I remember runing like mad, though she was Syaidah's man. The moment I catch up with her, I smack her hard rite at her back and yelled "TOUCH!" . Then I feel the pain on waist. I know I can endure this but the moment I run, it came back. Fuck! not now please. "This is so not happening to me." So yea I continued running, then I realise. "No. This is too much!"
The next thing I remember, I was screaming my lungs out in pain while Poor Aisya was trying to "massage" me. I feel damn terrible. All I wanted was to play well and win. I want to win! That's all! But the pain! The pain is holding me back.
The next game when we were losing I was frustated with myself. The frustration was killing me within. How I wish there's something I can do for team. I feel so useless for the moment because the only thing I can do was..Whine about the pain. When Yam was "explaining" her frustation to Aisya and me after this particular game, I feel for her. The moment I saw tears in her eyes, I think I know how she feels. Its simple.
"I hate losing. I want to win!" I feel the exact same way.
My brain wants to reject the painful fact. The fact that I can't play for the rest of the day due to the injury. I don't feel terrible. I felt FUCKING terrible about it!
But there's nothing I can do about it. It's afterall my fault for not paying attention to the injured area ealier on.
The Girls manage to get into the semi-finals. Congrats girls!
and yea to the other team as well, You Girls were fabulous!
How I wish I could have contributed.
To Ah Poh & Syaidah thanks for "piggy-bagging" me all the way out.
To Aisya..Thanks for the "massage" & exposing my left waist all the way to my left upper-leg in public. I owe u big time!
Now, I am frustated with myself and the inury.
I just want to play beautifully and win!
I am just in hunger of wining and performing my best.
Get well soon Aini. You so need to train.