Like Apple & Cinnamon

Tiring,this is the one word i can describe today...Originally the plan was that some MOE board director was suppose to come to our school and observe how we conduct our handball training,most of us were in our red training jersey and we all tried our best to attend this training based on that single reason...So 2 hours into our training and yet no sight of any MOE or who-so-ever spotted anywhere within range to observe our training! It was crap! Only at the final 15minutes of our training,a bunch of women and men walked past the parade square,stood still for a couple of seconds until Mr Tan took 2 pathetic pictures of our rather unorganised manner of walking around and doing random stuff,and yeah,well you get the picture...After those 2 snaps,they carried on walking and we were left saying 'What the hell was that? Is that all?'...So yeah today was pretty rough,but we could at least take this as a normal training...Bloody hell Jonathan Nasr kept pulling my pants when i was screening him,stupid fag!

A scattered dream thats like a far off memory...
I wanna line the pieces up,another dream...