the devil. the deep blue sea.

i.e. water polo. canoeing.

the more i think, the scarier each seems.

what was i expecting anyway. both require training. and why else would training be called training if it isn't tough!

i must achieve something in jc. i don't wanna be a slacker no more.
y'all know what i got out of cca in sec school right?
loser.
waste of time.


can't there just be a canoe polo? like in poly?
that's if the asshole who told me bout wasn't lying.
ha.

i think i chose water polo already. with the help of a coin.
an old 20cent coin.
well, i really wanted to join both.
what else was i to do!

thinking bout the pros and cons only served up headaches.
trying out the trainings only made me desire each more.

i know me. i suppose it's what you call kiasu.
i don't wanna miss out.
if i join water polo i might look at them canoe-ists and regret joining polo.
and vice-versa.

you can't eat your cake and have it.
choose one, dammit!
choose one, you fool!


don't forget to
let go.
don't regret. don't look back. concentrate on one and do well at it.
and don't ever look back.


let go.





dammit.

and damn the pulled muscle.
i'm unfit as hell.