yay! the week is over!

feeling in a pretty good mood now because i finished my 2.4k run today, which means, folks, that i'll never have to run again in my life! plus, my napfa 5 stations were also pretty good, so i've managed to keep my straight gold napfa record. that, is probably a record in itself because if only marginally fit people like me can get gold for napfa, it just goes to show how screwed the testing system (as is typical of singapore) is.

anyway, now i've got my ticket to pon PE for the rest of the year, so that means that i'll only show up if we get to play fun games, such as floorball and captain's ball. the 3j girls got majorly thrashed by the guys (twice in a row!) when we challenged them to floorball and captain's ball last week, so we have a debt to settle. the floorball one, however, doesn't really count because it was 9 on 6, the 9 being the guys. they're quite horrible really, because when we challenged them we asked them nicely to sit 3 guys out so that we'd at least be even, but they (and i'm talking abt the frank and wz bunch) refused. probably doing their best to guard their flagging egos, especially seeing how they're being thrashed by us in academics, thanks to the combined straight-A power of yakky and nicoretta. the captain's ball game, unfortunately, was probably a distinct loss, but that's mitigated by the fact that we were playing the bobo-marc joe bunch, who appear to be able to travel across the court in a single, effortless leap. like, why can't i do that??? maybe whenever they go off for guy PE, they actually get little micro chips implanted in their legs, which can be activated whenever they feel like showing off, and allow them to jump superhuman distances or something. i always knew there was something going on whenever the guys are deported to have so-called PE in the indoor gym.

anyway, i have also resolved never to open my big mouth again, seeing how it landed me some ridiculous forfeit the other day. that was really a case of cunning gone wrong, as i was the one who had come up with the grand idea for the forfeit, not knowing, of course, that i would have to be the one to do it. i don't know why i had such bad luck that day, but i just happened to keep getting stuck with an already precariously-on-the-verge-of-toppling uno stacko tower, so, when it came to the crucial round, all it needed was just a light tap in the right direction to send it south. and of course that light tap in the right direction had to come from me. which is doubly unfair because i had just survived a draw-8 prior to that, so my quota for cardiac-arrest-inducing moments was probably up. anyway, i ended up having to stand on the canteen table (along with walker, who had also drawn a toppler previously) waving bobo's stinky squash racket, and shouting "the dinosaurs are coming! the dinosaurs are coming! the dinosaurs are coming!". i canNOT tell you how friggin embarrassing it is to have to do that. i am never playing uno stacko again, never!

ah well. that's the way it is i guess. though the other uplifting moment this week was when i mastered the full shoulderstand yoga asana. for the uninitiated, that's the pose that you always see people doing when they're trying to advertise yoga classes. it's not as easy as it looks, really! it's especially hard to balance your lower body perpendicular to the floor, though i've realised that the trick is in keeping your elbows perfectly aligned with your shoulders. try it someday and see for yourself!