here's whats suppose to happen today:

meet naz and hanna at bdok int at 7.30 and reach temasek poly by 8 to WATCH the hockey match.
me and naz head off to queensway to get stuff after that.
then head down to the esplanade for that baybeats thing which will end late into the night.
go home, get slaughtered by darrrlinnnngggg mother.

here's what really happenend:

woke up late, met hanna at 8.30 at bdok int.
didnt get to go to queensway cos i was dead tired and there was nobody to go with. [i hold naz and her 'org gaji' responsible for this]
didnt get to go to baybeats either cos darrlinggg mummy called to say that we're gonna celebrate my uncle's bdae at some restaurant.
i ended up PLAYING for tpjc's hockey team.

lets elaborate on tt last point shall we now?
it was a bright sunny day until god decided that a storm will be just what we needed.
so i ended up all drenched sitting on cold, equally drenched benches with an equally drenched faisal a.k.a hafiz who was wearing his gf's pe shirt which was like super tight on him, i took a pic of it, ask if you want to see. =D. free distribution.
then poor hanna sprained her ankle and i urut-ed it but i think i made it worse or sumting. maaf ya! then she had to go home to change and den go to school for council duties [which naz nonchalantly skipped, i have very little faith in this particular councillor]. so i was sending her to the cab when wani and nora walked past and went 'azi!, they want you to play!' and i think i had this look on my face which prompted wani to go 'take hanna's stick and run! quick!' and so i ran.
i realised my stamina's total absolute crap. i just wanted to like collapse and just wilt away. but obviously i cant so yea. then halfway umar came wearing this NEON i repeat NEON green shirt, haha omg it was darn bright la mister. aaanyways,
mr samad was like 'azimah, fall back!', 'support her!', '5 yards, stick down!', 'azi the side, the side!' and im sorry mr samad, i have no friggin idea what you're talking about. fall back what?where? on my ass? and support who? there were like ten girls, give me a name for god's sake. and side? what side? whose side? run to the side? stay at the side? avoid the side? and how the flying fuck am i suppose to know how far away five yards is??? what talking you mann?! ITS LIKE SPEAKING GERMAN TO ME. and when i whacked someone's ankle[ by mistake okayy] and the poor girl terlepas the ball he went 'good one azimah' thats good?? alllllriteyyyy so whackwhackwhack with the stick i went. apologies to those i hit,bukan niat ku untuk meng-hit mu.kwangkwangkwang. so kecohrable.

but in all, except for the sore arms [also contributed by rock climbing's pt], bruises all over my legs, aching back and a cracked toenail it was all good. the game was exhausting yet exhilarating. funfunfunn.

well, the bed beckons so i think i'll catch a little nap before the birthday dinner.

ps: guess where we're having dinner? chai chee seafod restaurant. ya rabbi ya tuhanku. kasihanilah hamba mu ini.aminn.