Today's the handball competition. Got the Jersys, looked quite funny on us. The shirts were bigger than what we were supposed to be wearing. We gathered at the canteen for some time before setting out. We waited there for our match for a loooong time.... Think we rotting down there...

match began... Probably the worst match so far. I watched at the side at first. When the defence were breached so many times, fine... I go in... XD Those guys on field were rough... as if playing rugby... I only lasted 5 minutes tops on the field. The striker got the ball. I watched as he dashed towards the centre. I follwed, made a jump as he "posed" to shoot... Bad action... WHAM! The ball hit my head, specs broke, scratched my eye lid, fell to the floor unbalanced. I found one piece of the specs. Took it out of the field, game continues, we lost... Well, at least one goal, but that ball was DEFIITELY NOT worth saving...

Second match was not that relieving either... Lost worst than the first match, but I do admit that the second game was better than the first. They were not playing rough, more speed and strategy, which of course we lack. So we went back after that.

Still had to go for meeting. Before that, I just had to be whacked by SOMEBODY... somehow... anyway, I felt that was something that I would not despise... ever... Rest of the day was quite sad, without my specs. Mum said I'll ghet a purple frameless glasses... Wonderful, just wonderful...