Just wanna say how proud I am of the Anglo-Chinese School (Independent) A Div Rugby and Tennis Teams. Obviously losing sucks, I know that sinking feeling all too well. But still that was one hella fight you put up, and the AC Spirit that rose up into the air from the pitch was immense. Nothing comes close.

Hope the supporters helped. All 30 of them in the front two rows. What I don't get, is how people can sit there being nonchalant, as if they're in a damn lecture, giggling, scratching, perfecting the art of looking bored, while ACS is fighting their hearts out on the pitch. And I don't get how you bermuda-clad children can don the yellow jersey and yet behave like primary school kids on their first excursion to the zoo. Whatever happened to supporting your damn seniors? You don't deserve to wear that shirt, really.

Now who's asking you to bawl like a baby when we lose, or mope around as if your entire detached world came crumbling down. All that is needed, is support. Look RJ's council is probably bigger than our entire cohort already, hence the last thing we need is ambivalence and apathy from ACSians who were called down to rally our teams on the pitch and on the courts to success. I'd rather you not be there than sitting there looking listless. I don't even understand rugby as much as I do other sports. But it's not about rugby, it's not so much about the individuals playing, although having your close friends play makes the event even more significant. The only thing that matters, to me, is that ACS (Independent) is out there sweating blood and we, on the sidelines have a duty to carry our school. It's ok if we don't win, but at least we could say we stood up to be counted and roused our comrades on the pitch.

Anyway you probably won't understand what I'm saying if you don't have it already. And if you're rollling your eyes, thinking that I am a crazed zealot who's getting all emotional and restless all over a mere school cup final which I'm not even a part of, then there's really not much to be said after all. The Year Sixes on the first and second row, especially those who came to the front to cheer, were awesome. And is it a coincidence that most of us down there were JS men? There's something imbued within us, as in the Year Sixes that actually cared, that I felt manifested itself louder than anything ra ra ra rafffles could ever do.

Too bad apathy was the only winner in the stands of the red blue gold that day.