i am very tired.
i am no spring chicken!! omg just an hour's session of ivp touch and i DIED. like, seriously died. i think i need to think of ways to conserve energy on the field; it's either that i run around too much, or i am too greedy for the ball, or, and most probably, that i'm simply not match fit AT ALL. how disappointing. scoring tries against a poly team with no subs (nothing against polys btw) is no big achievement, although i must admit it's quite nice to hear the coach yelling from the sidelines 'nice one han na! well done!'; some sort of affirmation i haven't heard from a coach for quite some time now. NICE. it was nice to run, run and run more. i like.
ANYWAY.
ICG is finally over! yipee yay yay. sho tired!!! the ideals behind the whole thing is pretty positive, i believe- we interact with other PESS people we'd otherwise not have the chance to *ahem*, and make new friends in the process. but the positivities end there; pushing, shoving, rough play, kicking, spitting, fighting; hello future educators. winning is very important, i agree as a sportsman. but seriously. 'it's only ICG!' what bullshite.
i think doing work at the last minute work is perfectly fine- i'm guilty of that almost all the time, so i have no moral authority to pass judgement. but i believe that you still have to produce quality work. be more intelligent, please? if you can't.. DON'T DO LAST MINUTE WORK LA~!!! DAMMIT. le sigh.
i wana buy a nice black sports bag.
and a sushi belt.
and i wana smile and say hi next time. courage, please.
'act so fierce then actually so sissy'
and someone from PE said i look like hello kitty. what's worse is that this is not the first time. hello kitty doesn't have a mouth!!!!! BOOOOOOOOOOOO
