Its really been an exhausting day. Really really really. School wasn't much out of the ordinary, except from Mr Gwee being really nice and canceled the ACCA Lab lesson. With much well deserved respect, we roared gweeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! when we saw him coming out of the elevator. And he smiled. Following that, we met a super guai lan lecturer(who lectures about sports) who insisted that by carrying in 2 tables into the sports hall during his class, we were disturbing the entire congregation of his Sports and wellness class. I guess he won't ever get married, but who am i to comment? I am, but a mere thorn in his sight, a piece of cow jerky in a slaughterhouse, the dirt he kicks on the floor. Nevertheless, I'll always remember how i wasn't ever under him: Mr thormas something. I still vividly remember my S&W teacher. He was a very nice guy, even though he enjoyed picking on me, ever since the first lesson that i showed up with fluffy hair.
Well, at the end of classes, at around roughly 3, my little gang went to the Ngee ann polytechnic sports hall, in hopes of training a bit of badminton before our BME badminton open, only to meet that goondo Mr thormas something. Refer to above for more information. Soon after, the even littleler gang decided that observing mr thomas something was going to be all that we could do. I must say, Mr thormas something isn't too bad a badminton player himself, but i still hate him. So the littleler gang left and hang around the basketball courts with cryve and his good friend denise(i used to think this name meant the niece, which didn't make sense).
After a little goodbyes and stuff, i went for BME badminton opens. My 3 important matches definitely was a very very big let down. I did some good on the line shots, and some really stupid Stupid stupid *&@^*#@&^#@*&^#@&^#%@&^ blunders. My mind, on the other hand was more consistent. It was almost as if i was falling asleep on the courts, literally. All in all, i enjoyed the practice i played with Jonathan a lot(hes so really good man! I almost can't keep up, but nvm) and the deeper understanding i have of H1 class a bit.
Results: Win 1, lose 2.
And please pray for my knee. Its really pain. An old injury that shows its anger at the most crucial times.
Ok my friends, it is here i bid u a farewell.Hope you guys love your life lots and make your life a happy life. Good night!
