Headaches...

Headaches....
3 down, 2 to go.

So far... so good lo.
so good that it's kinda too good to be true.

The headaches and concerns prior to the game, somehow solved.
With the help of additional blessing to us and probably accidental cursing to the other part, things seems to go pretty fine.

Yeah.
Good things do happen.
Yet, along came the bad ones as well.

Headaches...
The Bad, fatigue.
Tiring wei~
Work and lack sleep, driving 80+km, 40 min of intensity.
Crap~
Jason and co down.
Z-liticos settled.
Des Sam gone.
Chris and Sarah up next.
Final stop Ed and gang.

Sweating...
Can I last...

The Worse, absentees
We are surfing on high ground, hoping to achieve an extra mile and now hit by exams and holidays.

Sad case.

Headache.
Everyone is like a body part, how can the body function effectively without a limb.
Less people = more running + less substitution = fatigue = sure kena gao gao. Crap~
Lines, strategy, objective, all scraped, rethinked and reshuffled.

Headache...

The Worst, too much "FIRE"
The team is on fire, because the heart is on fire and raring to release it on court.
Not too bad.

Too much fire, blasted the head inside out, and now they think they are Cristiano Ronaldo.
Too much fire, blasted the backside, and burst them up into the space and they start floating happily up there.

Headache...

Have to walop they skull and turn the outside back in and have to spear them down so that they got the gravity feel back before the games.

Headache...

Get your head right and get your arse back down!!

Never, never never, never, ever
UNDERESTIMATE (capped, bolded, reded, largest font)
anybody!!!



Ok. - go running... =.="