still lickin' my paws

bad. desperate. mad. upset.

Sunday, April 27, 2008

soccer match on saturday was almost a killer. and it was only against HCJC.. yes.. though we did won, it was a really tough fight. most attributed it to our team not being in the best shape for that game.. considering these factors:

our pro tackling winger became a benchwarmer because she sprained her leg at the last game.
we had TRAINING on friday.. not very tough.. but enough to let us feel the sores.
it drizzled then sun-ed. and then the wind blew. it was cold and hot.. terrible. i almost shivered. literally. in fact i was TOTALLY wet at the end of the match.
my toe was swollen.. or maybe i should put it as MY TOENAIL IS DROPPING AGAIN.--this is a rather huge hint to EVERYONE that they should STOP STEPPING ON MY FEET. OR MY SHIN.--like oh my gawd.. look at all the blue-blacks on my legs..
it was my 3rd third day or so with the flu. i vividly recall that i woke up to a bad headache from the blocked nose and even blew yellow mucous. ewww. bad. but anyway i still played the full game by restraining the symptoms with 2 panadols.
mr man made us warm up longer than usual. though it really ensured that no one cramped like they did the last game.. it seem to have proven to exhaust us abit.

im so pissed because i knew i could have done better. but what was stopping me from performing as well as the first match? is it the drizzle? is it the sun? is it the breathless-ness or is it just me? i missed so many potential tacklings and almost got a yellow card. so many reckless foul throw-ins and that stupid mistake of recieving the goalkick inside the penalty box. this sucks. totally. i desperately need to get well soon and prove to myself that that wasnt me. i am very angry with that person who couldnt focus herself on the field... SHUT UP.

*coughs. *ouch* my stomach hurts. and i don't know why. and i vomited my lunch out soon after when my tummy became cold.. mummy says it's gastric flu. hmmm. never gotten that before. what's that? anyway, it better be negative man.. there's a match tomorrow against SRJC. that idiotic postponed match from last saturday. then one day rest and wednesday's match again against SAJC the even more pro team than HCJC. our coach even mentioned that even EPL don't get as tight as a schedule as us,i.e. THREE MATCHES IN A WEEK. sat-mon-wed ~~DIEEEEEEE~~ choi la. is.. JIA YOUs.

chem lecture test tomorrow and i don't think im prepared for it and neither do i show traits that i care. saturday was a killer when i had to rush back to school for GP remedial at 11am when my match ends at 10am at VJC which is at EAST COAST. my TIC just refuses to give me an excuse letter.. and i must have been really blur..

SHE: you have remedial in school right?

me: *nods

SHE: then are you going back now? *she turns around her picks her stuff up and looks back at me*

doesnt that senario make you think that she's gonna be a kind soul and give me a ride back to school? NO WAY. SHE TOOK THE SCHOOL BUS THERE WITH US. DAMN IT. things proved a little better with my optimism[at my best] when i realised there was j1s going back too and there was a direct bus. HENG ARH.

alright. thanks for the "jiayous". you all too. and hopefully you arent sick or in the process of one. and don't be like me.

All the sleepless nights;
and the tears you cry
at 10:09 PM