Damien made me SOOO mad. >=(
At macritchie, we were carrying a T2. He wanted to put it on his shoulder. Then,
BANG!
I looked back and shot him an annoyed glance. "Damien!"
"It's slippery!"
"That's a Sec 1 excuse!"
Then I just stared at him for a few more seconds before moving. He didn't look angry or worried that he had dropped the damn boat. Which just made me even more pissed.
During the sets, he gave me a silent reminder that his strokes were in fact BETTER than mine. Yes, better. He just doesn't want to use his strength. He's better and stronger than I am, but he's surprisingly lazy when it comes to canoeing(unlike when he's 'begging' for merit points, something which he nearly always succeeds in). He just likes to paddle faster than I can in sets, then slow down and tell me after training, "Your strokes very good leh!"
I don't know if he knows, but it makes me feel stupid. Inferior.
So, after the training the two of us took our kneepads(which I'm carving right now) and left the shed. Syafiq and I changed, and the three of us took the 132 to Far East Plaza(shhh, don't tell my family). Damien and I bought a drink each and we got onto the next bus, where Shi Ying and Jazz were. Then, the usual interchange and home. I reached home at about 9. =X
Night, all.
P.S. I'm thinking of downloading BannedStory, the simulator. It's to make some 'comic strips'. if my interest is sustained, then I'll be making some pics soon and posting them here. =)
Xozaron, Signing Out~
Getting consumed @ 10:08 PM