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Thursday, October 13

t.o.w. closed games and bladders

The world works in wonderous ways.

I got my first ever closed game while sick, albeit the score being ludicrously low, I'm still quite happy. Ya k, here it is.

X 0/ 6/ 6/ 0/ X 8/ X X 9/9

The first 5 frames were cock. Like the shit 0-spares that I got. But never mind, it was a pretty good game given the 8 week hiatus. Haha. The other games were not that bad. 178, 137 and 190! Makes for an average of 164. Way above my norm, but I'm happy. Maybe this is the new norm. Heh. What shit.

Anyway. Training was bad. My fingers are sore and my joints are cranky. It doesnt help that I fear I may have thumb cancer cos' theres this great big lump on the side of my right thumb. We haven't been training for so long, we all felt like shit after like 10 throws? Haha. Especially the sickly me who had to blow my nose after every throw. I think the resin powder provided no solace.

My thumb hurts quite badly.

My fingers are throbbing.

My right arm is flailing.

My nose is red.

But I'm a happy fool.

I think its shit how the post-promos schedule has been organised. They put the mass lessons like maths and pee wee waay into the afternoon and shit lessons like CLAO and AEP that not everyone takes in midday. All the more reason to pon. Just like today. Muaha.

Tomorrow we are getting back Econs. While I'm eagerly anticipating the results, I'm dreading the day of definition. ARGH.

Ok. Anyway. The funniest thing happened yesterday. I was waiting at the bloody taxi stand for a cab at the mrt station yesterday but to no avail. I also needed to pee very badly but I did not want to give up my first place in the queue to a smelly fat aunty. As most guys and some girls will know, prancing about like a 2 year old has a subduing effect over your imminent pee. But today, prancing about did not seem to elevate the situation probably because I drank like a whole bottle of water before that. I then realised I needed to walk about. However, given the steric dimensional restrictions of the taxi queue, I did not have much space to move about. As a result, I had to walk around and around my bowling bag with a bit of a twist and spring in my step so that I looked like I was trying to have fun looking like a ditz while waiting instead of looking like a dweeb. Quite fun. Everyone should try it sometime. I had to stop the pee-dance halfway because I realised the HC netball team was also in the queue.

Thank god the cab came soon enough.
kenn thwacked an asshat munchkin' at 1:25 PM