Today's game was probably the first game that got me all worried. I wasn't worried initially. In fact, I came in pretty happy. But when questions about the rotation bombarded me mercilessly, I crumbled. I swear I did. My mind was in a whirl. I couldn't think. All I wanted to do was scream, but I couldn't or I'll get send out. I wanted to scream so much that I pleaded with my teammates. Pleaded them to carry the load off, but little was done. To add to my misery, my neck was starting to give me problems and I pulled my calf during the game. All this shit I endured, hoping that our efforts will just pay off but no, we lost.

It's kinda sad. Phebe cried. Jo cried. I cried, okay, mostly because my bloody neck hells like fuck and my calf was killing me. Can we not fight? I had nothing to say during the debrief mostly because Phebe said everything that was to say. Can there not be an invisible line, dividing us sec threes and twos? We're a team now and we need to co-operate.

Enough said. I didn't join them for jalan raya because I had too many injuries with me. Knowing Ahma and people, I need alot more energy than I had at that moment to really enjoy myself. Besides, I was still moping about the lost. Sooo anyways, lunched with most of the team and we wanted to take neos but the stupid shop had to closed down.

Walked walked and parted ways and me and Ac headed down to Compass Point to go get some stuff. Bought many things and then went home.

And right now, my niece and nephews are bugging me to go play Sims. So goodbye.

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