I am suppose to be in school now waiting for touch rugby training. But no, I am at home with my air con at full blast, listening to music. Someone slap me please. I already screw up last training because of my stupid knee so shouldn’t I be making it up this training? RAH. On tuesday’s training, my left knee suddenly ached badly(I think due to the cold weather), so I ended up sitting in the sheltered area LOOKING at them train in the rain. I felt so horrible but still I continued sitting there, how ironic.

So now I feel really bad for not turning up for training today, absolutely no self-discipline. Tsk tsk… But another part of me says fuck it alright. There are people skipping this thursday training too. So yup, the devil got the better of me and being at home right now typing this entry says it all. And yes, there are really people skipping today’s training because tuesday was too damn bloody tiring. Xuan has got the red spots all over her legs and arms, I think due to the mud and we are skipping it together with some people.

So I told Xuan that we must turn up for both days training next week if not we really suck. SUCK! RAH. Sounds like I am confessing. But honestly speaking, I think this kinda attitude really suck and shouldn’t be shown, at all, AT ALL. bleah..

So anyway, I went for choir audition yesterday just to try out. And it turned out that the instructor knows Ms Khor Ai Ming who used to be my choir instructor. So we chatted for a while before he started to test my range and my pitching. And it turned out that I still can sing alto and soprano 2. Phew… At first I was rather pessimistic about my choir voice since it has been resting for months, but the comments by the instructor about my voice was all very good. WOOT. ((((:  After the audition, the choir commitee peeps organised this game called scavenger hunt. I hate this kinda lame game… So I decided to leave half way since I wanted to get a haircut and go to the bank.

Talking about self-discipline in one of the earlier paragraphs, initially I told myself that I shan’t cut my hair anymore because I look like a bung. But my hair is really getting out of control like some wild bushes and it looks really weird(according to one of my touch rugby friend) and, I can’t the heat anymore so I ended up walking in the hairsalon, and out of it with a new hairdo. So where’s the self-discipline???????? Haiz.. How disappointing. HAHA.