you....The 3 Stragglers from 4Grace! Okay there's still jack who sadly went missing.


Hi ms vice-chairperson. I mean EX vice-chairperson.
Hello WIFE!I shall forgive you for being promiscuous.

Then, some weirdo came and chased us away because we were supposedly infringing on some 'VIP' seats. Well, that concluded our mini meet-up but it's okay because VJ won in the end hahaha, which brings me to my next train of thoughts.

It flagrantly dawned onto me how important and meaningful this game was to the VJ team. They had lost the title for two consecutive years in which the honour had came so close to them, but only to pull away at the last minute. I must say, it must have been really heart-wrenching especially for the senior players. This was a game not only for themselves or the school but also for those grand-seniors who have always wanted to clinch the championship title but never had the chance to. Their countenance before the match revealed much anticipation, yet largely mixed with anxiety and fear perhaps. They were that stressed coupled with the whole school who was down and had their attention on them. The pressure intensified. The match saw an exchange of stunning shots, dives, slides, shoves, return-fires and the boys fought hard despite the considerable number of yellow cards issued. The audience ourselves could only clenched our fists and pray that luck was bestowed upon them. The looks of anguish and pain could be starkly seen on their faces whenever a scoring opportunity was saved or robbed. The miracle did happened in the end, their efforts did paid off from the numerous attempts to edge out their opponents. Shouts of joy and jubilant inundated the entire stadium. It was no longer a team event, but a school effort. This is one of the instances which made me really proud to call myself a Victorian.

Felt better penning it down. They keep flashing in my mind highly disorganized.