many are called but few are chosen.

today was depressing. i learnt that everything i've sacrificed, everything i've fought for, everything i've loved, all the effort i've put in, all amount to nothing.

it hurts to know that i already suck at the game. that's fine, at least i've been trying; one step at a time. it hurts even more to know that my shoulder got owned by badminton. like what the heck?! BADMINTON. thanks a lot. there's goes my police cup(that's if i even had a chance la).

i have never represented my school for any official tournaments or matches. the most i've ever played are friendlies(ACS(I), Greenridge[which doesn't really count since they share our pitch anyway]) and alumni matches(fighting alongside the lao jiao doesn't count, cos we[khalis, kevin and myself] got sucked into the lao jiao team and we ended up playing against the j2s, which was pretty weird.

so today. yes today. today was stupid. was reaching out for a shot that i couldn't reach and then BANG! it happened. my classmates called mr kwok. he tried really hard to get it in but it just wouldn't. it just wouldn't. so mrs wee called for an ambulance. and they put me on one of their wheelie stretchers and in i go. halfway there, the nurse asks if it hurt and i said, "yeah. hell yeah." so she took a blanket to put underneath my arm and tilted my arm a lil and CRACK! it went back in. the *&%^ing shoulder went back in! $^%#! ^&*%! %^(&! why only then! why not earlier. to cut the long story short. i had to pay $90 for the ambulance, x-ray and medication. ^*&%!

sad, isn't it?