frisbee clinic
Man, the stupidity of one's own actions astounds even himself sometimes. Yes, talking about myself. As always. I can't believe i woke up at 5+ a.m. just to get to Bishan, for some frisbee clinic ( why clinic? I'm not sick. At least, not physically). And get the living daylights scared the hell out of me looking at the standard of our to-be competitors. Not to mention 3 hits to my nose. It ain't that big, i wonder why it presents itself as such an alluring target. You remember this RJ, this little guy here has a huge personal grudge against your whole school. Now i know who to injure "unintentionally" next week.
i guess no one expected a few short games to be tiring. This reflects badly on our stamina and speed of play. In terms of fitness, we may never win them. But hey, the rabbit didn't win the race. It is not impossible ( i'm being a little hopeful here, rather OOC) to beat them. Improbable, maybe, impossible, no way. My nose hurts, subsiding, but still hurts. Not as much as my pride. Till, i exact my revenge, i'm not letting up. With no one around to kiss my injury better, i guess that'll be the only way to soothe it.
I know it's gonna be
bombastic love so fantastic
where i'm completely yours
and you are mine...
remember [8:16 PM]
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