This entry was typed yest night, ard 11pm.

The moment I'm home, I turned on my computer and started typing. This was how badly I wanted to vent out my feelings.

Hanis asked me over dinner just now whether I'm glad that his season is over. At that point, I guess I was still very shaken by the emotional brawl that we had over at CCAB. Brawl is too tragic. More of, just us being upset. So I was kinda merely agreeing with him.

To some extent, I do feel that I will miss the season.Indirectly, it has affected me in some ways. I have skipped classes (many, in fact) to devote myself to become a loyal supporter for his school. To a point that I'm feeling quite comfortable and at home, esp when Mr Soh acknowledges and converses with me. And I have come to know the names of most of the team players - not because I kept asking their names, but due to my good attendance at their every match - compared to only 3 that I know of, from my own school's team. Make that 4 by the end of today.

On the contrary, I do feel relieved that it is over. Even on the last day of his season, which should be a celebration for their victory for coming in 3rd, turns out kinda sour. Honestly, I really think that I truly deserve a pat on the back for my utmost patience towards the end of the season; mainly for his more important games. It has been emotionally draining for me. But I stop myself from breaking down or showing that I'm upset because I dont want to affect him; his matches. But sometimes, even the best actors cant hide away their true feelings and emotions. I was no exception, and when that happens, it usually begins with a worsening effect and then sometimes it deteriorate slightly before it eventually regains its composure and finally back on its track to bliss.

My mom just throw my bra at me before closing the door. She didnt purposely wanted to aim at me, that's for sure but because I just got a 20 second scolding from her for - guess what? - for not wanting to skip my extra lesson on Monday and go Johore, I felt like crying. Even though she apologised, the tears accumulated but luckily it wasnt overhelming enough to add to this already helpless state that I'm in. See, this is how emotionally drained I am, to a point that a stupid yet soft, cushiony bra that barely cuffed my head (only the side) could cause a wave of sadness and tears to rush within me; wanting to burst out.

Emotionally drained. I need to sympathize with myself for now. Please, dont think that I hate you or anything. I just want to rest. My brain cells are dying due to this cancerous emo-plague. I am my own doctor. I just need a prescription of a few warm and fuzzy hugs, a spoonful of tender yet passionate smooch and an overdose of smiles.
Anw, KUDOS TO SAJC BOYS for coming in victorious against MI, with a score of 3-1.

MI Gonjeng Gonjeng.. MI Whoosh!