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hmm i have noooo idea what to say about todays training. haha i guess today wasnt such a bad day for training after all. my cross shots were pretty ok la, but knncccb i miss that ONE freaking shot that demoralised me for the whole training haha. it was a one on zero shot with nigel sigh. i know this isnt the time to start thinking about all this, but i really question myself whether im good enough to take up the pressure of the competition, i have a million questions. am i good enough? will i dare to do the right thing? will i dodge my responsibility? will i live up to the pressure? some times, confidence isnt the only thing u need in a match, my fluctuating performance is just like _|_ grr.. i dont know anymore, its just TEN freaking days to the competitions openning match and yet im dogged by such retarded questions. i really really want to concentrate on the matches themselves, i really want to give my best, i really want to perform. sigh... i really want to play on the final day, for its going to be the first time i play in a finals, believe it or not. its only when u play in front of your very own supporters waving your very own school flag, playing the game u love so much, and playing opponents u respect so much that u really know what it is to live a life. its a one in the lifetime experience that i dont want to miss sigh. but i dont want to disappoint either, i dont want to go up there and lose it, i want to win i want to win i want to win. these trainings had brought me to the threshold of fatigue already, im numb to physical pain by now, i can take whatever that comes, but i cannot take it if we lose this freaking competition due to some lame shit reason.

ok enough about polo emo. haha that actually rhymes O.o ok, after training we went to forture for dinner, ( i fucking suggested prince but clement wanted forture ) and bloody hell we reached forture at like 815? and the food came at NINE O CLOCK?! wtf.. i freaking hate forture for that, and we played bloody lot of bridge haha, then there was this point of time when we were all freaking pissed with the uncle already, then wenyuan just FUCK ni la uncle damn loudly. omg, the reaction was instantaneous and super similar, it was looking away from wenyuan and covering their ear to express their innocence. haha.. but worse still, the uncle came and collect money IMMEDIATLY after the food was served, what the fuck? treat us like some thieves like that and fucking served their food 45min from the time we order. GRRRR its just damn pissing off. the uncle should seriously just fuck off and die la.

i realize how soon it will be, in maybe just 25 days time, the seniors will be playing their last official match of their lives already. i dont want to part with polo, ever, it will be kind of a mix feeling once this is over. if im going to die im going to die playing polo, maybe 70 years down the road when im 86 years old, i would take sleeping pills and jump into the water? haha i dunno. weird though, very little ppl get to die doing the things they love. bruce lee dint die fighting someone, he died in his sleep, maybe he liked sleeping. guess benjamin will die watching porn. and maybe nicholas will die sharpening. sigh chingto can die playing his com game, too excited then heart attack. davin die from eating too much XP and i dunno about others la. haha i realize the ending of polo season is making me nonsensical, no-link and super emo. i shall just stop blogging here in case i infect you with this stupid aura.




oh, reminder, as the clock struck 12 recently, its 9 days left.







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ironical isnt it? u dare, but i dont.