Showing posts with label pool. Show all posts
Showing posts with label pool. Show all posts

Tuesday, March 24, 2009

Get Myself Together.

Yesterday at training (we were concluding what a closet bimbo V is) :
J : "What's the fastest way to drown a blonde Val?"
P: "I know! I read it somewhere, put a mirror at the end of the pool!"
V: "Huh, I would have said, 'in a pool of nutella!' (in a very very excited tone)"


Today at training:
Coach: "Looks like you need to strengthen your fingers instead. Next time before training you must tape up both your thumbs."
Me: "Ok I shall SMS more! Thumb strengthening."

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The itouch is here, so surreal to finally own one but I'm honestly willing to let it go(:
It's completely sealed with the shrink wrap and makes it more difficult but I've left it safely tucked in a corner of my shelf so I won't touch it (NOR LET ANYONE TOUCH IT!) Haha

School yesterday was so bad. :( As always I skipped my 830 lecture, but woke up earlier than normal so I took my time. Left for school and reached the LT realising I left my file behind :( It was a 2-hr lecture. So I retraced my steps to hall and back to the LT again. :( I probably also killed  90% of my brain cells thinking about whether I should get the Touch or not, so much til I ended up with a headache. (BIG JOKE) Then I wasted my 6hr break before training doing nothing.

BUT but but training last night was fun despite being extremely tiring :( Pool training drains your energy without you knowing but we acted like 5 yr olds brought to the pool for the first time.
Training today was more verbal than physical but we learnt lots nonetheless(: We were itching to play games so we drew out imaginary boundaries for a 5v5 game at the end but the lights went out on the first tap-to-go. We started playing in the dark, dropping every ball thrown before we were called in to take a picture with the guest coach. (AL! He wore his specs so cannot see his pretty eyes :( )

Mac for dinner. :( The company was great, but the food (and calorie count) was scary. :(


One last conversation to wrap up this post:

M: I'm not a bitch.
P: Yeah, you're just a mitch. (Male Bitch)
M: WTF!?

OK everybody should be studying and not reading this. 

"There's so much more than empty conversations filled with empty words."