Testing the limit

Guilty is a big word. It leads people to do foolish things. Am very much guilty for the extra kilos gained. Kain tak boleh cangkuk? Tak pe, zip will do. But need new set of underwear? Not funny! tI really piss me off to the point that I instantaneously agreed for futsal when ask by colleagues.

To cut story short, in the morning of the tournament day itself, I was so nervous even my new elle sweatpant and no41 jersey couldn’t cover it.

another personal joke.

Chenta : Eleh, lawan sesame sendiri pun nak gabra.

Derr, didn’t you read news about people died while fulsaling? That Ekamatra singer.. geeshh. I know ajal di mana-mana but I’m not that young anymore, eat unhealthily and didn’t exercise regularly. As an x-olahragawati kolej petro, I think know my body very well and had a bad feeling about it. Obviously, stamina = 0, guess I’m gonna force my organs to work extra hard today. Yes, I’m fighting with myself here, opponents didn’t scare me much, hah!. Kalaulah boleh layan gudang garam masa ni.... tsskkk....

gaya lebih!

ok la.. dpt medal

pink caler itu johan..

green is good, kata cikgu abg RB:)

green team

At the end, despite dada rasa nak meletup, I survived the whole madness. We lost in the final but, but I was name the best female player! Sheweeetttt!.

Sweet la, on Sunday ahkak berbaringan depan tv saja sehingga @3 ada request minta main bowling ganti injured player . Layan... testing the limit katanya kan.... by Monday, termenung depan pc sakit badan....

*even writing this my heart goes dup dap dup dap dengan lajunya.
*pics credit to zizie n hafiz