today's training wasn't too bad. its just usually the 20 minute run that kills me. but after that was just running up and down stairs, which killed my legs, but i found it fun, more likely the adrenaline rush and brought back memories of primary school.haha. The SUN though, is a different matter. as suen li put it ' we probably turned TWO shades darker today.' got dizzy doing a little of the drills, 'round & round & round....wobble wobble' then we got to do hits! slow long-grip hits though. more power i guess, which i probably would never use in a game, even for 16-yard hits.

slacked off a few hours, but the weird part of the day was on the bus ride home. an expat/foreigner sat next to me on the bus. either he's A) a fat ass or B) he's a total leg perv. throughout the ride, i just felt more squashed against the side of the bus with the window, as he relaxes, his legs opens wider as usually when how a guy sits, but he has ABSOLUTELY NO SENSE OF PERSONAL SPACE. his thigh was already touching mine, and his bloody hairy calf just kept coming closer to mine. i had no idea what to think throughout the ride, whether he's a perv, or really is just touchy-feely-with-no-sense-of-conservation in him.oh best. we i wanted to get off the bus, i 'EXCUSE ME' very politely, and then he turned only 45 degrees with his ass still on the seat, there's like NO BLOODY SPACE AT ALL for me to move out. so with my bulging bag and shoebag in hand i just bulldozed out the seat, having to graze against those icky hairy legs AGAIN. EW. and his body posture was as if he was gonna catch me if a fall, which i definately did NOT want to happen AT ALL, which thankfully didn't. and without looking back with an almost-cramp in my leg i hobbled off the traumatic hairy bus ride.

ugh.

its been a week without words.only memories to sustain me.