I love scrabble! And I'm quite good at it too…or so I thought! When the chance to represent my dept. for the inter-dept’s scrabble competition arises, I jumped at the offer. Since I haven’t played for quite sometime, I decided to practice a bit a home. But after losing so spectacularly to my dearest for the 3rd time in a row…WTF…I’ve decided to bail out. Why? Because I only play to win!!
Don’t get me wrong, I’m not a sore loser (*read bull crap*) but there is a big difference between competing hoping to win with competing knowing that you have a chance to win!!
Just like how Harry Potter said in the chapter "Horcruxes" in Half Blood Prince, "There is a difference between being dragged into a fighting arena to face a battle to the death, and walking into the arena with the head held high."
Over-anal eih? Well who cares anyway. It’s keeping my mental in check so I’m going to practice religiously for the next 1 year in time for next year’s competition!!!
But right now let me just sit quietly under the table drowning in my sorrow for losing, munching away a carrot stick. Mak trauma tau…..i’ll never get over it…
Welcome to paradise....
