i really need to work out.
monday morning's 7 rounds and then another 4 rounds after school during soccer [supposedly] pt was quite a bomb considering i hadnt moved around much since CTs started.. HAH. the situation was intensified on tuesday's pe when we were made to jump up steps, do launches [is that how you spell it?! or is it lunches. im sorry if everything of me is associated with food], some crunches, push-ups. and whatsoever. suzie did everything in a breeze. damn. DONT LIKE HER. while i stayed back for a lil longer and find muffin in a terrible state. she had muscle cramps. AGAIN. i shooved her complaints to the very fact that SHE IS TOO SKINNY. haha. anyway, this is roughly the content of our conversation:
me: how's your leg?
muffin: AHHHHH. in cramps again..
me: hah. told you launches are NOT easy.. especially since we havent exercised since cts..
muffin: [supplement with the typical look]OH YAR HOR..
[we talk some more cock first. then decide to head to canteen first]
[muffin tries to stand up from the bench]
me: come i help you lar.
muffin: AHHHHHHHHHHhhhhhh.... no need...
[we then approached the stairs..]
me: OOOOWOWWWW... pain pain pain!!
muffin: [giggles off] [takes her first step] AHHHHHhhhhhhhh.
oh yea. so anyway we took roughly a minute to get down by ONE storey... due to the muscle aching we were getting.. HAHA.
the day hadnt ended for me, at least. with soccer training at 5pm which i ONCE AGAIN WRONGLY REMEMBERED THE TIMING. GOSH. and i think now i know where my memory loss is from...
on a perfect breezy sunday night at home..
me: ma, tomorrow i won't be back for lunch hor.
ma: orh.
and i came home with my mom complaining that she bought my lunch...
on a less perfect monday night of the following day..
me: ma, tomorrow i'll be home late. i got soccer. K.
ma: ORH.
and i came home drenched from training [in the RAIN for about an hour]
ma: aye, i bought food for you.. why you never come home eat?
ME: -_-"
im totally glad i've got my dad to fetch me from school after soccer training or the people on the mrt would have stared at a very SOAKED [VERY] girls with muf spots on her shirt. even mr man, the coach, was at a loss of how to approach asking if we would want to continue training in the rain.. afterall, we wear bras but he don't it's quite obvious that many of us didnt prepare for a WET training with an exception to nicole who was announcing to the whole world she brought an extra set of undergarments. i shall leave the expression of mr man at that instant to your imagination. (:
and i finally got the team boots. FINALLY. i don't know if it was a good or bad news too... that the school team chosen FOR NOW might not be in the actual team. in a way, it motivates ALL to work hard and train hard. but, how will it impact those who did try to put in their best yet still fail to represent the school in competitions? im very afraid im one of them. :/
oh wells.
today's a really screechy day for me. *sighs.
i screeched when i spotted a worm clinging on my skirt while i was eating breakfast..[i last time i came across this worm, it was heading INTO my COLLAR] i INSTANTLY stood up and HOPPED as HARD as i could. sweet thought i screamed cause i dropped my biscuit. VERY FUNNY.
i screeched [but this time softly] when i saw pi sq. I HAVENT SEEN HIM IN AGES.
i screeched when he looked at my direction frequently.... *faints
i screeched AGAIN when H7 thought i went to the track to see mouse[he thinks i like him].. and...
i screeched EVEN LOUDER when he called me a liar after i explained i was there to find sweet.
im going to screech some more cause i actually am fond of H7. ARGGGH.
unfortunately, nothing in my head is going in chronological order so im going back to earlier in the day during lunch. RENU IS MAD. she ran SEVEN rounds under the bloody hot sun. HMMM. i realised i used the F word ALOT of times today.. plus alot more vulgarities. this is bad. im supposed to be sweet and nice....
AH-HAH. can you spot her?
in preparation of passing a childhood photo of me to the class... i dugged through all the photo albums and soon found myself engaged in take photos of photos. rather lame. but it's really helpful when you do NOT have a scanner at home. *nods head.
this is my mom. not me.
this is me. not my mom.
random picture of the day. some shit "art" my TWO brothers drew. theme: our impression of our sister AND I CERTAINLY DIDNT SAY MOM SUCKS OK.
All the sleepless nights;
and the tears you cry
at 7:07 PM
and the tears you cry
at 7:07 PM