If you don't already know, I got an Individual 1st runner-up for the NPCC .22 Shooting Competition with a score of 160/180, an improvement from the Individual 8th I got last year. If you already know, don't complain and read on, because this post is not what you think it is, namely me bragging about myself. Rather, it's about how unhappy I am that I had to waste a whole bloody afternoon.

Went over to the Home Team Academy today. You know, the spiffy-looking sprawling complex? Very nice and all, except for the fact that it's at Choa Chu Kang. That's some trip across the whole island for me, since I don't stay anywhere remotely near. Well, the purpose of my being there in the first place was to collect my 2nd placing trophy, as well as my junior's 8th position trophy, since he wasn't able to come as he was part of the GOH for Founder's Day. Which brings up another point.

Today is Founder's Day. Everyone came to school for Mass in the hall, before having to watch some dumb video after that of the 'history' of the Marist brothers before we were dismissed at about 10am. I say the video was stupid simply because it was out of point and rather unrelated to the history of the school's founder anyway. Incidentally, Father Henry, my church priest was the celebrant for today's Mass.

After school, I went over to Serangoon to play soccer for an hour or so, had to leave early at about 12pm because I had to go over to HTA and arrive by 2.45pm. Fine, whatever. But what pissed me off was the fact that I arrived there at 2.30pm and found to my horror that the bloody prize presentation was at 6.15pm! So instead of just collecting my prize in which doing so I had to 1) cut short on the fun I was having 2) Travel for and hour and a half by train and bus just to reach the stupid place and 3) Spend 2 hours doing my full uniform, I had to wait for 3 hours just so I could get my trophy in a 15minute prize presentation. Those 3 hours were spent watching competitors in the finals shoot via a video feed from the shooting range. I wouldn't have minded one bit if there were a team from my school shooting or if someone had come with me, but as it was, I was alone. Oh, yes. What made it worse was the fact that I was the only one from my school there, and I really had no purpose in being there other than to collect the trophy. While others screamed and cheered for their schools, I sat there rather mundanely, looking and feeling like an idiot.

In total the whole thing including transport time took a whopping seven plus hours. Left the house at 1pm and reached home at 8.30pm.What an absolutely daft way to waste away a fine Friday afternoon.