my nerves and I crashed into each other like two deers caught in the headlights. who could blame us? I always had this bi-polar attitude with public displays, be it debates, and in this case (and also the most recent), JUDO. gaahhhh. what i mean by being bi-polar is that i flinch at the thought of being in front of people, but i revel in the adrenaline rush that goes with it.
So i woke up with a pounding heart last Friday. it was the dayof our intra class competition, and those who managed to beat people to the pulp the best were chosen to beat even more people to the pulp this Sunday (tomorrow). So naturally, the nerves started to kick in, and in true form, i felt nauseous until my match was called. i was under the -73kg division (which put me in the same category as marko. bah!). but i didn't get to fight him. fortunately, i was pitted against a "varsity" (quote unquote since he kinda affiliates himself with the judo club, but he still takes classes with us lulits) member who left bruises on my chin. what fun. (note the slightest hint of sarcasm). but the match was such a bittersweet high notwithstanding...well, except for the bruises, which are very very very distracting..."wearing your scars proud" makes me sound like a warfreak hell-bent on picking fights with gangstas.
We're rooting for the warfreaks tomorrow. Sir Judo told us to "pray that your class will land a spot in the top 3..or else feel the wrath of the varsity, who will slice, chop, puree, and grind you to shreds you'll wish you had 3 years of nonstop return demos! bwahahaha" -- well, he didn't say this per se...i just felt like exaggerating.
So this is me signing off. i'm sleepy and i told myself i would get some sleep six hours ago. tsk.