F-U-C-K
If you have alr been offended by the mere 4 letters above, pls leave for there is more to come.
Everything that can go wrong went wrong. The day was going fine till english, when my memory failed me and I got a fucking contemptuous glare from her. That was okay; just the tip of the iceberg. MT remedial was fairly enjoyable. And here comes the real deal - NAPFA. Sit-ups improved, standing broad jump improved, sit and reach improved, pull ups improved. What irked me was the timing I got for my shuttle run.
10.1 secs
What a FUCKING fall from grace from 8.9 secs. Notice the FUCKING difference. 1 whole second. And n the spur of the moment, I mouthed "fuck" and got 50 push ups as a result, and a speech. It was just one year and a change of shoes. Does it really warrant a 1 second delay? Fucking frustrated. I feel so numb, even when I hit something harder than my bones. Currently on the cusp of ultimatum of exasperation. When it goes over, all hell shall break loose. And its the last fucking run i will ever take part in. Must it rly result in a debacle of a run? This has brought me to the point of "Jack of all trades, Master of none." When I was once good at shuttle run, even fatasses can own my timing now. Imagine the indignation. Cant fucking tell what I am good in right now. Now a short distance runner turned has-been. Fuck the shoes, fuck shuttle run, fuck everything else.
Labels: Personal, Random, School
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