TwentyOne Wishes.
Roar. I hate it when my dad meddles with my lappy, he's erases my history and I've a hard time returning to websites I didn't bookmark previously.
The match yesterday was Bad, with a capital B. :(
After a two week break, my muscles really feel useless and my legs felt completely immobile. Response time was slow, and everything else was bad (passes, hands, angles)
We lost 7-5 so it wasn't a thrashing but I fucking let in the first touchdown.
I could find ten reasons/things to blame to make myself feel better for it but the one thing I cannot forgive myself is: I was caught in the position, which is not something I've never played before, so I should be doing what is expected of that position. But I didn't. I didn't pull my corners. Even if I did, I should have done so harder. But I didn't. I didn't make the correct-handed touches. I know I wasn't mentally switched on but nobody wanted to start either cos maybe they weren't psyched up yet, or maybe cos we were defending first. But neither was I and I knew that cost me. Argh, I'm so mad I cannot forgive myself. And I grazed my just-healed-knee again. I am going to buy vaseline.
If any consolation, I have awesome teammates who make up for my shit skills, thus the 7-5 loss.
Rushed home and grabbed my stuff to head down to P.unggol 24th Ave. Ultimate ulu-ness, it was at the end of the road, at the end of Singapore, just before the jetty. :\ Thank you Daddy, for sending me. We finished up decor and fruit hat making, bought more stuff (which we didn't use in the end)
Had Penguin dearest's 21st, Hawaiian style. (Hawaiian reminds me of Lilo & Stitch. Haha)
Plus a freaking expensive G.oodwood Park H.otel Durian Cake. I was telling S what people remember most about parties is the cake, so the $ was worthwhile, but he insisted otherwise. =(
Anyhoo, packed up after people started leaving (which took quite a long time) and drank a shot of Black Label on behalf of the Birthday girl getting saboed. Yup, and Black Label seriously sucks. The taste stayed in my mouth even after drinking fruit punch/orange juice.
All the way til we reached HK Cafe in East Coast, where my naicai+grass jelly tasted like Black Label the first few mouthfuls. EEEEEEEEEEEEWW.
And the HK Cafe reminds me of SEEEF. BESTIE I MISS YOU! Can't wait for you to end exams! (: Jiayou and Iloveyou!! :D
We're supposed to head down to JB for a day today. But guess not! :(
Boo!
Happy 21st, dear girl. (:
