Seriously, it's JUST Badminton!
My goodness gracious, would you believe that I've been working out EVERY SINGLE SCHOOL DAY for like 3 hours per day this week? That is super crazy, can?
See, I think I've never told anyone this but I'm in the Badminton Team. HA. HA. Yeah, sure, very funny. Look here, I KNOW I'm not a sporty person, but don't look down on me, k? And besides, it's not like I joined the team out of my own free will. After all, this incident happened during my VERY first day of school - back when I was still a lost and blur suaku foreigner. So I had a PE class, and when I met my PE teacher, he was like, "where are you from?" to which I replied, "Malaysia." Little did I know that was the WRONG thing to say at the time. Cuz you see, he's actually a BADMINTON coach. And if you don't want to be in badminton, then you should NOT say you're from Malaysia - which is a country that is popular for badminton (surprisingly. I mean, you'd think Malaysia is all lazy and unsporting one, no? I mean, PE was always the 'do add math hw' time for the smart classes and the 'yay! let's ditch class' for the playful classes).
On a totally unrelated note, how do you say "let's ditch class" the GRSS way har?
Anyway, where was I? Oh yeah, so right after I told him that, his face totally lit up in this freaking weird way as he asked, "oh, you wanna join my badminton team?"
Me: "huh?"
Coach: "Badminton. You play?"
Me: "No."
Coach: *surprised look* "Not at all?"
Me: "No, I nvr did sports back in my old school."
Coach: *shocks* "anyway, follow me"
Then he just walked away really fast. Since I was so lost, I just followed him and ended up meeting his, guess what? Yeap, badminton team. AHHH. So here I am, sore and exhausted from the crazy work out this people make me do.
OMG. U KNOW IT'S JUST BADMINTON OKAY!? Like, why on earth do we have to do all these weird leg exercises and squating-jumping jacks thingy which makes you look like you need to go to the bathroom so badly? This is plain ridiculous. Sobz.
Well, honestly, i dont mind MOST of the workouts, i just REALLY HATE doing lines. HATE. It's like he makes you run super fast non-stop to touch a certain line and each time he tells you to run, he makes you run farther than before, and in a shorter time span. HOW IS THAT EVEN POSSIBLE? omg! Hate hate hate!!!!
HATE IT.
And he's making the time span shorter and shorter each day.
HATE IT.
And my muscles aren't even healed yet.
HATE IT.
And he thinks that we should perform better?
HATE IT.
And the weather makes it hard to breathe. Do I have asthma that I didnt know of?
HATE IT.
K, enough complaining.
Nightz.
See, I think I've never told anyone this but I'm in the Badminton Team. HA. HA. Yeah, sure, very funny. Look here, I KNOW I'm not a sporty person, but don't look down on me, k? And besides, it's not like I joined the team out of my own free will. After all, this incident happened during my VERY first day of school - back when I was still a lost and blur suaku foreigner. So I had a PE class, and when I met my PE teacher, he was like, "where are you from?" to which I replied, "Malaysia." Little did I know that was the WRONG thing to say at the time. Cuz you see, he's actually a BADMINTON coach. And if you don't want to be in badminton, then you should NOT say you're from Malaysia - which is a country that is popular for badminton (surprisingly. I mean, you'd think Malaysia is all lazy and unsporting one, no? I mean, PE was always the 'do add math hw' time for the smart classes and the 'yay! let's ditch class' for the playful classes).
On a totally unrelated note, how do you say "let's ditch class" the GRSS way har?
Anyway, where was I? Oh yeah, so right after I told him that, his face totally lit up in this freaking weird way as he asked, "oh, you wanna join my badminton team?"
Me: "huh?"
Coach: "Badminton. You play?"
Me: "No."
Coach: *surprised look* "Not at all?"
Me: "No, I nvr did sports back in my old school."
Coach: *shocks* "anyway, follow me"
Then he just walked away really fast. Since I was so lost, I just followed him and ended up meeting his, guess what? Yeap, badminton team. AHHH. So here I am, sore and exhausted from the crazy work out this people make me do.
OMG. U KNOW IT'S JUST BADMINTON OKAY!? Like, why on earth do we have to do all these weird leg exercises and squating-jumping jacks thingy which makes you look like you need to go to the bathroom so badly? This is plain ridiculous. Sobz.
Well, honestly, i dont mind MOST of the workouts, i just REALLY HATE doing lines. HATE. It's like he makes you run super fast non-stop to touch a certain line and each time he tells you to run, he makes you run farther than before, and in a shorter time span. HOW IS THAT EVEN POSSIBLE? omg! Hate hate hate!!!!
HATE IT.
And he's making the time span shorter and shorter each day.
HATE IT.
And my muscles aren't even healed yet.
HATE IT.
And he thinks that we should perform better?
HATE IT.
And the weather makes it hard to breathe. Do I have asthma that I didnt know of?
HATE IT.
K, enough complaining.
Nightz.
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Kia, we go ponteng! xD