Air-conditioner blowing directly at me and apple in hand, I'm sitting in front of my laptop thinking, Starsailor's Four to the Floor playing.
Michael keeps trying to talk to me despite my futile attempts at ignoring him.
These few days haven't exactly been the best time of my life. We lost to the undeserving Saints in both Rugby and Hockey, I couldn't turn up for Saturday's training due to unforeseen circumstances, I couldn't last half an hour in school today, and now I am bleeding. My face is blotchy, my throat is sore, my arms are scarred and my heart hurts.
I have emotional constipation and I am in desperate need of a carthasis. But to whom should I purge my feelings to?
Shakespeare?
Here's an emo picture to go along with my sad, sad life:
And the worst part? I have a finale to play tomorrow. I won't use the word 'final' because then it would be a lie. A 'final' is for two teams to play for the Champion's trophy. What I am playing for tomorrow, is third place - slightly lesser shame than fourth.
I don't feel well, yet I have a game tomorrow.
Much as I hate this mindset of mine, I won't be playing for glory tomorrow, simply because there is none. I will be playing for pride and the pain of losing. I can't say that we can't beat NJ, because we did trash them 4-0 at the qualifying stage. But there is this underlying fear of losing in me. It hurt so much to lose at our semi-finals. It would undoubtedly hurt more to lose our last match of the season.
I don't know what to think, and how to approach the game.
I can't think of anything that would cheer me up now, except for another chance to play my semi-finals. But I should face it, second chances don't come easy, and this time not a speck of it would even appear.
I should pick myself up and move on. Captain, vice-captain, or just a team player, the loss is the same.
Jedi just cheered me up. He said he was as cute as his three-year-old sister. That joker sure knows how to lie. =.)
I am not looking forward to the Bintan CCAL trip. While some of my classmates will be having sophisticated fun in the UK Literature Trip, I'll be Literally rotting in the third world, leading my simple life.
Society needs an improvement.
And his name is Kaleni.
Can you imagine that guy in Bintan? Can you imagine him sweating it out in the wilderness?
If money could buy anything, I'd buy a new life. But first, I need to marry that teenage tycoon.
Biggest joke of mankind:
