series of unfortunate events today.fuck my left leg hurts now cos of stupid joseph/choy/whatever his name is i don't care. don't have to kick me till there's bleeding.
damn, full of cuts all over. but thats not the worst thing that happened during training.
I still recall the distinctive arc of the fence netting,with the wind blowing in my direction. i made a beautiful contact...one of the few i made on my off-form today. but NO, had to take away my moment of glory...LISTEN TO THIS. the ball bounced off the netting straight into the vital spot. i still remember. LEFT BALL. i couldn't breathe normally for quite a while and then it felt weird. then it started to rain. damn suay leh.
then we all had team bonding activities, and after many unsuccessful attempts at a few games we decided on captain's ball, using an american footballl. fun leh. the wilbert and wendy combination is totally unbeatable.
anyway, went to black canyon coffee after that. i still love the chicken cutlet.yumyum.
after PT this morning i realised a few things.
1. my stamina has decreased after exams
2. my stamina still relatively increased from the start of the year. (thanks softball! especially reggie for his time and advice on PT and stuff like that)
3. running to the tune of jingle bells helps. dunno. i think it takes my mind away from the pain from my ankles, as well as the little bit from my lungs. maybe i should go make insoles.
4. 10 rounds doesn't seem AS bad as it seemed at the start of the year. somehow i've become more willing to run. maybe it takes my mind off stuff and i can vent all my frustration on my legs.
haha, anyway Ms Lim (my tutor) called to tell me...ANDREW CHEONG's mum called. he's going to the same chinese tuition as me! haha! hello TUITION FRIEND (:
haha. alright, i'll stop pretending to be happy.
ok i don't know, i just feel like spilling my thoughts out right now. okay here it goes.
I don't think anybody knows the real me. how many of you know what i'm really like? heck you don't even know my favourite colour. and its not BLUE AND YELLOW. i don't know, the real me probably is the total opposite of what i am right now. sort of. except for the fact that i'm still a guy and i'm not gh3y.
alright, let me spill the real me. don't have to believe me though.
i am:
self-centered. (sometimes)
anti-social.
boring.
lonely.
weird.
crazy maybe?
screwed-up.
i don't think any of you would've guessed, but yes that is what i'd really be like, if i haven't been hiding behind a mask for 15 years.maybe its fear of rejection i don't really know and i don't really care either. just so i can get something off my chest finally, THERE.
now go laugh (: shit lo.