Hmmm...
Competition....was ok I guess...[at the very least I now know the capacities of other teams]
it was like nuts.....just 10-20 points below standard Sea game or olympic scores....
That's what Hwa Chong RJ and NJ are capable of......[T_T]
This means much more serious training..
No more cross-firing....
Poking less fun....
A new glove...[100 bucks of investment...means 100 bucks of saving =p...]
Better routine....
More focus...
Breathing & stability
and a more positive attitude.......
W00t....what alot of work to do..
Here it comes....[the first big one....]
Close my eyes....
Let the whole thing pass me by...
Bloody frustration...
Face to face again
this is not good.....
no....[definitely not good]
This feeling so seriously....[Sucks]
I am helpless to resist..........
[persisting in an endless spiralling twirling suffocation of inadequacy]
Ugh....how am I supposed to fix any of this shit....
*cue Ode to Joy*
Let's get down to it...then....[Shall we?..]
Aye, Me, Myself and I.....
Self
30/12/1987
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