No Guts, No Glory

Tomorrow's match just quadrupled itself in terms of importance, due to the disgustingly played match by us on Wednesday. But water under the bridge, no use crying over split milk and all that cliche mantras aside, let's focus intensively and more importantly, positively, on this final chance against PJC.

C'mon team, we didn't suffer through all the bloody fifteen seconds sprints around the court, doing quickfeet like engernizer bunnies on steroids, gritting and bearing with all the squats that got us screaming bloody murder in the aftermath, for NOTHING. We know we got what it takes, and all that is hindering in this leap to second round is our defeated mentality that we've already blew it. I know losing to MJC was heart wrenchingly wasted, and a definite should-not. But the score is up and their lucky win has already became an irrefutable fact. So let's all cut the what-ifs and haul major ass tomorrow. It's down to this one match, where we either make it or break it. And if we keep reviving the previous game in our minds, we are going to bloody break it. So let's all forget about MJC and psych ourselves up to triumph tomorrow.

Team IJC netball, let's go all out.

(It's unfunnily ironic that the one major game that decides the fates of both schools, it's me against Yuhan, whom I've played along for four years back in secondary school. Fate is making my life one big fucking taiwanese drama serial. Han, dear ol' ex-teammate, may the best team win. (: )

Aye, can't you tell I'm incoherently nervous. blabbering my way into a nonsensically naggy entry. Fuck, I'm going to shut up and go to bed now. Toodles.