Anger is deep within me
Anger is what I want to hear
Anger drives me crazy
Anger is what turns me on
Anger wants to kill me
Anger is what makes me mad
Anger inside me
Needs to stop
Where did it come from?
Will it ever stop?
My anger is uncontrollable
Anger lashes out at innocent victims
But, why, where, who, what-
Brought me so much anger?
Everything makes more anger in me
Life's full of pain...
Is there ever gonna be an ending?
Friday, November 9, 2007
Wednesday, November 7, 2007
Not again...!
Another injury to add to my fast growing list...Thank God it's not THAT serious as the previous one,nor as painful. This was sustained during a pre-match training session,when the girls were just randomly whacking shots at me. And I have to dance around them,blocking and kicking,when suddenly a hard shot came,and I used the left side of my right calf to block it,and instead of the usual loud "pock" of ball hitting plastic,there was this soft "thup",and there was an accompanying unbearable pain that quickly took control of my entire leg. In just a second,I was doubled over,clutching the fast-numbing leg with tears streaming down my face. Fuck. I looked like some soft sissy,but hey,it was bone-splitting ache okay!
Curses came later when I realised the gear wasn't padded up properly and was loose at one side,exposing just the right amount of leg to the ball. And how nice and accurate the shot was to hit right at the vulnerable spot. Ugh,Murphy's Law working hard again...I then remembered it was Mr Seet who helped me with the padding up just now,damn,but it's also my fault for not checking whether it was secured properly. So for the next hour or so,I had to bear with the pain of having the kickers,securely and firmly tightened,pressing fucking hard against my already swelling blue-black leg. Yeah,and run around with it,when I can hardly move with something so tightly pressed against the swell! It hurts,every step just made me tear,but what can I do? Bear with it and play on. *sighs*
One leg's healed and the other gets injured...taking turns eh?
Curses came later when I realised the gear wasn't padded up properly and was loose at one side,exposing just the right amount of leg to the ball. And how nice and accurate the shot was to hit right at the vulnerable spot. Ugh,Murphy's Law working hard again...I then remembered it was Mr Seet who helped me with the padding up just now,damn,but it's also my fault for not checking whether it was secured properly. So for the next hour or so,I had to bear with the pain of having the kickers,securely and firmly tightened,pressing fucking hard against my already swelling blue-black leg. Yeah,and run around with it,when I can hardly move with something so tightly pressed against the swell! It hurts,every step just made me tear,but what can I do? Bear with it and play on. *sighs*
One leg's healed and the other gets injured...taking turns eh?
Sunday, November 4, 2007
Uh...excuse me?
Yes yes,life is never fair. I'm so going to sound like some ole complaining shit,forever nagging on societal woes. But alas! I cannot ignore it! It's so prevalent,it's making me cringe in pent-up anger and frustration whenever I think of it...Humph.
It's going to sound really disrespectful-especially in such a conservative society where the aged is valued beyond imagination,and where filial piety and love for the "zhang bei" forms the core of traditional ideals. To disrespect or show any signs of impatience towards this greying group of people is openly asking for trouble:Hushed murmurs,discreet finger-pointing,open head-shaking and loud tsk-tsking. But sometimes they ought to look on our side of the story and realise why we were impatient in the first place. Just take today's swim for example. More than half the Olympic sized pool is "cordoned" off to allow NON-registered(what the hell...?!) swimming lessons for pesky,sniffling kiddos,leaving behind a few measly lanes for the rest of the public. I got one lane right at the corner,and was doing my timed laps when suddenly two species of the greing population just appeared in my lane,right in front of me. Apparently they swam over from their own lanes(for what reason I don't know...a lane is just a lane...was mine prettier or something?) and swam at a pace so slow it can make a sloth cry. And they were in front of me...me with the watch ticking. And the lane which they came from just kept screaming,"EMPTY!" Okay fine. So I tried overtaking them(which affected my timings quite badly),but just as I passed them,I could see them giving the evil eye,while shaking their silvered heads at me in disappointment. It's as if they were saying,"Young people nowadays..." WHAT do you want me to do?! Swim behind you?! The sloth would have died from lack of tears,I tell you!
That reminds me of another incident(which is becoming much more common nowadays) on the overhead bridge leading to East Coast Park. This is the dreaded connection where we do our deadly intervals-6X1.65km-with killer timings to hit. And just at our most shag moment,the one right after whacking the Everest-like slope,we see a strong formation of silver-headed troops marching at a speed which can make a snail hang its head(if it even has one!)in defeat. And they are trudging four abreast,so it's absolutely impossible to squeeze past them without having to brush past them,inviting angry responses. Mostly we yell,"Excuse me!" but all the same,still get returned with dirty stares and snide mutterings,just because we sound impatient and rude.But hey,we are doing killer timed intervals man,do we have a choice? I mean,what do you want us to do? Push you down and go,"Whoops sorry Pops! Didn't see you there!"? Now that you hear the other side,life is unfair for us,don't you think?*shakes her head*
It's going to sound really disrespectful-especially in such a conservative society where the aged is valued beyond imagination,and where filial piety and love for the "zhang bei" forms the core of traditional ideals. To disrespect or show any signs of impatience towards this greying group of people is openly asking for trouble:Hushed murmurs,discreet finger-pointing,open head-shaking and loud tsk-tsking. But sometimes they ought to look on our side of the story and realise why we were impatient in the first place. Just take today's swim for example. More than half the Olympic sized pool is "cordoned" off to allow NON-registered(what the hell...?!) swimming lessons for pesky,sniffling kiddos,leaving behind a few measly lanes for the rest of the public. I got one lane right at the corner,and was doing my timed laps when suddenly two species of the greing population just appeared in my lane,right in front of me. Apparently they swam over from their own lanes(for what reason I don't know...a lane is just a lane...was mine prettier or something?) and swam at a pace so slow it can make a sloth cry. And they were in front of me...me with the watch ticking. And the lane which they came from just kept screaming,"EMPTY!" Okay fine. So I tried overtaking them(which affected my timings quite badly),but just as I passed them,I could see them giving the evil eye,while shaking their silvered heads at me in disappointment. It's as if they were saying,"Young people nowadays..." WHAT do you want me to do?! Swim behind you?! The sloth would have died from lack of tears,I tell you!
That reminds me of another incident(which is becoming much more common nowadays) on the overhead bridge leading to East Coast Park. This is the dreaded connection where we do our deadly intervals-6X1.65km-with killer timings to hit. And just at our most shag moment,the one right after whacking the Everest-like slope,we see a strong formation of silver-headed troops marching at a speed which can make a snail hang its head(if it even has one!)in defeat. And they are trudging four abreast,so it's absolutely impossible to squeeze past them without having to brush past them,inviting angry responses. Mostly we yell,"Excuse me!" but all the same,still get returned with dirty stares and snide mutterings,just because we sound impatient and rude.But hey,we are doing killer timed intervals man,do we have a choice? I mean,what do you want us to do? Push you down and go,"Whoops sorry Pops! Didn't see you there!"? Now that you hear the other side,life is unfair for us,don't you think?*shakes her head*
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