Wednesday, November 14, 2007

1. thanks to my itchy hands the night before which kept picking at a whitehead, it erupted into a fucking big pimple which was bloody disgusting.
2. found out that i had to pass up the maths tutorial on Friday, which i havent even touched since who knows when.
3. ponned old man [which wasnt that bad], and went to play street soccer with Madeleine, Sian Tzu, Lucie and Anabel. which made me sweat like a pig and left me feeling sticky/oily/smelly/damp the whole day until i went home to change.
4. had to wait for 2 hrs before training with Hui Ting and we both emo-ed together at the grandstand.
5. the bloody sun was fucking scorching hot.
6. out of the 4 soccer girls in my group that i contact abt trainings, only 1 turned up.
7. couldnt even run 4 pathetic rounds during training, dont ask me why.
8. some fucking insect bit me on the wrist in the field.
9. out of the 5 goals i attempted to score, i missed 3.
10. felt like vomitting throughout, had no mood to fight for the ball.
11. couldnt kick fucking high balls.
12. training wasnt that tough yesterday, but yet i felt sore all over when training ended and had to walk at a snail's pace, like an invalid.
13. the blisters frm Saturday got aggravated by socks rubbing against it and both my feet are covered with raw blisters.
14. my skin is starting to peel.
15. the lightbulb in my room blew and had to live in darkness.
16. there will be training on Thursday and had to cancel lunch with the Berd and he cant make it today cos he has training. and on Friday there's training again.
17. 6000 Bucks rejected me.

HAHA NO LAH THE LAST ONE IS A FAKE. see whether you ppl paying attention or not. but those who did, kana shocked right?? heh heh heh. i havent even seen 6000 Bucks in 1 week, i've already forgotten how he looks like.

and and, i know half of the points on the list is irrelevant, so?? i like to find fault can?! lao niang in a bad mood ok.

anyway, i learnt 2 lessons yesterday. when running/training under the hot sun, do not

1. try to catch up with Madeleine Lim cos i'll just feel breathless after the 1st round. i tell you, her jog = run, run = stride, stride = sprint, and sprint = what, fly ah?? not surprising, since she's a *ahem* godsent angel like Jia Yu insists.
2. wear my dark blue oversized jersey. it is, i swear, like one fucking solar panel ok.

i still dont understand why everyone felt so tired out during training yesterday. it wasnt very tough, the coach wasnt mean. in fact, the coach is rather nice and patient. but then again, it is only the 1st training. we have yet to see his true colours. :s but Jia Yu was a meanie and called him Muthu Curry behind his back. tsk tsk.

for me, maybe it was the sun. maybe it was the stupid jersey. maybe i just didnt have the mood. maybe i'm just finding excuses. but anyway, i am right. Tuesdays ARE hot and long and draggy.

and the worst thing is, we'd be having trainings on Tuesdays and Thursdays.

i dont want to have trainings on Tuesdays and Thursdays, because i hate all days starting with T. i dont want to start trainings at 3, when the sun is literally like a fireball. i dont want to wear shin guards.

but then, life isnt always about wants, isnt it? it's about a need to. we need to have trainings on Tuesdays and Thursdays even if i hate all days starting with T cos that's only when the coach can make it. we need to start trainings at 3 cos the touch rug ppl will be using the field at 5. i need to wear shin guards to protect my shins and prepare for matches.

sighs.

ok on a happier note, it was my dearest Chewy Chewy Chewww Nuts' birthday yesterday too!

let's see. we have been friends for about 3 yrs already. time really flies. it seems only yesterday that she sat next to me in sec 2. thanks Chewww, for being so supportive and everything. for tolerating my whining/complaining/bullying/brooding/2004 depression yr/teenage angst yrs without [much] complaining. for trying to convince me that it is FG's loss. for being my closest friend.

i hope you enjoyed your special day. :) and dont worry about those ppl who dont appreciate you, it is their loss, not yours.

P.S. eh do the Indian dance again leh. HAHA.

Zhoue Jie Lun's Wo Bu Pei is damn nice and emo. emo emo emo. sad case.

I tried to discover

A little something to make me sweeter

Oh baby refrain

From breaking my heart.