for the first time in a looong while, i sprained my ankle. i'd rather not go into details here, because i'm learning to take a chill pill now and then. and i understand that going into a mindless rant will just make me even more frustrated eventually that i spent time actually writing CRAP.
had a calorie-busting weekend; saturday saw 6 people from PESS (including me la) out to casually win the streetchallenge handball competition. sunday was rugby tournament at NUS where they had a rather dubious try area- my right thigh is colourful from all the scratches. today we had rugby module carnival. hence the sprained ankle.
perhaps if my muscles weren't as fatigued as they are, i might not have been injured. but then again, when two people zoom in on you and close you down, how to avoid injury? Olympism, please. nehhhhhhhhhmind.
another bitter taste in the mouth; can we just get this over and done with. only the person in question does not UNDERSTAND what's wrong. talk about teaching a pig to sing. sheesh.
sprained ankle how to go down for ivp? just as i was telling myself to commit. really!!!
