awoke to the reality that today was coaching day. *shrieks*

a heavy downpour early in the morning gave us a fleeting glimpse of hope that it would be called off but alas! damn the bugger who patented the multi purpose hall. argh.

managed to organise all the equipment and i settled myself down on the stage next to yi hong and jp. watched poor jov struggle with a group of incredibly uninterested and unenthusiastic kids. hoped and prayed with all my might that mine would be better. yeah right

the following half hour is a blur to me. i can vaguely however, recall 10 very neurodic and imbasillic children huddled around my feet. some kind of game involving rackets, nets and cocks but surprisingly no woman in black leather with a whip. children were uncooperative and rowdy, thoughts of painful methods of murder scurry across my mind but somehow i manage to keep my composure long enough for the lesson to end without any fiasco.

thank God. i would have gladly wringed each and every one of their little heads off their shoulders without a thought.

went down to causeway with nickers, nic, val, choy and fendi. grabbed brunch at mickey d's where i had one of the classic conversations of the year with the senior team leader person behind the counter.

*in heavy irish accent* "aye, hello there missy. good mornin to ya"
"hello sir welcome to mac donalds"
"can i have a vanilla milkshake please?"
"certianly sir, one vanilla milkshake" *punches in order* "and what flavour would you like sir?"
*keeping a very straight face* "how many flavours do you have?"
"chocolate, strawberry and vanilla" *grins*
"Oh, i think i'll have the white one please"
"that would be vanilla sir"
"glad you know" *takes drink and leaves*

the things people say these days huh.

scooted down to training despite the first cab going to the wrong roundabout then bailing on me. bitch.

TT couldnt play cause apparently his toilet bowls choked up with condoms and tampons and other shit that australian men would stuff down their dunnie. i shudder at the thought.

so it was just greg. jer. jolene and myself enjoying each others company and a nice round of golf. enjoyable? yes. productive? yes. good? depends on how you look at it.

coachie and i decided to sit at the tavern and grab a few beers while waiting for mom to buy dinner. shot some pool and just chilled out. mom came and we were barraged by the usual series of questions about my game and greg stepped in and saved the day again. only the psych and coach can shut mom up when it comes to my game.

dumped me back in school just in time for alan chngs class. another hillarious installment of management lectures graced by the rare presence of victoria chan! onlyu her 2nd appearence of the year. she's got the aura of an ultra rare pokemon no?

shot more pool with the boys in the rec room till 10 and now am having horrid luck at the poker tables. ah well, thats what play money's more rite?

going to beging my quest for a spartan body tomorrow with my beefed up gym work so here we go!

God Bless

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Rob Valentine