I don't wana play this game anymore.

I whisper goodbye, I swear it's not for the last time.
I know it's not easy.
This could never be easy.

Joe Brooks' stuck in my head. Playing this song while running 4.3km is somewhat motivating. Today's sun and rain was plain awful. Horribly scorching hot and freezing cold at the wrong times, it was ridiculous altogether making us do some really tiring hand stretching exercise, completely drenched.

Left wrist is starting to hurt as well but I pray I'll be able to do weights and pushups by Thursday. Dead tired after training and dinner with the girls at Ikea (as usual) I shall go crash and dream about unreasonable seniors, capping Yujing and shutting that big insensitive mouth of Justin's.

I can't believe such a small detail could mindfuck me for the entire day, I feel like an idiot. I need to stop expecting things to turn out the way I want it to.