Three strikes and you're out.

When I was a softball player (a very long time ago).
And I am down with 2 strikes, I will start screaming the whole "pep talk" to myself. You really have to psyche yourself up and tell yourself you can do it. Because everyone else in that small confined area (their pitcher, their catcher, their fans, their team mates) will tell you, you can't. The pressure, you can only begin to imagine.
They taunt you, tease you, distract you, laugh at you.
And they do it in those whiny voice, you cannot help but be distracted.

The pressure escalates with each strike you receive. The taunts, the jeers, the distraction increases with each strike you receive.

Every time, I reach that point when I am t-w-o strikes down.
I step out of the box and have some time to myself.
That is when, I start yelling to myself. (Before the 2 strikes, I've only been talking to myself)


During that quick moment outside the box, when everyone around you waits for you to prep yourself..
I look around at my team mates, my coach, our teacher-in-charge and the opponents.
The people who matters to you (your team mates) expect you to really pull this off. Your opponents want you to screw this up.

It's strange.
But in that situation after shouting to yourself and pointing out what needs to be done, who wants what, and who expects what. I become overwhelmed but this sense of peace for a moment. Thereafter, I very calmly tell myself,
I can do it.

Simply because I have to.
Because when I receive the third strike, I'm out.

No amount of pleading will get me back into the box.
No amount of "sorry" will wipe off the disappointment on everybody's faces.
Nothing can be done to salvage the situation.

I had my chance, and if I screw up I cannot possibly ask for another.
I have only myself to blame.
If chances are so easy to come by, nobody treasures each chance. That being the case, all the expectations of each will be eroded to mean nothing at all.

When given a chance, 3 opportunities to get it right, and you don't.
You should blame no one for your predicament.
You should not even ask for another chance.

Because it demeans yourself as a person.
Have pride in yourself.
When you screw up your chances. Never ask for another again.
It just goes to show, how little each chance mean to you.
Giving you another chance, just shows how much lesser expectations I have of you. And if I have so low expectations of you, then it also means you mean lesser with each passing day.

Three strikes,
I am sorry but you're out.

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My die hard fan (Joey) have problems being acquainted with xanga.
So for the sake of those. I shall simply give some instructions (only if you are interested and would break an arm for it)

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If you still have problems, email me.

And by the way, if you subscribe to me, does it mean you want to read my protected? Or you just subscribing for public? I don't think I'd blog public very much.
At least not for the time being.

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The next fucking time I catch someone staring at me.
I will screw up your fucking face till your eyes pop.
I don't get it, how some people can be so fucking brainless.
(wow. I actually have f*ck in every sentence here.)

I queued to buy Ice milo dinosaur today (I love it ok?). This is my one of my favourite drink next to Baileys and Hoe.
Anyhow, this bitch who was behind me in the queue turned to stare at me when my drink was ready, and she haven't had the chance to order.

Excuse me, bitch.
Just what the hell is up in your stinking fat ass?
If she merely glanced, I would assume she is stupid and let it pass. But she turned her whole big head to stare at me. I know, because I stared back.

WHAT?
My drink cannot be ready before you order meh?
In any case stare at the stall owner la. I didn't coerce him to get me my drink pronto. In fact, I was ready to wait, since there were people in front waiting for their drinks.

I took my drink, turn around and stared back, and uttered BITCH under my breath before turning away from her.

Stupid people get on my nerves.
Especially so in the morning.

People like to think that because I am docile looking, I am can be trifled with.
I hate to say this...
But, FUCK YOU, you understand?

Now, stop staring at me.
As much as I may be prettier (only today, only to that bitch) than you, I don't need that in the morning. (or any time of the day for that matteR)
No, smiling sweetly at them will not work Ms Cia. Because they are too stupid and brainless to know it is meant to be sacarstic.


Note: The writer is once again irritable. Yes, this IS a big fat warning.
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I cannot believe I forgot to post a greeting to my best friend!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

**it was on 18th April. We'll party on FRIDAY.
YAY!

HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY JOEY.