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hihi, so tired today, after basketball training lol. sec3 seniors lah, alamak. anyway, yesterday dilys came to my TLL class for replacement and we were having oral presentation. gyyaaah... gawd, it was horrid man. nicholas tan, he talked about soccer as he is one avid fan of it. (duh) wahahaha. anyway, let's get back to the basketball training today. IT WAS TIRING. seriously i wonder how you school team de survive for like what, 5 and a half hours on friday. today was four hours. we had to do four sets of 50 each of medicine ball(the freaking 3kg ball that i simply hate cause it is so damn heavy. ahahahahahahaahha) chest pass, turn-left-turn-right pass( just that today that pass was different lol. then make us do like something else instead. like the other person go left then you go left instead of you go right, i go left that sort of thing. you guys wouldn't understand anyway, me talking basketball language. haha. ) and up-down-pass. that one. then we had to do other weird stuff like crab walk, BLAH. we also did pivoting which is one heck of a stupid thing unless we didn't have to shout "ball ball" which is so darn stupid. but no one did anyway. unlike the other time with the other seniors. natascha shouted the loudest. then the others were soft, except the sec4s, then dwindled with the sec3s, then with the sec2s, and disappeared totally with the sec1s. =D it was silly. -.- anyway, it was so darn tiring. then we had to do that hand thingy, from one side to the other, i scratched my leg accidentally a lot of times lah(who wants to do it on purpose anyway, unless you are some psychotic freak). anyway, we could barely walk down the stairs during the first break. gawd, i can't stand suicide. it is suicide. hahaha. name fits the thing absolutely. but we also played some games like freeze and melt. hahaha. then annabell and nadiah were the catchers. i was so damn tired. hahahaha. then the sec3s ask us play match against each other. loser penalty. the first penalty was 10 pumping. the floor was so darn freaking hot. the second time was suicide. from starting to penalty line, then go back then to half court line, then back. SUICIDE.. man, so true. gawd. so tired now. oooh, i smell something good. tata, be back later, i'm off to eat something peanuty! =P
Never coming home.