It’s one week to finals and guess what I’ve been doing? Vaulting over whatever tables and chairs and lecture desks we come across in college, subsequently steadily adding to the number of black and blue sore spots on my limbs heh.
My latest one is the size of a 50 cents coin, stained a disturbing purple and green colour on my butt cheek. Which cheek I won’t say though =D
The only reason I’m typing this in the college computer lab is cause I’m due to meet with some Selangor state basketball scouts in about… 12 minutes, and I’m nervous to hell about it. Typing at least gives me something to do with my fingers, as opposed to having them unconsciously travel to my said bruised butt cheek for a quick massage.
I need to remember to breathe…
And of all times to be craving for a McD apple pie. I swear, my appetite comes to life at the worst possible hours.
Even if the thing with the scouts don’t work out, consequently spelling the end of my competitive basketball career, at least I’ll still have the dinner tonight with a few friends at Souled Out to look forward to =) It’s not the end of the world. Everything will be alright. 7 years of basketball training should account for something right??
Gotta go. Wish me luck!