Thursday, November 09, 2006

yesterday, played badminton with dexter remy jolina abby natazsha. well, abby and natazsha didn't play. natazsha was mostly watching the little boys in tights do gymnastics. abby was laughing and laughing. she laughed so much i hit a shuttle at her. it hit her shoulder, she screamed, and fell down. she laughed so much this coach gave her a dirty look.

we played a lot, around 3 and a half hours. dexter and remy came after training, but dexter didn't seem to be tired at all. the benefits of having a commando's physique. remy learned to smash. everyone played a lot of drop shots. remy got hit a lot (by me). what? i didn't do it on PURPOSE. me and dexter had a couple of one-on-one matches.

so after that we went to the food junction to eat. we saw this lady with like, double d's on the escalator. you know, double d's? think sizes. so anyway we found a seat, and the lady with the double d's sat down at the table behind ours. we got our food, and she ordered hers. when we were eating she got more food. then when we finished she went and got more food, AGAIN. damn, no wonder she's got them double d's. maybe its in her genes, all her fat goes to.. her boobies.

so yeah, that was yesterday. today i woke up with aches all over. especially my ass. speaking of which, i think my ass has shrunk, but that's just me. i went to school to train the sjab. they were pretty good. couple guys got their heads ripped off by coach for pointing their rifles where they weren't supposed to point them. oh well, happens all the time.

then after that me and abel went to j8 to look for jeans. didn't find any, so we went to eat. food junction again. didn't see the double d lady though.

went to safra after that. i must've been crazy. i couldn't even walk properly, my sore ass was affecting my movement. and my arms were weak. i went there and my shots were all over the place. cuz i didn't have my full suit (coach was helping me repair my pants). i tried shooting with my jacket, but it felt really weird without my pants. so i ditched the jacket and shot without it, but they were worse. coach victor, i think that's his name, lent me one of the saint pat's suits, belonged to a guy called mark. black marksman house (korean) suit. looked damn sexy, but it was really soft. the pants were very slim too, and too long. well the whole thing was too big. so i shot okay for a while, but after that, like shit again. guess i wasn't meant to shoot today.

i went home, we had this bible study (sort of, we were doing the 40 days of purpose thing). someone ordered pizza, i think i ate like half a kilo. so after that, an hour and a half of discussion. i slept through all of it, almost literally. then after that i was left at home with 4 annoying girls, while my mom went downstairs to TALK. thanks, mom. they irritated the fucking shit out of me, i couldn't stand it, so i went downstairs. came up, they were still here. well shit, just my luck. they just left, thank God.

speaking of thanking God, on the bus back, i was thanking Him for a lot of things. my mom, my ipod, music in general, rain, things like that. it was really random, but i feel happier now (i'm suddenly in a thankful mood again).

9:25 PM N