We won the first match of the season and in all honesty I played like *beep*. I have to restrain myself from loads of stuff now, spewing vulgarities to ease the frustration being one of them. On the whole we are so much better than what we were today, but I guess there's some getting used to to be done. And I feel disastrously cold and weak. And I don't know why I feel so.. Uncomfortable. Part of me wants to burst into tears and let it out. The other part of me doesn't allow myself to. Have to hold myself back before I get blown away.
Ok, now and then, I will leave all the negativity to the last paragraph and look towards the match tomorrow. Will kill people like I do during training. Boom boom boom boom kill. Blow their heads off, determination in the eyes, heart light and set, mind concentrated and agile, body fast and swift, soul in uhhh .. the place it is supposed to be. Feel better already.
"Get your *beeping*timing right Zhi Xin!*
So crucial. The crux! Ah it's the crux ok I'm just dredging some word from Biology. I want it I want it I want it. Get my head in the game! Passion! Where I belong! I did not train 3 years just to *beeping* waste the school's money for registration fees!
:D I feel motivated. Sweet dreams tonight.
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Saw Cherie Bok and went home with her from Kembangan station. Didn't see Surong. The small boy I see in the morning sometimes is from GMSS volleyball! Oh my goodness very cute :D We knew each other was from volleyball when we both got out of the bus. He wearing his jersey and me carrying the ball. Bet both of us were wondering where each of us was heading to. So we walked the same path, crossed the same roads, passed the same tennis courts and into the same lift!
Me: Which floor?
Boy: Xth.
Me: Just came back from East zones?
Boy: (Thinks for awhile) Yeah.
Me: Oh, who did you all play against? Hai Sing?
Boy: (Thinks for awhile) Saint.. Saint.. Saint.. Andrews'.
Me: (I thought to myself, there's no St Andrews!) St Andrew's has a team?
Boy: (Thinks for awhile) Er.. Yeah. Yeah should have.
Me: You mean St Hilda's.
Boy: (Something probably clicked in his brain) YEAH! Yeah St Hilda's.
Me: Oh you got match tomorrow?
Boy: (Thinks for awhile) Mm.
Me: Good luck then!
Boy: (Thinks for awhile) Thanks!
And he got out of the lift.
I think he's Secondary one. And he likes to think for about 2 seconds before replying. So funny :D And I just saw the insides of Xiaxue's nose. My mother was covering her eyes because she was eating. Now I feel squeamish. I should sleep now to rest for tomorrow.
NO MORE *BEEPING* LOUSY FORM FROM ME.
