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Monday, November 26, 2007 || 4:54 PM
Bahh, I think I sleep too much.
I slept at 10.30pm yesterday, and set my alarm clock to 8am this morning so that I could use the computer for a while before I move off for training, but I shut it up when it hit 8 today, struggled to get up, gave up and carried on sleeping for 20 minutes, struggled to get up again, gave up and carried on sleeping for another 20 minutes, struggled for the third time, and slapped myself silly and forcing myself out.
What a pig.
Anyway, training was seriously bad. Supposed to shoot 120 shots today. I hate the phenomenon of my arm going haywire when the pellet is like screaming in the barrel of my gun, "Oi! Get me out of here, you moron!". And 'Bang!', the pellet goes flying, and hits the white area of the card. The pellet then celebrates its freedom by bouncing up and down on the floor, and in a way saying, "You suck!".
Oh, and did I mention how I went on ranting about Man. United losing the game against Bolton in the middle of shooting? Esmond was silently laughing away at this. Bahh, Arsenal fans. ):
Weather was horrible after training was done. It seemed to be raining for the first time in all living history, considering how much water output from the skies to the ground, where we stand and dance and talk and laugh.
I was the only one who didn't have an umbrella, so the rest of the guys told me to borrow one from the office. Told Mr Robert Yeo that I would return it in about 2 hours, because we were just heading to Parkway for lunch. Was deciding to pass it to Daniel who was coming back to school for OGL training later when Mr Robert Yeo took out some book and asked me to sign my name on it.
Bahh. I had to give the umbrella back myself then.
On the way to Parkway, the rain become lighter and lighter. By the time we finished our meal at Parkway, nothing came down from the clouds.
What the hell? I could have sworn that Singapore was turning into a swimming pool any minute just about 45 minutes ago.
Ahh. Went back to school to put the umbrella back down and practiced a bit of piano, considering how much I suck at it.
Bahh.
