ha.

i'm plagued, once again, with another injury.

fuck this shit la.

just when i thought i was getting back into full swing, i had to go and strain my quadriceps.
BLOODY GENIOUS RIGHT.

'GOOD JOB' des would say.
'WELL DONE' jem would go.

yeah, behind all the sarcasm, and all the teasing, it fucking sucks.

it's a horrible feeling being knocked down time and time again.

i think karen, mui tee, reece and moon are damn sick of seeing me at the physio centre la.

i'm prob gonna get another scolding from karen tmr. she'll be like 'you deserve it' or some shit like that. i don't deny it. i do deserve it.

as a result of my stupidity, i'll prob have to miss my friendly on sat, and more importantly, my first match or the challenge cup season. FUCK. it was important to me. it mattered. not to mention me having to skip my only chance at SAJC cross country. sigh.

rest. rest. rest. ya im sick of that word. i've done enough bloody poetry to know that the usage of repitition is for the effect of emphasizing, amplifying, highlighting blah blah blah the importance and significane of the word. I GET IT.

i seriously wonder how long it'll take me to get back to my full strength. it's been 8 weeks of injury. or possibly 9. it's been so long that i can't even remember. what's another couple of week right? WRONG.

ugh.

my lord my god, why have you forsaken me?